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My Poetry Sanctuary...

© 2013 blue angel

 

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blue angel's erotic adventure in high-art

poetry (adult)

 

Discussing poetry and how it influences our world is an interest of mine. Poetry is the fuel that pushes my artistic passion to  deeper levels.

 

Poetry Topics:

Prose Poetry

Steampunk Poetry

Dark Romance

Metered vs Freeform

Experimental forms

 

Poem of the Month:

Figure of Aeolus by Kevin Craft

 

 
Poets: resources

Li Po

Proust

Aristotle

Anais Nin

Robert Frost

John Feddeler

Erasmus Ravn

Walt Whitman

Louis Zukofsky

E.E. Cummings

Edgar Allen Poe

Emily Dickenson

Marianne Moore

William Shakespeare

many more to come...

 

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Featured Poets:

With England's greatest living Poet, Geoffrey Hill

Featured Flash Fiction:

 

 

Phenomenon; by Magdalena ... She is an extremely gifted poetess, gracefully enchanting her listeners, and readers with eloquently, sensual poetic art.  - With much gratitude to all who listen and to Magdalena for sharing her sound and poetry with us.

Poetic Quotes:
 

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."

                            The Picture of Dorian Gray 

                                    - by  Oscar Wilde 

 
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.   
by- Anais Nin
 
"Bury me in him. I want to bloom in his soul. I want to grow in his heart, a strange child in a strange womb. Safe. Blind. Empty. Cherished. "                       - by  Ruby Decross
 
 
"A quilt of sin to wrap me in, shadows swirl against her midnight skin"                                    - by samhain
 
 

The flames of passion are dangerous for the Unnamed, for without a Name to protect you, the consummation of desire would twist your magic and mind, make you a creature wholly devoted to lust, yet never sated.                    -  by  Erasmus Ravn

 
 
 

 

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