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A collection of various poems I have written in relation to horror, fantasy or the supernatural

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

My View of You

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Bright reds
Calming blues
Exploded
In my head
Crazy swirling futures
Abounded when you came
Into view
Hope returned
Tender thoughts flowed
simply knowing you existed
in this world
You brought me to my knees
Seeking something
close to you
If it could not be you
Oh,
If it could not be you
Let it be something
Close to you.
Please see
You are my direction
I seek,
My compass
Following
True North
I have become a
free spirit forever
flowing down
a lazy river to your
final embrace
of your
welcoming shores
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

She Was and Is

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I could call her a flash of lightening
cuz she blinded me back then
oh she blinded me good.
I still need my seeing eye dog
to get
me to and from.

She turned my head
whiplash fast
entering that room
Now when she enters the bedroom, oh
its my doom.
I hope the doctors
are standing by because I’m
gonna need revived
after she uses me up.
Again.

I tell her she doesn’t
realize how beautiful she is.
How her smile catapults
my heart.
How her dark green eyes
slam into me like
an unseen force

Words come hard at times
So, So hard
When did I ever get so lucky
When did I ever deserve such as you.
Don’t pull that rug from under me.
Let me stand here
just holding you
just knowing you
forever
You are my favorite dish
of ice cream, I linger
slowly in tasting

You are my home, my creature comfort
You are my heartbeat.

You Are the one.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

I Fear

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I fear I will fail myself
and in turn fail you
That you will fade and drift
away from me.
That I will say all the
“right” words
And you will still go
because I wasn’t enough.
That the me I am
cant sustain
the path you
wish to take
I fear your eyes
not seeing me anymore
I fear your hands
not wanting my touch
I fear your silent words
unsaid.
I fear the distance that might
grow between us
never
coming close
ever again
I hold too tightly
in this instance
I fear everything about
it ending.
And then it did.

by Philip Wardlow 2018 (written in 2017)

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My Red dreams

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Danae by Gustav Klimt

She
sleeps,
My Red.
Slumbering
deep
alongside,
I feel her dreams
seep,
into me,
fitful and fractious or
calm and light.
Through them all
she holds.
Not a thousand times a thousand
treasures or other delights
could draw me away this night.
For she has been long sought
this red curled angel
of fairness
This soft, sweet beckoning
beauty
in endearing repose
A creature not easily known
but by a few men
bold enough to unlock the magic
of her soul.
I count myself a fool
to hold such a fortune
as this in my arms
And will continue
to play the fool
for her all my days
to come.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fear and Want

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I fear the tangle
and the untangling
I want the nearness
but want to runaway
I fear words spoken
in the light of day
but want those
same words
whispered in my
ear in the dark in
full embrace.
Fear and Want Juxtaposed
Side by Side
a creeping glorious
Twilight

 

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Haikus The progression of us

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Kissing
Fate beckoned, smiling
Boldness overtook my lips
close in with a kiss

Twirling 
Your smile spun in me
Twirling your essence freely
When music found us

Friendship
Parts of you unfold
Soft thoughts grabbing at your life
Pulling me in tight

Intimate
Eager hands stripping all
Bodies apart now are one
Blissful connection

Apart
Your return long sought
Never fated together
yet always wished for

Reunion
A gift like lightning
Struck, never to recover
Weak and wanting more

New Year
Your thoughts in shadow
My thoughts focused on your eyes
forlorn and wanting.

Realization
Tears flowed in close trust
Tore down walls revealing love
A tender touch found

Futures
Intertwined steps dance
Newfound melodies captured
Hand to heart to mind

 

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

To and Fro

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To and fro
she went,
from home to work,
then work to home.

Petted her cat, read her books,
and sat alongside a man she loved
who didn’t really see
the aurora borealis
of blues, greens,
and flits of purple
and passionate reds.
that resided in her.
looking for release.

But to bed she went
for a fuck and perhaps a
little bit of luck
that a spark would ignite
a connection
that would light
the days of her dark
wonderings of a life
long sought.

That he would come to see
her,
and love her the right way,
the way she always dreamed
it should be.

yet, still even now
she goes to and fro
Ever hopeful of a different
outcome than before
legs still open
heart still open
with eyes still burning
all those dancing
colors within.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

**character study for Erotic Novel working on for this year.

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, Poetry/Quote of the Week, Stories and Story Excerpts, The EROTIC ZONE

Throwaway

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Throwaway –

You are tortuously pretty,
but that’s never been enough.

I shall entertain you for the night
and you shall pay, oh you
shall pay and you shall love
the purchase.

I will stroke your ego
as you hold it tight
and stroke mine.
But please don’t get attached to “it”
nor I
For I don’t have time for such frivolities

I will listen, I will see you, I will care
for that is who I am,
at heart
But you in the end,
you are
a snack, a mere morsel.
That could never satiate.

I will smile, I will laugh as appropriate,
and convey every nuance to let you
know where my interests lay, but really,
its all just a lie.

You are wanting
wanting of something I could never give

My heart, dear
My heart

Though it beats.
It beats free.
Free of a pain
I never want to venture
to ever endure
or see again.

I have thrown that possibility
far far away from me.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

***Character treatment for erotic novel I am writing this year

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Comforting Dark

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Ravens

The Comforting Dark~

I can’t say why the darkness consoles.

as no fear exists as shadows flow, biting

and enscrolling a body

with etchings of loneliness

and comforting coldness.

At times it seems its all I’ve ever known.

as I walk dirty dark roads in silent  solace and look to

find the answer in the ravens which

circle overhead.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

All I know

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Are you my soulmate?
Are you kin to my spirit within?

At the inception of the universe,
did my atoms mingle with yours?
Did your energies play with my own?

Did destiny play a part in all our fateful
days as we twisted amongst
the stars through billions, and millions of years, to dwindle down to Earth to finally share a kiss which held a resonance and a mysterious affinity
that can not be explained away.

Or I have met you once before in the purgatory of souls lost wondering in the void, finding quiet comfort and caress in the serendipitous chance in a billion, trillion, quintillion of meanderings of spirits. I found you, YOU, amongst the multitude, then lost you fully in memory and in touch as you slowly faded away, what chance then to find you yet again in a dance, in a smile, in a laugh, in a kiss long sought and well remembered.

What chance indeed.

And I remember you, no matter
the mystery of us.
I remember.

By Philip Wardlow 2018