A collection of various poems I have written in relation to horror, fantasy or the supernatural
You are the soft points
between the hard
The smooth curves that
trace my heart
You are a delicate
touch
earning for more
with only a fingertip
of intention
caressing me
with a whisper
of a pained soul
reflected in my
own,
ever sinking
deep
deep
deep
Inescapably deep
into the softness
of all
that is you.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Pooh to Piglet
By Philip Wardlow
“Why do you suppose we are such good friends Piglet?” asked Pooh as they walked down the road together.
“Because we have been on such great adventures together?” asked Piglet
“Yes, and they were all very frightening but wonderful adventures to say the least, but it’s more than that I think.” Pooh said very seriously as if in deep thought.
“Well, maybe it’s because we look at the world together and agree about what we see.” said Piglet.
“That is true but we don’t see eye to eye on everything. You often think my pursuit and love of honey gets out of hand at times while I think it can never be enough.” Pooh smiled and patted his nice round belly absently as he said this.
“Hmmm…you have a point Pooh, there are times in your dreaming and your wonderings where I have come close to my wits end with you.” Piglet bemoaned to himself as he kicked a small pebble out of Pooh’s path as they walked.
“Yet still we are friends, in all these hundred acre woods we found each other and continue on.” Pooh mused to himself as he walked the road with Piglet.
“Why do you ask anyway Pooh?” Piglet turned to Pooh looking worried.
“Oh just a butterfly of a thought in my brain I get sometimes when I realize how lucky I am.” Pooh said smiling again.
“Oh.” Piglet said and smiled with him as they continued their walk down the road as he took Pooh’s hand in his
I’m not looking for heavy
for my heart already weighs a ton
I’m unloading it day by day
with it weighing just a little less
with each run of the moon and sun.
But it’s a gonna be long while
til the weights all gone.
I just want your words,
I just want your time,
I just want all the things
you can’t give to just anyone.
I offer a shoulder,
I offer a smile and a laugh.
I offer a walk hand in hand
or a slow dance.
I’ll take you to bed
and bring you to that headspace
you crave.
Or we can just curl up
on the couch and snuggle
in our little cave.
Talking away the day.
Connect
extend that line to me
and I’ll connect
back.
Simple as that.
Soulful Cure
Guide me past the fog and
low valleys into the sunlight that
should be my life.
Mix your elixir and give it to me
Quick, let it flow into my thoughts
and down my throat and suffuse
my body and mind with a healing
balm of bliss.
For my soul aches just a little
and I wish it to stop.
I want to move from this dark crossroad
sitting under this dead tree while these
brown leaves fall around me.
I will ride with you oh wise shaman if you
have that soulful cure that I seek.
I will trust in your wisdom
as you trust in my fortitude
to see things right.
Then can I finally go to my dreams
knowing that I truly sleep
tonight.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
Circles fly by
And I become intertwined
In the thought of
Loving yours
But you spin away
as you revolve fall away
from the piece that
is me
Into space
Never capturing your eye
again.
In this quiet place
That could be you and I
It’s all timing.
It’s always been
timing
Two circles spinning
together or
away.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
You are on the road
even though
the yellow bricks
are all faded and
cracked
You are on the road.
Take courage
as the forest for the
trees
grow up and around,
Dark arms reaching,
menacing.
Its all they are,
menacing arms
Its all they ever are.
Take courage in the night
for the moon lights
your path.
The lions, tigers and bears
are friends
For who could resist your charms.
Oh my!
Who could indeed?
And if they did.
Well what kind of friend
would they ever truly
be.
Take courage in Oz
for you walk the same land
as them.
I have seen them,
the brave ones
with head down
rushing in
challenging the
world, waiting for it
to slap them down
they ride the sharp edge of insanity
until it either finally
lifts them high
or cuts so deep
to the bone they
bleed out
blood coagulating
at their feet
and either die
or get sewn up,
and given a bottle
of red in transfusion
from another
who says
go ahead take mine
I don’t need it
I’ve got plenty
yet they do need it.
But the world
is better for it
in the end.
The brave ones.
with
head down
riding the sharp edge of insanity.
And
so I begin
my ride.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
Nothing would tell me more
about you
than a kiss.
For it would lead my psyche
into yours
on multiple levels
and roads
of desire yet to be explored.
I would know the Intent
of you
The passions wanting to
unfurl and
envelope me in them
I would feel the tensions
dissolve within you
as you grasp at my
nature
as I grasp at yours
My lips upon you,
my hands
gently holding
your cheeks as
you smile at the discovery
of a connection
long sought
long fought
in your soul
All this would be found
in a kiss
Yet, here I am
far across the room
for that
never to
be discovered.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
People either embrace the feels
or they fight against it.
Neither is wrong, and neither is
right.
It’s all just timing and circumstance.
Want or Need. Fight or Flight.
There is a glitch in us, for or
against, for whatever reason
we deem important in that slice
of time that it demands it of us.
We move mountains to attain it
or disengage from even the remoteness
of it happening in a flicker of an eyelash.
Fear and anxiety wells up within us
or an earnestness and compulsion
pulls us like a loadstone to the beautiful source
I have seen it in others…I have felt it from others
I have felt it in me.
You can do nothing to fight it.
Simple avoid or engage.
Yet, you need the feels in either aspect, in
the positive or the negative
in order to engage in life,
to be functional
You need that connection to the what-if
of the word or the now of it.
That connection no matter how
tenuous or deep meaning.
You choose your poison in the
dosage you yourself dole out.
I will choose my own and perhaps
we will in a future time
where both
our wills coincide.
Finally meet.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
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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
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