Ichor Poems - Poems about Ichor

...Soon, O toil? Take, tamarisk? Athlete, hurl disc! Flickering fog in fine-kept frisk! Blessings in the brisk! Amiable heaven, hell: What to do about? Blood congeal and ichor gel! Set fire to ......

Continue reading...

...O boulder, with pitch resin shine! Flicker fine at night! Fate and Fortune, thus we dine! Sign, O line of sight! Ichor in immortal veins? Crenellate to hold. No use waiting for the rains! Sa......

Continue reading...

...Flame-featured twilight, illuminate fast! Young are the dreams of humanity vast! Age is a mystery museums kept. Poets and prophets in agony wept... Core of the harpsichord, pyramid-shaped. Moorl......

Continue reading...

...I gaze upon an opaque silver sky, Descending dewdrops, developing above the mustache maw. Ascending the nape to taste cherubim cry, Permeating petrichor, pervade the nasal in auspicious awe. Pa......

Continue reading...

...Spring’s Abysmal Guile By Sy Roth A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit, a corruption of a miasma vast, as though some sepulcher, long sealed, split its stony jaws to breathe. Vile exhalatio......

Continue reading...

...Light my way, O autumn skies. Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies. Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk? Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon. Cloud castles, arrive through......

Continue reading...

...The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengea......

Continue reading...

...A pallid night, a void's umbral reign, Emptiness, a phantom, claimed the lane. A dirge of noir, a melancholic strain, Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain. The phantasmal memory, a haunting ......

Continue reading...

...I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have Stapled back onto ourselves— The faces we’ve taugh......

Continue reading...

...pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden that the sun shone on early in the morning and you would sigh in relief at the harvest because i was good to you see me as fondly as the first buds......

Continue reading...

...My love dissipated into the stagnant night. The element of hope dissociated, evaporating, Nebulized by the lungs. In great heaving gasps and salty residuum, It left me Over the hours, the week......

Continue reading...

...Nothing could be finer than to be deep inside your v****a in the morning Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up in the morning When my morning glory presents itself at your ......

Continue reading...

...Hold my head for me, dear For I've been trying not to lose it The words on my tongue Are no longer silver-plated No longer sugar-coated Still there remains Some sweetness In being pla......

Continue reading...

...Kismet’s hand stretches the fabric of creation; Ichor of the gods entwines with auric fields, Numinous ideas become our inspiration; Deeply planting the ascension seeds.......

Continue reading...

...Come here little one Let me tuck you in Under a starry blanket With a kiss upon your chin. Today is sorrow now past Let hope tomorrow shine The indigo of night is soft Remember you are mine. ......

Continue reading...