Category Archives: Poetry Work

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

Bloody Party – A Poem


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Your metallic sweet taste

drips from my mouth,

down your neck,

between your breasts,

and over your hips

to pool around

naked feet.

 

My bite, an aphrodisiac,

as you moan in my embrace

while my teeth sink deep

into veins drawing

life into my own.

 

Your river of red flows, it travels

pulsates, it beats, a rhythm

keeping time to a force where

I now control its course.

 

Slower, fainter, weaker.

 

You gasp in ecstasy at your

perfect  death.

 

I lay you aside,

and move on to the next,

after all this is my party

and I must attend to all

my guests.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

This poem was originally published in the online magazine called The Carnage Conservatory in 2012.

Just in Form – A Poem


Just in FormLines

My eyes linger a little too long,

as they dilate to drink her in.

Would I cut them out,

I would still remember her perfectly,

every line, every curve, every niche,

the photons press against her flesh

to bounce off to land upon my own.

But I am not her demon,

I am not her love,

I am nothing.

I will be forgotten

once my tribute passes from me

to her.

Why do I care then if my presence makes

an impression?

Why do I care that I see a false front behind

a hope that is slowly slipping away.

Perhaps I care too much

about everyone.

Even her,

who didn’t ask me to,

to see her sad eyes,

where a smile truly never

crept in.

The sensitive child of desolation

lends me my third eye

into her soul.

I need to learn to ignore it

for it never does anyone

any good.

More damages to be had

If my heart should linger

So I will only think of her in form,

as lines, and curves in space, to admire

and to put the order of

the world in its rightful place.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

The Fool – A Poem and aren’t we all at one time or another.


 

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The Fool

I left my only picture
of you back on the moon.

I guess I’m screwed at ever
thinking I’ll be getting back
there anytime soon.

I could ask you for another,
but your narcoleptic and
you always fall asleep at
the exact moment my
lips form the question,

as if you’re a priest who
doesn’t wish to hear my
confession.

So sorry Mr. Man in Black
with that trace of white at
the neck that always looks just
a little too tight.

My truths are real.
My passions are true,
And my love, ah… well my love
turned me into fortune’s fool
for you.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

My Nature – A poem (but not really my nature…really)


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My Nature

Like a cosmic sandwich in my hand

I folded space and time

and slipped through to you,

To when you were younger,

innocent, happier, and  ignorant

of your fate cascading towards

you like a deadly comet careening through

a vacuum straight for your heart.

I knew the path you would take around the sun,

a planet on a collision course

that never had a chance to live but

you were so beautiful as you hung there

in the sky…a celestial angel.

Barely out of its primordial soup

from a single celled organism you

were flung to extinction as my

foot first felt the earth.

I am a black hole you see,

for I let nothing escape

when it reaches my event

horizon.

I consume, I devour…

as I did you under that

ancient fall night sky…an eon ago,

with the bright eyes of  a thousand

stars as my witness to

your cataclysmic destructive end.

It is my nature, my make-up and you were

the unlucky one to have

crossed my path.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

The Get- Up – a poem…….Happy Valentines Day My Dear….:)


stiletto 5The Get-Up

Fired golden curls cascade,
as your blue eyes smolder,
pink flushed cheeks slyly smile
at me with cherry wine lips.

White silk fitted blouse
scoop breasts like two
full dollops of vanilla ice cream
set in sweet candy cones of
pale lace beneath.

Tight black skirt wraps
around gartered hips
nestled against a lace thong
that parts the way.

Straps pinched tight to
thigh highs which hang close
against skin that has seen many
a sin.

Legs so defined as to entice a man’s
mind from afar and a women’s
eyes to fill with envy disguised.

Diamond studded black stilettos
command my attention as you
walk casually towards me
in the sexual space that
you create.

I am helplessly
yours.

By Philip Wardlow 2013

Mr. Pancake – A Poem an Ode to People who annoy the hello out of you


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Mr. Pancake

You are a walking pancake in my way!

A brainless angry flapjack in my otherwise

glorious day.

My eyes roll up,

as you talk your stupid pancake talk.

Stop!

…Talking!

Mr.Pancake…Just stop!

I know you think you have something

important to say.

But I don’t live inside your thin

bulbous blueberry head.

Sooooo…

Go…

Away…

and I will put my fork down.

by Philip Wardlow

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter – A Poem (inspired by a novel of the same name)


Sleeping Beauty

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

I am but a dark silhouette back-lit

by your imaginings of what I must be.

My frame of reference is not yours,

nor is your own mine to see.

I cannot hope to know the true depth

of the strangeness that lurks behind those eyes;

the sadness, the desperation, and the longing

cannot be accurately defined as simply measured

by a ruler or thrown upon a scale like a piece

of meat.

Think me misguided, corrupt, or lost?

Think me a friend, lover, or a hero?

You would be wrong on all accounts.

I am simply a solitary soul cast adrift,

striving to find a good home to lift

me up from this cold stone floor and prop

me up next to a nice warm fire and hold

me tight.

by Philip Wardlow 2013

Stuck in the In-Between – A Poem


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Stuck in the In-Between

 

 You are trapped in the

world of what-not, what-ifs,

and wannabes.

 

Top at the time may be the bottom

tomorrow, a smile a slap in the face.

 

Your core is courageous, wrapped in a

layer of boundless denial not looked

at too closely.

 

The hot sun beats down as the rain

falls in a deluge to sink deep and cold

into your bones.

 

Reason cannot be reasoned with on a

night when the day won’t go away.

 

A borderlander without a home, a foot in

the door to life, dusk and dawn

juxtaposed.

 

But still you fight, you push and rail

against the unseen that seeks to hold

you in this dark realm of broken dreams.

 

Soon…Soon… you say they will see,

as you continue to climb, run, and claw

your way out of the in-between.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2013

WORDS – My Poetic Definitions for Certain Words in the English Language


Words

A while back I  made a list of  certain words that had meant something to me personally  throughout my life.  With this list of words I decided to apply my own definition to them in a  poetic sense to really convey what the word means to me in a more concrete but at times abstract way.

These new definitions  would not be what you would  normally find, say  when you are  flipping through a reference book such as Webster’s English Dictionary or some such book of extensive boring knowledge that you have to begun learning  from the very start of Kindergarten all the way to college.

Of course it doesn’t end there, one day when your the Father of energy zapping kids and your relaxing back in bed with a hefty  book in your hands  you may have to keep one of those stupid dictionaries next to you on the nightstand at  your bedside because some pompous arrogrant ass of  an author had to  pick a word no normal person (or abnormal)  would ever use in their own mind let alone in casual conversation.  At times I revel in the English language and at other times I hate it simply because I believe words shouldn’t get in the way of what you are trying to convey to the reader, especially on a contstant basis as some writers like to do.

So here is brief list of the not-so definitions of words:

1.  Apathy –  A smile in your direction which never quite reaches the eyes with a sharp snap of the head away.

2. Dreams – Dim images of lost desire, a quest for innerpeace that travels on a slow runaway train

3. Friends – Pillars with which to hold onto in a raging storm where some are stronger than others.

4. Enemies – The unseen predator which lurks along the edge of life waiting to pounce.

5. Life – An endless array of patchwork on the soles of feet worn down and dirty.

6. Time – A number measured by emotions and circumstances of the day.

7. Envy  – A spark which turns into a flame soon to engulf the entire forest.

8. Justice – A rock thrown back at an unseen hand whose only intent was grief.

9. Poems – A collection of organized to disorganized words which have no meaning unless you say they do.

10. Woman – A mystery behind  a locked door where a thief must apply all his talents to get through.

***I am a word/idea collector so do YOU have any definitions for ME.  I would love to hear them….:)***

Aspects of Her – A Poem


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Aspects of Her

A sunshine smile

dipped in a psychedelic rainbow

of colors that don’t exist

in the spectrum  that

physics would allow.

 

Slide your hands down your hips,

feel the silk threads float over

your soft cashmere skin;

you always liked  touching yourself

more than me.

 

 Eyes look away when I speak to them.

I can’t quite catch their color; evasive

as a fish in a warm running stream.

 

Sad, reflective, in denial of your

desperation as you try and fit into

a dress that’s just a little too tight.

 

You are a free spirit that confines

herself behind a waterfall of wishes

that will never see fruition.

 

This is you, all the aspects, all the incarnations,

All the pages yet to be written, all the pages

torn out and tear stained and written over again

then forgotten..

 

This is you and I have known

them all.

By Philip Wardlow 2013