#awestruck
Your eyes hang low in moonlight,
Low enough for it to glow,
Emotions in a row,
It flows as a river,
Slow and slow.
When our eyes meet,
I picture this scrennery,
Trees dressed with humility,
Pink flowers with purple dressing,
Its your soul here we are addressing.
Such an adventure i see in your eyes,
So how can i not realise,
that this mystery is mine.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
your hair is drenched in vinegar,
ever aloft in skies of amber,
In soothing way it echoes with wind,
Your eyes as pearls hidden in the trenches,
Those so called trenches are your eyelids,
ripples caused upon it yet when
You open your eyes,
your eyes strike wonder to world
as dull sea kisses shore,
You are evermore,
My reason of wellness and good health,
My peace and solace is you,
your eyes keeps finding me vulnerable moments so,
You stare at me in pity,
in awe,
in desire to hear
Such like you stare into gallery of art yet i must confess that such
beauty lingering towards me is a gift i can't digest.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC
Walk around palms up like "what the fuuck?"
Low-quality literature John Travolta, dumbstruck
Lingering havoc of being awestruck by dumb luck
Stuck in the rut felt in the pit of a stomach
Nut up or shut up mukbang, self demise potluck
Lame-duck after lame-duck left to run amuck
Anyone else know what the fuuck?
©2023
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
i find it hard to comprehend the brightness of your light in my darkness. i find it hard to see that i could do the same. my spirit lifts to hear your voice, my head gets dizzy to hear your name. your laughter envelops me, your kindness an avalanche of mixed feelings and emotions. i don't believe this is real. i stumbled down, into the ocean, fighting for my breath, you came and saved me, without question, without taking rest. that sounds big, because it is, you know not what you've done. until i wake up, ill just be thankful, of all the people you could have tried to save, i somehow was the one.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
Your rose petal lips kiss breezes softly by.
Along your cheeks,
Glassy rivers smoothly glide.
Two bright suns peek out from beneath moonlit sky,
Overlapped with rich darkness,
Beautiful and shy.
From a mountain of the gentlest curve,
A gust of wind comes down,
Scattering your rose petals all around.
Containing all of these wonders,
A valley.
Two crests so very distant,
Come slowly together, down.
Between these crests,
The mountain, the rivers, the roses, breeze, moonlit sky, and suns,
All lie,
And hence is where your beauty can always be found.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
You drew me in, in that special way you do
Pulled into your space without resistance
A deer in headlights in total awe of you
Frozen and nervous, between us there is zero distance
Crashed into each other slowly like waves in the ocean
Beautiful and harsh, full of passion
Water to sand, meshing together in slow motion
Fierce with lust, and an undeniable connection
The sweet taste of your lips on mine
Makes butterflies swarm my whole body
Hidden nerves, corner kisses, crossing the line
We don’t mind, and it’s fun being naughty
So to you I raise my glass
Cheers for bringing me intoxication
A toast for every slap of my ***
A smile, for every bit of our infatuation
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
I stand in awe.
In awestruck-awe.
I see no flaws.
Even with my faith I see no flaws.
overwhelmed.
Crazy, mad, impossible, some would have said if they knew just a bite-size of your grace oh God.
How I stand in the middle of your radar.
As the waves and frequencies of your grace surrounds me.
The only fear I would have is that it would be too overwhelming for me to take in.
When the devil says you don't love me.
Remind me to see the horizon.
An endless, endless, endless, stretch of grace.
As my sin increased, your grace increased...all the more.
Because it's endless I would not be able to wrap my head around it and make sense of it.
Only to make sense, something that is so profound, and absolutely indescribable. Even the word 'indescribable' alone won't fit it.
Let alone your grace, how about your love. Your mercy. Your power. Your majesty.
Endless.
Endless catalogs and memoirs of what you have done for me.
Never a remembrance because they aren't dead. No.
When anxiety comes, God, remind me of your word. Your promises.
Ocean of grace.
Not yet, have I seen your face.
I wait till that day, just push me at your own pace, and carry me closer and closer to your face, as I slowly fade....
away.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
I've had poems written about me
I guess it's the payoff for writing devoutly
I don't want to be cloutly
But I accept that it's there
I never knew I'd entertain a thought
Leaving anyone awestruck and distraught
What a magic the good lord brought
Upon a fellow like me.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Moonflower petals secreted nectar
the lovely sublimity of blossoming flower
Tall, thin~stemmed , pastel flesh~
bud to open
only after nightfall
An elicit echo
the way moonlight reflects
on warm raindrop
impearled *******
Her moist curvaceous silhouette
night~blooming lilt
with summer breeze
dulcet sway
Window open ,
sultry , and raining in
single delicate petal cast off
like a party dress fallen
in a beautiful mess
upon the rain puddled
wooden floor
Entrancing shadow cast
a pleasing taste
the flower’s exotic fruit
Satiate the hidden hunger
mirrored within
all – devouring
deep brown eyes
Writhed in the beautiful
passion throes
the naked sweetness
of the wanton agony exposed
✩ ✩☺ ✩ ✩
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Having laid my eyes to witness beauty, true of form, shown before me.
How it's haunting was thought of in my mind, appearing in randomness, silent of times.
My thoughts are with more frequency, closer, near touching of skin and core.
Sensing in intensity throughout, triggered at any given moment any within.
My heart races in waiting, my mind filled, consumed of it's power.
It's becoming intertwined, joining, buckling me down to knees.
It speaks in my thoughts, am powerless to her drawing upon the heart and soul.
Wrapping me into submission, am giving in willfully, no sense to be made.
I am in daily prayer to understand, seeking knowledge of how it affects, to why I see!
I am to bare, no longer to resist, fully taken and under it's spell. A haunting it is no more, part of me always, seeded within.
A possession by it's will, by which there shall be no cleanse.
My soul has, and forever visited by her beauty.
Till the hereafter and beyond, I am marked by who she is.
Copyright © Jose Gonzalez2016
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Oh, the stars that are alight in the vast darkness we call sky,
So beautiful, but so far away,
So large, but only a twinkle to our miniscule eyes,
How is it with all our knowledge and ambition,
All our strides to seek the unknown,
That we can only yet dream of touching a star?
We are but children, attempting to see the universe, through the keyhole of a door.
So I keep to my dreams that I may fly on a shooting star.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
i.
At the fore of the gateway
Precious stone's exhibited;
Her beauty and grace.
ii.
A crystal shined gold
Floweth from her soul;
Mine soulmate of heaven's place.
iii.
From her feet
To her waist;
A wine of jasper grape's.
iv.
Inside her ambience rested
Sapphire, chalcedony
Emerald, sardonyx
Sardius, chrysolite
Beryl, topaz,
Chrysoprasus,
Jacinth,
Amethyst.
v.
I was awestruck
God gaveth me unadulterated holiness;
I am verily hooked
To mine queen, mine Jane, mine happiness.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC