I’m embarrassed to be blushing,
all these dry heaves I am clutching.
You have my whole body flushing
almost touching, almost touching.
Overcome with the loudest ache
this fait accompli’s no mistake.
My whole divine laid bare to take
decadent cake, decadent cake.
Someone is waiting for you
Nights, walking on the street and drinking, just drinking, and thinking about you
Your memories come from the future, we never meet, I am waiting for the moments
The moments of first seeing, oh life give that incredible feeling! I need that heart!
Yes, that lady, is still unknown, but I know who is she, my dream, I just follow
I just follow my dream, a hope, that she will delete my dark life, change it into light
Enough, it is enough from my decadent life, an angel flies after me, a star in the sky
Someone waiting for you, oh my angel, please, show me the way, I need your hand
Your hand, please, give me a hand, pull me out of the pit of my sins, out of my grave
Give me a new life, a life that is yours always in the world, and in the time. Love far…
Love
you
My sins
your help
is
Loving you
Wanderlust has led me everywhere
along lucid wishes rustic landscape;
There is nothing that can really compare,
you don’t have to go far for an escape;
Adorned with a luscious cyan ocean
lies a city full of artistic dreams;
Holding those giving the Muse devotion,
it truly is as vibrant as it seems;
Skyscrapers with electric graffiti,
their designs seem to mimic the weather;
Shining light on this grandiose city
the eye of the storm it’s epicenter;
You smell salt water mixed with gasoline,
that vibe is so aggressively polite;
Walking that boardwalk hologram pristine,
stars decorate a sky filled with daylight;
Familiar yet you cannot place the scent;
With a long inhale you are transported
to a flush Mecca so teal decadent.
Tacos and pizza,
I cannot choose between them;
Decadent duo.
Night air shivers in restless repose
To pallid dreams of dorment desire
Creaking groans of lost souls moan
Some poor tortured thing may haunt
Besieged by phantasmagoric demons
Lest blood deceive pernicious tales
Crumbling corridors hear chants that echo
Midst gossamer embraces that flicker intent
Bibles smoulder their pitiful surrender
An effigy of crucified Christ beholds
Soulless eyes invite submission
Cradling esurient sanguine lust
Shrouds cascade in flowing tatters
Whispers waft upon dank air
Inviting fleeting prayers murmered
A weeping tear on cheek to bare
Crucifix clutched with growing fervour
Defends this depraved decadent dance
Beguiled in spidery webs uncertain
A purifying presence subdues perchance
Screams descend as fiery infernos
Like dancing flame to spiralling moth
Ash cascades as falling snowflakes
Melting like the morning frost
© Arcana
What decade is this if not 2020 at the start
In vision and vicissitude to you and future
Decadent in every way is in decline
A rocking chair or recliner define me
I must love you but only 10 years at a time
Because I get lost beyond that point
Since I only have 10 digits to count on
And they get lost when math becomes involved
Goes beyond my fingers which are always sticky
From finger licking chicken eaten on the side
Deplorables welcome me into their ranks
If I could be more sullied I would be delicious
Or is it delirious or something from the past
Odious becomes me because odious is best
And that is not a question
It is 2020 at least for 12 months or more
But who is keeping score
Certainly not me because as I stated
That thing about the fingers keeps me in my place
Decadent is not a state of mind or something pleasant
It is a decade with many days inside
One day I will have to leave them all behind
If I hold up two hands I'll let you decide
But not just right now because
I have at least 10 years to get beyond
Of all the county’s bounty harvest
Steelcut oats got to be the humblest
Fudge muffins do seduce
Temptation's lush excuse
To have us eat small cakes for breakfast
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Greed's augmentation
Common good's minimization
Morality's degradation
Faith's condemnation
God's alienation
'
Man's desperation
Society's disintegration
Evil's glorification:
CHAOS' enthronization!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 June 2018
A tan-gray squirrel
runs along my backyard fence
dragging a fur coat
Decadent Pecan Pie
Crunchy caramelized pecans topped with whipped cream.
By Nayda Ivette Negron
11-5-2015
For Food & Our Memory Connections
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Second Place
Sultry day, my tight T-shirt clings to me.
I feel the chill between my fingers.
Moist, silk against my cooling lips,
with frozen tangy fruit treats.
Luscious taste on my tongue
Melting sweetness, it's
Dripping... dripping.
Oh! Frozen
peach ice
cream...
10/23/15
windows wide open
hearing the ocean express
decadent downtime
The definition for the word decadent in this poem is the following: extremely
pleasing
The synonyms you can have in mind are the following: unrestrained and
shameless
I want to indulge in this love
To arrive at its very core
I want that delectable taste
The pleasure that it has in store
I want to revel in opulence
Luxuriate in comfort fine
To savor its decadent treats
Indulging in what is sublime
I want to relish its sweetness
To take in and not abstain
I want to be ravished by love
To give in to pleasure and pain
I want to be wild, uncontrolled
Glutted in a wanton excess
To be obsessively taken
Have my inner woman undress
Like richest silky smooth chocolate
I'll tempt, tantalize, and I'll tease
Making love to be what I want
To melt in my need to appease
Decadently decadent love
Is all that my heart and soul crave
To be lost in time and in place
To drown in a love that can save
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is a repost. There was a time when I was deleting my poems. This was ohe of them. I have brought it back to light. Thanks for reading.
Every day I am born anew
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
That I'm connected to my past
I stare at a mirrored reflection
I do not recognize
My cold pinching shoes feel too far away to tie
As I try to remember where I'm going and why
I try to capture that which is lost
The world that was meant for me
Is not the world in which I live
My face feels the sting of one hand clapping
My eyes focus on the world outside of my self
The colors change from ‘Dali-esque vibrancy
To being all sooty and smelling of sweat
Ahhh, ... it must be Monday and time to go back to work.
dark choc'late kisses
melting slowly in my mouth --
decadent pleasure.
written 2/15/12
Entered into PD's Any poem of the week contest.
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