Beatrix Poems | Examples

First Time Nanna

my first seduction 
was with a bowl of stale feta, 
a tragic affair with a refrigerator 
that wouldn't shut. 
crumbs scattered like apology, 
i whispered sweet nothings, 
"eat me, make me whole”
the hinge creaked, 
and i poured out, 
wanderlust in the cheap cheese, 
another unloved abandon, me.

Ghost in a Snail Shell

In the alleys of mirrors, reflections stare back with faces I've yet to covet. The cacophony of screams and whispers, a post-coital slack-jawed pause, the aftermath of endless nights and getting lost in vorpal holes of unwritten rules. Where pornographers masquerade as poets, sacrificing Eros on the altar of analysis. I squirm on the auto-da-fé of your ardor, land of disco balls and dementia shops, every step a temptation to drown in this make-believe proposition — lost prostitute histrionics downslope. Where lies persons end of having no escapes— ?

In vacancy lots of mind haste, I find a faze in the scars of my past memories, ghosts of my mistakes, the lingerings of taste and lust. They're the only constant in this toxic haze, the only truth I can hold onto.

Realizing Beauty

In the underbelly of the behemoth, 
where darkness devours the light, 
lies the truth - a macabre cotillion 
of vice and virtue, forever swirling, 
a maddening waltz of the dualistic kiss.

Pathetic Husks

I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, 
afraid of shadows and their own demons. 
Fear is a thief that steals courage 
and leaves only cowardice in its wake. 
Be a warrior, not a weakling. 
Face your fears, 
and let the darkness fuel your lights fire. 
Weakness is not an option.

Monster Writes in Nigh

The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink, 
but in the darkness that fuels the pen,
gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison.

Smile Till You Fall

crimson mixes of love and rage,
a cauldron of heartache bubbling,
memories shared, now a tribute,
to the venom in my pen writing.

fueling our past, surviving tonight,
amongst the stars and the sky,
a love lost in time, a phantom limb,
echoes of what could have been.

colliding paths, a spark of passion,
fate and chance — two stars torn,
nova hurricane, supernova rain,
our own lifeforce, we remain.

dawn's warmth awakens,
and night's secrets whispers their final sigh.
the crescent moon, a lover's lingering glance,
blinks farewell, as our midnight circle mists,
leaving only dawn's promise,
of another paradoxical gaze from the stars.

Silver Bullet

As I look into the vast ocean of wight,
here in the shadows of wont right,
left amongst the myriad mellifluously,
will you still hold a monstera like me?

To be this maiden fair — to care about myself,
ore not to mine — opals rainbow in black skies,
heralding a new plateau of what you know,
breaking the shackles of the winter cold.

As I gaze into the bleak sea of night,
hearing sweet edicts of your final rites,
left turning into an arrow without a quiver,
wilt lullabies still paint my death in color?

To sweven this ounce of decadence in my beloved,
my amo mia, my final goodbye to you,
gould by the expire in hot vermillion — and blue,
kiss blew in the mind with lead — me and through.

Sometimes we need to be — golden silence.

The Sun Will Rise

 whistling
in the rain
how I love you
so they say
a dream is not
a nightmare in a play
a tragedy but whose to say
halved misery the other mystery
milks silken
savvy
ergo
me
yue

Peculiar Flora

There is but one thing in my life that matters,
one ounce of sand, the rest is finger extensions,
caught in the side breeze — that is all you need,
one thing to keep — oar the aspen river rose.

Scarlet Raven

alleyway bandits beat the man till he dropped,
as they were rummaging through his wares —
clad in crimson armor a vigilante appeared,
everywhere — no where like a ghoulish phantom,
one by two till all five lay scattered — splattered,
ripped apart by the golden gauntlets of scarlet,
and then it was gone in the zephyr — like smoke.
a bloody canary singing a lullaby of Roanoke.

After the First Date Waiting at the Door

Softly, falling snowflakes dance around us, a whimsical trance subtle scents of winter's breath mingling with the promise of new life's depth — with our eyes locked, chests beating as one, the world around us a hazy vision spun, fingers interlace, a tender silent tongue, nervous mamihlapinatapai — die cast roll as we both lean in, anticipations herald jejune as we brush, ineffable warmth from within — core of the sun, bodies numb.

Memento Mori-bund relived phantasmagoric,
somnambulantly — dice read sweven.

*teardrops goodbye*

a stark hue rainbow

a stark hue rainbow
over the cemetery —
light dark lace corset

Crescent Silver

Cloaked figure approached - voice of death it spoke;
“Your moments come,” manifests scythe from smoke.
Each step bereft your pulsates, dirge of a malodorous,
bittersweet symphonies requiem of the hollow - mahogany tree;
stutter/sputter/cough sanguinary pearls hell plead,
crescent sickle moonshines through the clouds this nightmare,
ray of moonlight beam ebbs your breast beat, snuff a candlelight -                  *goodnight*

Burn The Witch

Thin lines blur into your realities
Enigmas unable to be seen blind
The light is shining bright into the tunnel
Do you see me at the bottom of the rabbit hole?
Am I a monster to you - like times of lore?
Would you burn me like they did in yore?
An urn drops dust into a zephyr whirlwind
Petals dance writhing in your oh grin
Creature of the night burned again
For being different deemed a sin
Fore having a different darker opinion

Axiomatic Sliver

statuesque thy porcelain - so bright/or pure
art thou hung as in some sacred place before
a trophy to the human form; desire paramour,
and thus, ‘twould sing sweet songs of grace, adieu.
in museums, thy pulchritude doth abide - it flys
to be viewed by those who pass by - day/night
but in thine eyes - there lies a story - hidden - within
that tells us all of love’s deep play; to an untimely end
lachrymose fountains ribbon, splatter sanguinary drop
countenance in quicksilver, snarl-like smile washes visage
some places bloodstains don’t come off, covered in spots
transcendent shots thy kiss of life, sen en met, when death stops

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