A collection of various poems I have written in relation to horror, fantasy or the supernatural
Delicate ivory lace
caress
soft curves
as ripples of silk
envelope
a yearning body
seeking
sustenance by a strong hand
taking her
in a wanting night.
Giving over to him
she flies to the other
place,
that azure blue
space
of soul
cleansing
euphoria.
sprinkled with
non-stop explosions
of magenta and scarlet.
This is her forever home
in his arms
in his heart
in his desires
forever
more.
by Philip Wardlow
Summer Haiku#1
Oppressive heat beats
As beads of sweat trickle down
With cannonball smile
Summer Haiku#2
A light wind catches
Flowered dresses as sun shines
Upon freckled skin
Summer Haiku#3
Lazy shade leaning,
just me and my maple tree
as the clouds creep by
Summer Haiku#4
Ice cream, ice cream! Run!
Melodic music enthralls
One fudgesicle please!
Summer Haiku#5
Hiss, Sizzle, Hiss
Burgers percolate on grill
As beer cans crack wide
Summer Haiku#6
Go Mosquito, go!
Must you infest sublime time?
Swat, slap, smack, no mo!
by Philip Wardlow 2019
Marvelous images come to play
as I think on her in repose
delicate in tone, soft in the silence
of a shiftless day.
Anticipation at the potential
of where the scene may wander
fingertips upon bare skin,
exactly where they go inconsequential.
Rarely ever has a woman drawn me so,
this compulsion, this mad desire
to push down, open up and own
to ravage, losing all self control.
Incognito and veiled in nature,
angel eyes with the devil behind them,
Hands out imploringly
pushing away at the same time reaching.
Always I oblige her wanton needs
Fair skin, fair no more,
as hues of vibrant pink come to settle
showcasing my forceful violent deeds.
Red plays the game well,
known needs in hand
Her body building, mind reeling
as her broiling core begins to swell.
Overjoyed she is, too weeping,
sweet deathly spasms taking,
nails raking, her body shaking,
now all she seeks is to be sleeping.
Sorry my dear, your times not quite up
for I’m all fire and fury
Hands roaming, lips tasting,
penetrating, with great intent to erupt
Easing back, I now tease
inch by slow inch, I either
advance or retreat
I own this body now completely.
Taunting curves upon curves
whether with a jest of a twist
a nip, or a bite, she knows
the rules must be served.
Tantalizing terrible is my attention,
for her nature darkly beckons
She exalts at her body being at my disposal
A mere toy to be used with conviction.
Open is her love for me,
expansive as an undulating ocean
I rise and I fall with her
Finally finding my own place of peace.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
Contentment, they say,
is synonymous with happiness,
satisfaction, fulfillment
and more;
more words of
peaceful denouement leading to seeming
roads of blissful ends.
Perhaps and perhaps not.
At the most I would pluck
“satisfaction” from that pile
of useless defining words that they
try to ascribe
to life
of whats and what nots.
Satisfaction at knowing
you tried your best,
and still failed at it all
in the end,
satisfaction that you don’t
give a damn to fight that
fight anymore
no matter how much they implore
that you should.
That you smile in satisfaction
at the day that greets you,
whether the weather
is bleak and cold
or
sunny and warm.
You appreciate the day
for just being the day
Here, now and forever
more.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Men fuck up
Women fuck up
Fuck ups beget more
Fuck ups
Go ahead
Get on that bike and
Cycle through more
Fucking up
Skin a knee,
Break a heart raw
Cycle to you bleed out
all your fucking Up
Then
Find a hill and
Free fall
Legs out
Look ma, no hands
That ER visit gonna
look nice
You Fuck up.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
Why don’t we buy a house
and call it our home
Live in it til
we’re gray and old
and the toothless dog
can’t chew his bone.
Why don’t we just let go,
pour it all out,
the fears, worries, and woe
Flush the toilet
and watch the shit
spin away forever gone.
And if backs ups
we plunger that bitch
until it drains
away.
Why don’t we
stoke the fire,
pour a drink at the bar
pet the cat as it
curls up close.
and yes that was a
euphemism for sex
meaning, let’s get it on.
Why don’t we
trust in us.
In that wonderful thing called love,
know it’s forever
bought and sold
no returns
rip up the receipt,
the stores closed,
out of business,
torn down.
You are mine and I am
yours.
No take backs.
Sold.
By Philip Wardlow 2019
One day I will know me,
where my dreams and fancies
meet my real reality,
where veils are lifted
and the stars cease
in their laughter
of me,
where seeming gods
big or small
give pause
and throw me a wink
and nod my way
as if to say,
you finally get
it son
you finally get
it, now move forward
and flourish.
by Philip Wardlow 2019
She’s a Beauty,
well of course she is,
that’s never been in doubt,
that red haired flaming fireball
of a woman
burned her initials into my
heart awhile ago,
Searing her mark way down
deep into
my soul.
She’s a Beauty,
sweet as can be.
a saucy strawberry in a bowl
of vanilla ice cream, a
a cool sugary lemonade on a hot
summers day.
She’s a Beauty,
mythic and magical
and lovely as Aphrodite, and
inviting as the Mona Lisa
in her playful smile when
she sees me
walk her way.
She’s a Beauty,
my best friend
to the end
my pal, my buddy, my companion
my lover, my go to confidant
for intimacy is the definition of us
And that Beauty is soon to be my lovely
wife.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
She often asks when I first knew I loved her.
I smile, because I know how she likes
to turn back to a memory of our love
from either just yesterday
or the very first day.
I tell her a different answer in a different way every time
for I find I discover myself and us in the asking.
There were a myriad of moments where
I fell in love (and still do) with her
and they always feel like the first time.
Kissing her passionately in a strong embrace.
Feeling the rhythm of her body as we dance
across the floor.
All her sweet affections for me in
caring about my well being.
Holding her tight why she cried in my arms
and then watching her sleep peacefully in them.
Delving the myriad of wonderful funny avenues her
mind takes in conversations over dinner.
Feeling special like no one else could when
she looks at me drinking me in, not wanting to
forget that scene of our lives and her filing it away
for future reflection.
It’s taking her to bed, and her trust me in the
taking of her, and sharing of all those intimate
precious secrets between just the two of us.
I knew I loved I her when she told me to just let
go and fall into what I was feeling and I didn’t
realize until that very moment I was allowed that
in my head and wanted it so badly to feel it
with her.
The moment when every minute, and hour and week
was filled with her in my head, and I didn’t want
to lose that feeling…it was everything.
My Red, I loved you from the start
whether I knew it or not.
I did.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
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she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
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