Serpentine Poems - Poems about Serpentine

His Sunset Years

   in his sunset years he daily 
traversed a mile to smile
waiting  
             w a t c h i n g 

A L E R T

the lilt of phantomic voice to 
O P E N   his 

 

Gazing at the Sky

                                           Gazing at the Sky

        

serpentine slither

what appeared to be poisonous was merely phosphorus
deeply tattooed into the warrior’s skin from an ambush
in the land of never-ending wars against imagined foes
with a myriad of causes cascading from power and greed

what does a Welshmen have to do in bloody Afghanistan
he used to have a lilt but now the speed impediment
was carved deep into

Serpentine Stardust

Word Bank Use Seven Words - 6-2-25
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Serpentine Stars
	
A “cascade” of crystal moonbeams
 Touches summer tides of “serpentine” seas
Where “phosphorus” waits
 To splash
On the still shoulders of shorelines  
In a “myriad” of luminescent sequins
Bathing the sand in sparkle 
 Like new stars
  Tumbling
From the amber-mauve wombs of “nebula”
To the “lilt” of the “lunar” nightingale’

Flesh That Refuses Form

no sound
in a cascade of nerves

submerged
amid a myriad of silences

a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera

and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow

a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless

a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula

I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form

Nebula of Lies

You had me
for a year, I believed it all was true.
Every moment, every action,
how could it not be?

Like a serpentine snake,
you slithered inside my mind, my body,
squeezing out all my trust,
all I believed in you.

You made me lower my guards.
I believed.
I wished I didn’t.

You showered me with love,
a cascade, a toxic waterfall,
drowning me in a

Star Studded Night

Star Studded Night


Myriad stars like tiny jewels greet me
as I set up my telescope
a new moon was the current
Lunar cycle, no light to interfere
Ophiuchus the Serpentine constellation
Slithers across the sky trailing
Phosphorous dust in its wake
I train my scope on the pinwheel shaped
Andromeda constellation its spiral arms
reaching far out to space
the Helix Nebula comes into view

Serpentine Narcissus

My mind hibernates in the void of cavernous complexity,
wakes up in the sensual seasons of mystique living.
The wild psyche forms a sleek and sly unique entity,
as with whisper of intent hiss, dances the reptilian feeling. 

Within the deep cold layers many ancient secrets hide,
the sinuous slither of the silent senses can’t find.
Coiled in still shadows

Serpentine

"Serpentine"


Give a woman enough rope 
and She’ll show you 
what hanging’s worth

the life coiled around 
a body of work 
could be misconstrued

serpentine
She draws from the rock
like it's Her cornerstone

creation 
sexuality 
fertility

the life force 
of our 
ever spinning planet

serpentine
like it’s Her cornerstone 
the conscience, conscious

In The Dreaming
It speaks 
Its tongues

She listens




Candide Diderot. ‘24





Serpentine. 





"I am not

Sharp As a Marble

With a mind sharp as a marble
Words roll off my tongue as garble.
My clean shaved head is like a globe
Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe
With yellow, brown and strings of blue
Of understated pastel hues
Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball
Like a brain coral, all in all.
What is outside is not within
Sharp as a marble crown to chin.

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Paint never would smile at Turpentine
And I tell you The Serpentine
Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine
“Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine
In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein
And-trust me- to The Serpentine
The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine.

Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it
From even the guy overflowing wit, 
Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men
In his Wanna

Stichtite and Serpentine

Crystals of Violet green,
Emerged from a celestial stream;
No one had ever seen,
Such vivid colors of violet green.

One day 
The ppl decided to collect,
The beautiful crystals 
Painted violet green.

They named violet stichtite 
And her lover Serpentine.
The two were inseparable,
Though few have ever seen.

The beauty of stichtite & serpentine
Can be seen;
Appearing after a summer rain,
Gleaming in a

Accumulating Anger: My Love Was Serpentine

My love was serpentine to the touch
I can't quite explain it...the love of mine
Had gone away from my sight and such
I can quiz my mind to say otherwise, my bittersweet sugar wine…

Why am I extremely drunk off of utter fear? 
I should have been intoxicated with cheer
You bruised me with your torn-up tribulations of threats

The Road of My Life Is Serpentine

The road of my life is serpentine,
Wavy and with High-Five traffic jams.
Bewildering to me, but not to God,
Someday He will pull it straight,
Like that Christmas ribbon that curls.
All I can do now is talk to Him,
And wait until the ribbon unfurls.

Serpentine Locks

pink tulips with stems -
the beauty of Medusa
before bad hair day

1/9/2019

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