Irresistible, She Is.

sky_by_cos22

Another verse to add to the Poetry, To Me series. What can I say; I love poetry.

 

**************

 

Highly irresistible,

Permeating your visuals,

An unfailing presence;

The very essence

Of her ultra-magnetic aesthetic.

 

– O.D ©2018

 

Art by: cos22

Tragic//Magic

7f751c5dcbbd491acefa66d563accb22

Laughable,

If not lamentable

That he takes pride

In being the obstacle,

That blocks the light

At the end of the tunnel.

 

– O.D ©2018

 

Art by: yuumei

Textual//Disparities

border_castle_city_by_kvacm-dc0eai2

“I love you”

Cut to

“Love you”

You start to wonder

If it’s still true.

 

– O.D ©2018

 

Art by: kvacm

E_cstatic

alone_among_the_lights__tutorial_video_linked__by_yuumei-d9c5ruy

She is,

Ecstatically Enigmatic

Very much so,

Like the universe’s

Incomprehensible

Vastness.

 

– O.D ©2015

 

Art by: yuumei

Ethereal Ink #Revisited

the_whole_universe_surrenders_by_mikkolagerstedt-d8f66xx.jpg

Watch me, when I write,

Glimmer in my eyes,

Purposeful attempts to excavate

The golden thread of knowledge

Embedded within the carvings

Of my mind’s given design;

I create knots and loops

With the cursive ink

Knitting pages together

With a pattern

Of my choosing.

 

– O.D ©2016

 

Photograph by:  MikkoLagerstedt

Beauty #Revisited

train_station_flower_colour_splash_by_clausch99-dbhazqs.png

Arduous task, witnessing her true beauty

When she finds peace and pleasure

In hiding her intentions

Behind the darkest veil

She so intricately designed.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Photograph by: clausch99

Pain (?)

rain_on_my_sunshine_by_yuumei-d9rggx4.jpg

Where others see only pain

Or other emotions believed to be a threat

To the preservation of ones’ sanity

A poet sees opportunity; fuel; unconventional greasing

For a door hinge that reveals a path,

A path littered with forks;

Forks, that lead to the many avenues housing

Uncharted spaces of the mind.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: yuumei

What I Saw/What She Saw #Revisited

under_the_overpass_by_yuumei-daqv1tc.jpg

Forgive her,

For only realizing too late,

That when you wrote her something,

You did not see lines, stanzas

Or the occasional rhymes;

Rather, you only saw yourself

Giving her a piece,

Of your soul.

 

– O.D. ©2016

 

Photograph by: yuumei

Colour Of The Night.

stars_by_kvacm-dbh8wkf.jpg

Among stars that mark their space,

Glimmering atop the colour of darkness;

Shimmering more or shimmering less,

Really makes no difference, to my personal fulfilment.

 

Instead, it is playing a part in the magic

That colours the night sky, with much needed ethereal flair

That is, quite simply, more than enough for me.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: kvacm

Centered.

the_sky_beneath_my_feet_by_yuumei-d9g7lrh.jpg

Ironic, Is it not?

How through centering our thoughts

To only believe in the idea of being unstoppable

We subtly enable a foundation

That — in eventuality — can be blown, to smithereens

With as little as a muffled sneeze?

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: yuumei