Munmun

rootless...boundless.....directionless.....hopeless.....

[john zbigniew guzlowski @johnguzlowski]

The highway is empty.

The road to there
has left for better places.

All that’s left
is a car in a field of cows
eating grass and waiting
for water.

[sands @revsodhi]

Angels #descend,
a tarnished grace,
wings burnt to ash
in dark embrace.

Carnal desires,
ruled by whim…
a night’s overture
rising dim.

Faith resurrected
from the abyss…
a devil’s bargain,
a Judas kiss.

~rev
#vss365

[Aislinn(Roselife) @ajnabeeaislinn]

It's Twosday #Tuesday
#aislinnwishh

[Clive Reed...on vacation!! @CliveReed57]

I want to climb
But the sides are sheer
And the summit is so high
If I step on the heads of others
Perhaps I could try
Yet they would slide
and surely die
and I would sit at the top alone
left to question why
#vss365 #summit #poetry

[Poetry by PS ☘️ @PoetryByPS]

-
sometimes i fear
the screenplay of my life
was inked by a noir god,

shot in black and white,
a disguise for wannabe saints
who never knew color,

a monochrome pomegranate
#descends from the tree,

i dissolve into Dutch angles,
8mm subtleties
of original gray.
-

#vss365

[Whispers @whisperingpoems]

#vss365 #descend

tears descend,
as I break.

this is not memory.

this is geography:
a place I pass through daily.

the color of numbers:
a scar that learned language.

and became permanent.
🖤
#ωнιѕρєяѕ

#FoxProse #Amatory

[Kate Machon Author @KateMachon]

'It's mine, Gabe. Mine. Mine. Mine.'
'Calm down, Pixie. We are not going to #descend into a shouting match. Let's check the diary & see who had the last brownie last time... Hmmm... Strange. Every entry says Gabe.'
'See, case closed.'
'No, Pixie! Case forged!'
#vss365

[Elle Justine🥀 @only1elle]

my father’s elbow
out the car window
cigarette in his mouth

sun on my legs
then on my face
cornfields for miles

days passing
in slow motion…

[Nacho & Alice @Nachokeys21]

..a road of light
the sea rises beneath
as we descend

we long for these hours
when the moon returns
to whisper in the breeze
& stars come down so close
their white fire
blinds every edge

hold me close
walk with me
through all the lives
waiting inside this one..

#vss365

[Ellin Anderson @ellin_anderson]

BACHELOR BUTTONS
Dusk will smudge the shadows
As twilight ends the day
At #summit of the summer
Whose prime has slipped away.
Ragged robin, blunt the scythe
Of Death, who takes the field,
Lest poppies stain the aftermath
Of bounty’s amber yield.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #cornflower

[chandana @chandanas]

Did you know
colours define mood,
a story of unvisualised emotion?

When I understood this,
I saw the color of numbers,
lifetimes of togetherness,
a #summit of painful separation.

You and I narrate our stories,
recite our pain
on either side of day.
#foxprose
#vss365

[Arjun @NewNonentities]

Books and movies taught me how not to murder.

The brilliance of the act or investigation and twists in the tale are such boring tropes.

I rely on simple boring methods.

My work avoids #cadence and emotion.

To yawn or not to yawn.
That's the only question in life.

#vss365

[Aislinn(Roselife) @ajnabeeaislinn]

किसी.ने पूछा,
इश्क क्या है ?

हमने कहा ,
जिसे देखने भर से दिल को सुकून आ जाए
बस वही इश्क है......

#इश्क

[Kate Machon Author @KateMachon]

Angel business, Gabe said. Boring stuff. I didn't buy it. So obviously I read his diary... & discovered the shocking truth.
Now I huddle in his suitcase, evidence in hand. Wait till I pop up mid-keynote speech at the How to Train Your Pixie #summit!
#vss365

[Anthony Rhead @antsared]

Inside your
Heaven
Whispers,
We gaze
Horizon line,
Studying her
Features,
Cadence tells
Your smile,
Today at one
With nature,
Our eyes upon
The Sea,
Though I would
Not frame her,
Her view is
Everything..
#loveletters #poetry #poem #POEMS #vss365 #love #cadence 🐿 #ocean

[dorio_en @DorioEn51344]

What makes a summit
is not how high
you climb,

but whether
your kindness
climbs with you.

#vss365 #summit #haiku

[Daniel Cummings @DanielC55186873]

#vss365
The men prostrate themselves. They rent their tunics in shame. All for a glimpse. She would succor them. Bring them to her breast, then split them like ripe melons. She would feed on their darkest flowers.

Her #cadence is haunting yet familiar. Her canvas is horror and beauty. A crimson smear. Shafts of gold piercing the heavens. The eyes of god.

She will peel back their layers, and empty their souls. Where ecstasy bleeds into madness.

[Daniel Cummings @DanielC55186873]

#vss365
The wise men followed the paths of their comets, one light and one dark, each appropriately garbed in either angelic or sinister attire. They reached the summit at precisely 6:26pm, the comets collided, a small weed popped out of the ground, spit out one leaf and promptly expired.