Visceral Poems - Poems about Visceral

I awoke early that morning to an unfamiliar familiar sound. I rose from the bed with cacophonous singing ringing in my ears, separated the curtains with the breast stroke of an Olympic swimmer, and opened the blinds to the on rush of time. Peering through the window of my three-story, lofty view of the world, there she was sitting on the nest aesthetically nestled...

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(From the novel: The Truth About Make-Believe by Mickey Grubb) Standing in the middle of the rear seat, the tiny legs moved quickly from side to side to keep the rest of the body upright and in place as the car made its way through the night over narrow, winding West Virginia roads. There had to be someone in the...

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Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast bang dolorous dirge ignition of limbs, Rictus permeated rancor give me thy mirth bled, “Maw of Cerberus thrice Styx a curse gangrene. Corcyan Cave sylphlike sacrificial chimera beast!” “Ahhhhh!” ...

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The orb calls to me, beckons breast beat, blood in veins permeates, face red with heat, as I asphyxiate, am dominated, reach climax. Each time lustful, more powerful, sensual. I crave this fix, my only reason to exist, addicted to what only it can give, aahhhh. Run my hands across thy frame, caress bits, bite lip, if it wants blood, blood darling...

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A torrent of emotional joy Hazy sunlight and an opalescent sky a cool breeze that rests gently In mystical circles, where the swing gently swings a myriad of wings of song This also sounds depressing. perplexing ideas in my mind Sun loungers replenish and revitalize It was poured in the shape of barbed wire The floods drive the rest away Cleanse the fragile soil of hidden...

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"Visceral" Beyond the invisible a farscape much closer than great distance unacknowledged silence calls what waits within to listen something powerful visceral beckons you are not the narrative programmed into you nor responsible for perceptions painted over the unread in you silence calls what waits within to listen something powerful visceral beckons beyond the invisible it watches and it listens standing firm in its own light and truth the unacknowledged, acknowledging the unread in you beyond the invisible (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Push the Limits” /...

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With starting lines in measured meters Down back alleys we would run. Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint Against each other’s clocks. However matter what the speed, Our youth could not outrun The dimming of the light. We ran with ragged t-shirts flying white, Battle-flags of poverty and youth. Swiss cheese costumes trailing From tanned-skin bodies. Cloud-like storms in...

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Breathless; I stood in the silence of dawn. Her beautiful skyline framed silhouette had the earliest birds attention drawn. Visceral love at first sight! Juliet? Fathomless emotions within my chest. With her green eyes and tenderness of touch; her heart and mine became one love confessed! Dark wind whipped hair heldfast; a silky clutch. Morning twilights arrive in purer hues. Whilst we long...

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*Breathless; I stood in the *silence of dawn. Her *beautiful skyline framed silhouette had the earliest *birds attention drawn. Visceral love at first sight! Juliet? *Fathomless emotions within my chest! With her *green eyes and tenderness of touch; her *heart and mine became one love confessed! *Dark wind whipped *hair heldfast; a silky clutch. Morning twilights arrive in purer hues. Whilst we long...

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Romans 13:1 - “The authorities that exist have been established by God”… Though that seems more of a facade, long shot and a fraud from a world long gone Since sin no longer seems fiction in this depiction of friction with biased predictions An election... with no intention of protection for the derelict despite respective messages Seems like...

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My naked feet feel the slick, moist grass in the quiet park as my fingers pluck and trace the soft edges of a flower petal. ...

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The water bursts out of an opened hand The elemental drenches Her own homeland She fires the ice that formed in her heart At her once happy village But she no longer cares, she doesn’t wish to be this way, her element forces her to part She was once loved, once had her own dreams, and loves, but those vanished...

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eyeing the current environment--- the ins & outs of everyday mediocrity, that which for most is nothing less than a mundane pledge whereby swimming with the stream, abiding all the preformed parameters & echoing the culmination of listlessness bound by increasing sedentary lethargy sustaining a perpetual monotonous nature & as this exterior becomes exhausting, complete utter indifference is only a few steps away--- the need to extend...

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