Sufficiently Sweet Poetry Spectacular!

[ArlequineLunaire]

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Salutations! With love in the air as Valentine's Day rolls around again, we're bringing back an old favourite with a Valentine's poetry jam!

A poetry jam means we'll going to be giving you a theme to write poetry about — some of you may have gone to similar events in-person or participated in them online. As this is love not war, there'll be no judging or prizes in this event, just a love letter to SV users' creative spirit by giving their writing a chance to shine.

In contrast with our Sufficiently Spicy Shipping War event, this event is for poetry about a broader sense of 'love' — whether it be romantic, parental, fraternal, or even more abstract, such as a poem about something you love.

All participant poems are to be posted in this thread and will be threadmarked by our staff. Any questions on the event or commentary on poems should also be posted in this thread. The jam will be closing roughly around the 14th of February, good to have your poems in by then.

Can't wait to see what you all come up with! When the moon hits your eye...

 

[Place]

pushed out gnarled ; prepped
curled hot in the walk-in
dirty water ; blanket stain
Lady Ash twists smoke
pressing to chest
kept tight-lunged ; bloodnumb
caught dead ; creased
spitting grease in gray sink
teeth black ; biting fist
taken hits

clogged drain with acid foam
sleeping by the ceiling
nursed wound full of rot
Lady Ash bursts
and spills out
flannel crutches ; wet hair
vinyl tile made slick
parking lots ; punishment
smile riding ; innervated
shellacked

i miss the fear, the fumbling
the burns on hands and blistered feet
and how you look by streetlight
Lady Ash in embers, flickering her fingers
caught in couch cushions
over the phone
running me down
keeps me warm
pulled through the undertow
of electric heat

 

[LordCirce]

Longing From A Distance

I first laid eyes on you as I was scrolling in the app upon my phone
Amid the tryhards and false faces, your picture stood out to me and shone
I examined you from every angle, imagination running wild
Till I stopped and flopped backward on my bed, let out a sigh, and sadly smiled
I would love to call and say "You're the one, I need you dearly in my life!
I'd be true to you, I'd never stray, never fill you with turmoil or strife!"
But then the truth of my situation strikes, and drags me back down to earth
I can not afford what it would cost to give you what truly you are worth.
Those around tell me to take a chance, and see if you would accept my suit
But I dither, delay, stall, fret, fear, and fuss, until the point becomes moot
Your picture is gone, you have been claimed, and I am left alone in the cold
On the page where I gazed on you for so long, it now reads, "This house was sold".

 

[libraryrocker]

your hand in my hand
safe in our home together
the sound of your breath

 

[Yatr]

In. (What does it mean?)
In.. (How can it Be?)
In... (When will it End?)
In.... (Will it Be Something Great Gold and Gleaming, or Little More than a Scream?)
O U T - Releasing a Dream.
In. (Steady now, don't cause a scene.)
Out. Core Conceit of )That Which Is(
In. (Essence of the Perfect Green)
Out. A Gift to that Perfect Green.
In. (Expanding to the Limit.)
Out. And Regressing to the Mean.
In. (Effervescence of Life)
Out: Oh, but It Feels Clean.

 

[Princess Scribe]

Bountiful Disaster Seeking Mastery

I gift you red stripes
while your gifts bring me to tears
we embrace our bonds

It's about painting fences I swear.

(I actually do one of these a day for my polycule for the next two weeks, but this is the only one clean enough I have planned that I'd feel comfortable posting it here.)

 

[Yatr]

Bountiful Disaster Seeking Mastery

I gift you red stripes
while your gifts bring me to tears
we embrace our bonds

It's about painting fences I swear.

(I actually do one of these a day for my polycule for the next two weeks, but this is the only one clean enough I have planned that I'd feel comfortable posting it here.)

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Are the red stripes candy canes, scratch marks or something else?

 

[Princess Scribe]

Whips / caning lines leave a thin red stripe.

 

[Bra300]

(yes, i have written my submission in german)

Das Ich dich Liebe

Ich sage dir das Ich dich liebe
Das Ich dich jubeln hören will
Weil Ich dich keuchen hören will
Denn wir sind einander Diebe

Doch demonstriere Ich dir meine Blume
Das Pochen in meiner Brust
Über Plaudern in der Lust
Als wäre es Honig aus der Tube

Schluchzend fragst du die Frage des Gretchen
Doch bete Ich nicht mein Mädchen
Den Ring stecke ich dir nicht an
Denn den Zwang lassen wir nicht heran

Deine Eltern glauben Ich sei ein Taugenichts
Zu beweisen vermögen sie es nicht
Doch verstehe ich dies dummen Scherze
Denn du bist die Gräfin meiner Herze

Für uns wird nie Geschrieben mit Roter Hand an weißer Wand
Denn unsere Liebe überdauert den Fluss des Sandes

 

[Solarstream]

"these unused parts on display, gently worn"

these unused parts
on display,
gently worn,
soft to the touch,
sparkling in the sunlight

yet hidden in the shade
from shyness born
inside an eclipse

the depths of the night
unfold and spill out
filling in a void

this supposedly blank space
left alone like fading dreams
exiting a hypnoid state where
thoughts cry out loud in baritone

singing as one, these unused parts
crying out for moments
of delight and new joy,
of a tender time,
sending them flying
into the arms of someone as a toy,

these arms
which will hold
someone until dawn

and induce
heavy use
if so turned on

 

[LunaMoth]

Passionless-Fruit
Passion is a word I hear a lot.

Finding my calling, you say, enthralling.

When I fumble through everything.

Nothing is not hard.

No flowing competence, only Sisyphus.

Struggle though brambles, a ground made of lard.

Stone gray static clings to me, it sings to me; gently.

Why must others succeed?

I want to sleep, I want to sleep!

The world does not heed.

Walking with a chain of lead(led).

But I must drag the lead(lee-ad).

A carrot on a stick.

I am the shepherd of my own flock.

The world does not heed to me.

Passion please just leave me be.

 

[DangerKitty]

Passion enflamed and fires unquenched
ambition coils
gnarled and torn the hand reaches out.

Hem of a dress pinched between talon and claw.
Desire, jealousy tenses and pulls.
The illusion tears.

Wicked clarity scatters passions flame.
Hot ash crumbles,
A pile of embers made.

Another comes bearing a dreamers designs,
Stokes the flame.

 

[A Name]

"A Good Book"

Hands held together.
Kisses, soft and
tender touches;
two tipped toes to reach you.
You in hand I bring you down
We sit.
Side by side by Side

I

Find

Meaning

(We are together two,
However home I may be
I am lost with you)

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I choose the love of books that I have, one of the abstract types of love mentioned. It's kinda a play on the idea of 'getting lost in a good book' as well, because I find that to be utterly true for myself

 

[ArlequineLunaire]

The Sufficiently Sweet Poetry Spectacular has now reached its end. Though as this is no contest, last minute submissions won't be an issue for now. Thank you to all the poets who contributed and helped fill this year's Valentines' with love!