.
eve's glister'n mirth
when i sing to her
soothez my deep
hern innardz rhapsodically
weep
when i add her name
mine prescious chavah
kiss’z me sweetly
‘til ourn
sleep
.
my teeth are tinglin'
my tongue iz produce'n
counterfeit wet
mine lips
girl
mine lips feel
neglect'd
bésame niña
ven aquí
(((cerrar)))
In-between the unseeen,
Is a being creating everything,
Ohh, the wonders it can bring,
Singing a song to the youniverse.
Writing every verse first,
Thirsting for thoughts that brought in bliss,
Continuing to miss the mark,
Ending up in the dark.
Hoping for a spark,
It arcs into the light,
Shining bright,
Aware of the blight.
Willing to fight for what's right,
Understanding it's true might,
It carries on despite the challenge,
A creature of change.
It can rearrange its whole view,
Just to hold onto you,
A vision so clear,
Cluttered by fear.
It's creating right here,
This sphere it's home,
Roaming for more,
Exploring a world,
Created from its core.
A score worth saving,
As I keep creating,
In-between everything.
.
yesss
dark
yourn latch 'to
mine
yourn tuck
'neath mine wing
yourn tuck to thuh
'most
stow away
yourn
taut titter
tough
glisterz
every moon
'gainst your flesh
'gainst
'gainst
'gainst mine
freely
in thuh pitch
and not just at
night
*titter: 1610–20; compare Old Norse
tittra to quiver, Swedish (dial.) tittra to
giggle
Three armed teens
performed a mugging on Christmas eve.
Their target 2A'D them
curing them of their social disease.
By next morning they set up a go fund me
for the dead and wounded thieves.
Their target was charged in the second degree.
When I was a teen,
we banged on doors and toilet papered trees...
and felt somewhat guilty.
Oh my!
This sly staircase,
a coiled serpent,
struck on the Christmas eve
when stars blinked through the dark veil,
still it lurks.
Whitewashed cottages and circling gulls
The crest of a wave hits the beach as it rolls
Evening shadows hang, on old harbour walls
Be quick! We’ll get home before darkness falls.
Her Eyes
Her eyes could always
See his soul
Which are eyes
That notice everything.
He always dreamed of
Touching her.
She would know how
To soothe his loneliness—
How to smile at his eyes
And read the energy
That silhouettes his body
Like a soft blanket of love.
When she is worried,
She laughs to warn him
As he can be unrestrained
And deny anyone’s pain.
She always breathes deeply
Mixing passion with need,
Everyone likes her
But nobody has any idea
How much he wants to
Kiss her lips
And get lost in her
Cool laughter
For the remainder
Of his tranquil life.
6.7,25
.
i woke with this
this
she
she were
osculating mine
wound
declaring it
her
whence
Midnight's zero hour draws ever near,
With bated breath, we await the cheer for new year .
Unfazed by cold, our spirits run high,
As nostalgia whispers sweet and bitter sighs.
Everyone hustles for parties, friends, and family
Gathering to cherish moments, dancing to music's melody.
The celebration euphoric, a grand adieu to the past,
Honoring 2024, as it leaves us at last.
Bonfires blaze, cheering the new year's entry,with glee,
firecrackers' burst ,a spectacle to behold in wild spree
Revellers fill the streets, a cacophony of delight,
A standing ovation for 2025, shining bright.
With promises renewed, we solicit blessings divine
For peace and happiness in the world to refine .
As the Sun rises above the horizon with radiant light,
We embark on a fresh journey, filled with delight.
Copy right @tej.patnaik
apple bites the dust
a taste of forbidden fruit~
c d corruption
o i l e
.
now
if'n she were
thuh
lollipop
whut
Rolex
If it’s a creation,
then science and spirit should explain each other.
Not argue. Not compete.
They should echo.
Like a wave entering water—
and the water nods.
I was born into a field,
not a house.
The floor, the couch, the corners—
they didn’t creak.
They hummed.
The rooms didn’t scare me.
The electrons did.
The lies—
It came through pattern.
Through footsteps stored in drywall.
Through the breath someone forgot to exhale
Twenty years ago
My body is made of quartz that learned how to flinch.
It keeps time like a Casio—
$10 of stillness more honest than a Rolex.
Because truth doesn’t tick, nor dress up.
It vibrates.
Who said nostalgia is memory?
I know better.
Nostalgia is presence with a shadow
Eden remembered, but not currently lived in.
A waveform that still fits me
like the glow-in-the-dark stars
I stuck to my ceiling
before I knew how the sticker glowed.
Love enters and leaves no residue.
It echoes clean.
It’s a return.
A collapse in the name of peace.
A God crystal humming 32,768 times per second,
while we scroll past ourselves
looking for the next thing to react to
Spark, sail into flame. Never again.
Melt into miracle, common stuff of roads.
Light, transcending is sorrow.
Cold, seize my heart. Love, consume.
Once, dream, talk in waves of sound.
Stars of the harpsichord, fade me away.
Body, become darkness. All I was?
Could have been nothing in a vision sought.
Museums, fail to admit. Unwelcomeness, be.
Riddles, thy meaning hide. Eyes, see nothing but blue
Winter wind, watch for me like a widow.
Paupers, thy potter's field. Wait, O time.
Breaker point, anoint with pain.
Dealers of doom, hold each of my hands.
Fields of asphodel, black ash trees, receive.
Subterranean, send message of lost hope.
Hell, be kind to a sinner. Heaven, burn me up.
Ladder and rope, fail, and let me fall.
Name, mean a blank slate and respond no more.
Legend, be my prophecy. Goodbyes are death.
Breath of dark matter, blow a kiss.
Specific Types of Eve Poems
Definition | What is Eve in Poetry?