Nightshade Poems - Poems about Nightshade

...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......Read the rest...

...As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly, caused by an Atropa belladonna exposé mind-bending, marijuana bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly, Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life bella......Read the rest...

...satin sheets slide off the desk notes fall softly like petals as the Maestro humms along the symphony directing each movement Summer shimmers Luna glistens through shiny panes the pup......Read the rest...

... Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here, having been purified, first, in a trial by fire- in the bulwarked organ of love's pineal desire.......Read the rest...

..."My name's Lucy, what's yours," with outstretched palm. "My name's Kirk,""Hi Kirk," "Hi Lucy, you're calm." Temporal a passage traipse in units, partitioned Earth's axis and Sun's movements. Temp......Read the rest...

...An intruder murdered the dark while it slept. Dark green blood, and nightshade shadows there were. Moonlight crept through cold glass, stealthily pilfered thoughts and dreams, then it left, le......Read the rest...

...Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet. Too shagged to even eat. The word leads (inevitably) to you... I slipped the timesheets from work today. Another incident occurred... Sweetie, please be ......Read the rest...

... "The Necessary Mission" The heart has pages that unfurl daily out from under blankets of circadian rhythm like petals stretch and turn over again and again the rea......Read the rest...

...Winter rains lover the cold north wind fought against the thought of warmth in which we would embrace again. It holds steadfast to the slow beating of the window pane drums loudly out th......Read the rest...

...Oh, belladonna, deadly bloom, Potent in your smile, Bold, the dew-drops in your eyes, Bewitching in their guile Blazing with a brazen nerve, Your irises aspire To burn the embers of your fir......Read the rest...

... "The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise" They called her the tree hugger, her forest was full of trees that watched silently, they had no mouth to speak, rustling the......Read the rest...

...Arizona My home is in Arizona. It is a hot state indeed. That is exactly why I am here. It has a temperature in the summer of over one hundred and ten, then they stop counting, as not......Read the rest...

...ywhere that "it" is not... the rest of his body? Then... all around, there are plants, pretty, pretty, weeds you see. They are purple, with yellow beaks. They are not birds, they are "nightshade". Avoid them, dare not touch them... go around. There is no direct trail anymore, there is only a place where some have passed by and returned, while others did not. We ar......Read the rest...

...1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust. 2..The taint of copper pennies. 3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed. 4..A sunset burning dry corn. 5.Eyes bruised by anger. 6.Lips cut by stinging......Read the rest...

...Femme fatale nightshade bloom Lustrous pomes sweetly entomb Heady pungent bouquet Remedy lover’s grave betray Come hither, ye toxic potpourri Banish infernal memory Florid amethyst grace All......Read the rest...