CONTENT WARNING
...promises of ponies...
… with promises of ponies … In exchange for my silence, you promised me a pony. *** Although you never did buy that pony, (thank god for that),
KJ AartilaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsPASIPHAE: and the Birth of the Minotaur
O PASIPHAE A Queenly Interlude o unhappy maid, what madness seized your captured heart and pounded your yearning womb to such unnatural lusts! Fortunate she indeed if there had never been flocks—Pasiphae love-slave to the wild white bull stud
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsCornucopia: The Fairy Goat and the Horn of Plenty
AMALATHEIA the FAIRY GOAT In with the mythos and mystical stewing ensues whereby what do we see of this in the indeterminate morass-muddle of constellation soup,
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsFaunus/Girls Gone Wild
Foreshadowed by the ancient gloom FAUNUS was said by some primordially to be a “Wolf-God,” the Strangler horny goat by the Hermes anecdote: PsychoPomp of the little death: one-handed: material mercurial trickster: he brought the fire: he was the messenger: as Prometheus was the forethought and Epimetheus the afterthought in the hornygoatweed :
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsA World Beyond the Rainbow
A World Beyond the Rainbow Beyond the rainbow's arching light, Lies a world of magic and delight. A realm unseen by mortal eyes,
Underground Acres
Underground Acres Where they grow the people weak They teach em what to think They teach em how to speak They look just like you and I
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.Published 11 months ago in PoetsResilience's Triumph: A Survivor's Anthem
*Note:This poem contains graphic content and depicts domestic abuse. Readers's discretion advised.* In shadows cast by cruel night's embrace, I dwell in depths of a hidden disgrace. Within these walls, my spirit's breath withheld, I bear the weight of a story untold.
Reena GowdaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe perfect heist
The man stood in the shadows, his heart racing, as he watched the building. He had meticulously planned the heist for months, and the time had finally come to make his move. He adjusted the black mask over his face and checked that his tools were in order - the drill, the lock pick, and the stun gun. He double-checked the notes he had taken on the building's security system and knew exactly where to look for the safest entry point.
Muhammad MazanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDistracted by the Demon
Distracted by its presence I can't help that it is around running in the midst of the scene Seen his sharp pointed horns coming out of his forehead like a rosebud blooming from its thorns
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMystic Mists of Love
In the realm where hearts entwine, Where love's mysteries align, There exists a hazy guise, A mist that veils the lovers' eyes.
The eye of a snake
In the realm of serpents, mysterious and grand, There lies a marvel, a sight so unplanned, Within the scales, a jewel, a sacred art,
M.J. HUMPHREYPublished 11 months ago in PoetsIn twilight's gentle embrace, a tale unfolds
, Where words dance upon the canvas of the soul. Let me weave a tapestry with ink and rhyme, A poem to stir your heart, transcending time.