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“I’ve always been a poet trapped inside the fence of optimism and love.”#poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CLC20TAFNzT/?igshid=jex29m5k7bke

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I am no priest Of mercurial use No poet No fool. I Am My Own Muse. I light my own fuse. I fight my own fight I take to the river. I see my own sights. For you see I am Of my own design Possessed and molded by the world divine. Where a dream of me: A seaside view A purple, blue hue Is troubled by distance Suffered by you. I am my own muse. I am my own muse. And these dreams you see Are still of no use But living with me And nay an excuse. A ghost, I think. As if beneath a sultry moon A lover is waiting A heart as carefree. Thou spy? Thou voyeur? Thy genius recluse? This makes little difference. I am my own muse. All of these poems and more can be found in the anthology “A Cartographer”. #poet #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poem #poems #poetry #poetrylovers #poems https://www.instagram.com/p/CK-ROerliD3/?igshid=j32p4vvu28hr

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I choose my ghost. I prefer them. They haunt my dreams And other things Like a ship: Drifting In A harbor Without A chain Or anchor Or Ibrahim. I love my ghost I want my ghost To stay And never go astray. So here’s A toast (If not a boast) To our ghost Who help us remember: Why we are happy To be alive. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poets #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetrylife https://www.instagram.com/p/CKh9gQaFJRf/?igshid=wxynivtwd5sd

I choose my ghost. I prefer them. They haunt my dreams And other things Like a ship: Drifting In A harbor Without A chain Or anchor Or Ibrahim. I love my ghost I want my ghost To stay And never go astray. So here’s A toast (If not a boast) To our ghost Who help us remember: Why we are happy To be alive. #poetrycommunity #poetry #poet #poetrylovers #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CKh9Aw3FCe_/?igshid=l2sj47j0yk0i

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**Be sure to follow** Your Last Goodbye Part I (Drink With Me You Bastard) Fall into my arms You fool, my heart is yours to take. My lips are yours; my soul adores 'O my projected self, of late. So, fall into my arms, you pirate. You writhing, stealing bee. Steal my lips Make them wet As in your depths So, I shall forget The spell you left on me. Delighting my every fright. A phantasm; A wicked magic show From which my dreams And all that seems: this wayward false esteem. So, wet your lips and kiss me Tease me on this night. Taste me. Devour me. It is our sacred rite. And use your hips to melt my wax Round my gentle moon Burn my skin: To break thou vow And ‘ere we do begin. Make me disappear and reappear Until the dawn does break. And fall into my arms, you swank That thou love mayest take. Kill me Use me Savor you, I fear Excite me For If thy soul thee come too near Tis clear! Tis clear! This day was never here. And yesterday there were no crimes Now my heart doth fear. So, take me in your arms You angel of death. As if life were god's mistake Linger on me, you jealous fool I know you know the stakes. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poems #poemsaboutlife #poemsporn_ #poemoftheday #poet #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poetrylovers #poemoftheday #poetsociety #poetrybooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CJer3Wblo4d/?igshid=1163sta3zg4w0

cumstantial Evidence For Nothing At All I can smell your approach I can taste you My eyes are watering My mouth is wetted. The taste of cherry blossoms are near. I saunter through your scent Drawing nearer I See her coming, apparell’d and vaded in the stars. For If I were a dead man I’d recognize thee... Awakened. In a starry mess My heart leaps Un bound The crystals of time Melt into my flowing veins, My blood thaws And little green cotyledons Burst from my chest Flowers appear.. My hands unclench I Dig. I inhale. My eyes open wide. It is you. #poetry #poems #poet #love #poemsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetsociety #poetryporn #breakupquotes #poemsofig #poetrylovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CJAFCzwlbfq/?igshid=197qis1c4pg3o

@mariannewilliamson blows us away with her first page. #poetty #romance #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CI7CjknlKGr/?igshid=g30jzyhphydw

Whiskey In A Teacup. (And Other Kinds of Novae) Strawberry blonde Beguiling grin Blue eyes like the edge of earth shine. You are heavenly And I wish to see you in my teacup. A rare nova, A dynamo, always on the edge of creation, or laughter, or cussing. You are whiskey in a teacup And like the whiskey, light loves you: The browned sugars And nepenthe; they are deep inside of you now. As were a simmering, lip sucking, wet kiss As were a wafting, dancing, balm: a potion, a scent, caught between lovers’ breaths As were arms, starved of you Bring my chest to your bosom, Are warmed and then embrace the structure of you. A teacup, holding whiskey. Link in bio #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poemsdaily #poems #poet #poetrylovers #poetas #whiskey @stacymilrany #prettygirls https://www.instagram.com/p/CI2RXu_FRwR/?igshid=gflayu6u1vr4

Whiskey In A Teacup. (And Other Kinds of Novae) Strawberry blonde Beguiling grin Blue eyes like the edge of earth shine. You are heavenly And I wish to see you in my teacup. A rare nova, A dynamo, always on the edge of creation, or laughter, or cussing. You are whiskey in a teacup And like the whiskey, light loves you: The browned sugars And nepenthe; they are deep inside of you now. As were a simmering, lip sucking, wet kiss As were a wafting, dancing, balm: a potion, a scent, caught between lovers’ breaths As were arms, starved of you Bring my chest to your bosom, Are warmed and then embrace the structure of you. A teacup, holding whiskey. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poems #poemsaboutlife #poemsporn_ #poemoftheday #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetrylovers #whiskey #whisky #prettygirls #poemoftheday #poetrylovers #poemsbyme https://www.instagram.com/p/CI1wIHMFvNL/?igshid=13k4pon78o022

The Pacific Northwest. Cold. Green. Inviting. #poetry #poetrycommunity #positivevibes #poemsofinstagram #poems #poet #poetrylovers #pacificnorthwest #seattle #sunnyday https://www.instagram.com/p/CIbZOIwpOGC/?igshid=1idygzghpsyik

Puellae Pulchrae Excrementum Non Sciunt. You want romantic love? Then, first you must tell him and show him everything. And in return, you must allow him to do the same. Do not assume that you are in complete simpatico: you are not. No humans are; For we are dissevered octopi, sentient of time, and the wet, living tendrils of the other. Are you aware? That you are simply used to lovers who adapt to your rhythm—allowing you to drink freely in their land of milk and honey. You: I love this thing, what about you? Your lover: Yes my love, it is excellent, because, as has been said, (again and again) you are a rare and precious and desirable woman, and you are worthy of calibration. You say: Why, thank you. This is the natural order of things. And if your lover were me: Now, my love, as if you were a thresher, slip your lilly hand into my pants and allow me to tell you a thing or two. A vice or two. A guile. Wait, you say. I’m not corruptible. I say, If only a little, all lovers are. Or should be. A little. You say, let me read this thing to you about corruption. I say: Read it to me on my lap. You say, (the correct answer) Yes. I will do this for you. I say, I’m ready to listen. #poetry #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CIZJYCoJMUj/?igshid=h9w5k3re3mus