#beckoning
What does it mean to be a person?
Normal and unforgiving,
standing by a faulty saying,
looking for reprieve.
Can the television glow
on its own,
or only when you turn it on?
Must it be given prompting,
must I be given prompting
to find the truth behind it all?
Sometimes the power switch is off
but the electrical appliances still run.
Is that a sign of brokenness?
Is that a sign?
What does it mean
to be normal?
What does it mean
to be abiding?
What does it mean
to conform
to the likings of society?
What does it mean to act
and
look the same as everyone else?
What does it mean to act
and
look like yourself?
If the mirror is so cursed,
if the windows are all curtained,
if the light is an all-consuming void
then why do they feel
beckoned towards it?
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
The waves wrestle together each night
Salt stings my nose as the frost nips at my fingers and toes
I watch the dock sway and turn
My breath twists around my face like a cigarette I once smoked
This nightly hour howls for my attention
With swimming eyes,
I board the boat
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
Calls me the lady,
Into her elegant spring,
She is so pretty.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:53 AM UTC
Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
it flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
and signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors, like the
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
Beneath a foggy down of today,
I see my tomorrow!
Beckoning like a beacon,
Let this Vista
That I see bring me world
When creative minds
Wins crown of humor
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
i believe breathing in an air of love
would be the same as gasping in the
beckoning sweetness of a crimson rose on a
fresh summers day
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
Annual pilgrimage begins
thousands flocking to our doors
braving elements of chance
what does new year have in store?
As they enter our domains
obedient to adverts’ beckoning
is there hope for addled brains
as they face their day of reckoning?
© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
For you, my love
be down in my knees
and long for your touch
and long for your kiss
But then, my love
your eyes won't lie
I am not the only guy
to hear your screams die
My love, who is he,
the one you fantasize
will he be more than me
and have done the same sacrifice?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch
Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall pines
in forests laced by glinting streams
and thick with tangled vines.
And though she reached
for me in her sleep,
the touch I felt was Time's.
This is an early poem, written during my youthful Romantic period. I believe I wrote the original poem around age 18, then revised it six years later. Keywords/Tags: Love, freedom, beckoning, lure, allurement, time, wind, pines, streams, vines, hair, mane, locks, travel, departure, parting, separation, loss
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
And then my heart stopped short
As the rest of me rushed to keep up
And your face held placidly in the moonlight
You’re so very dark with your eyelashes and hair
I could steal it all away for myself
As my tears slowly crystallize
Your skin glows faintly
In the begging starlight
Calling me, beckoning me
For just one touch
Oh, how I would have you
If it could have been the other way
I could hold you in my arms
As I cherish your warmth
Oh, if only you knew how I love you
I wish it could be the other way
I wish you knew how I would hold you
And how I long for you day after day.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
I have always been beckoning
In the streets and classrooms,
In the schools and coachings,
In the soccer goals and chess games.
I have always been searching,
In the lonely evenings and nights,
In the sunny days and afternoons,
In the packed markets and parties.
I have always been so very patient,
In the empty Sundays and holidays,
In the private moments and hours,
In the public places and datings.
But true love was nowhere,
I searched the whole world,
Then I finally had it accepted,
That true love was only twice.
First was when I was born,
To my mother and father,
Second was the rebirth,
In an ICU's rebreather.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Of dusty dreams and forgotten wishes,
falling from the heavens
I fell for you, as star’s do.
My shimmer dazzled
and amazed,
as my tail grazed the sky,
I leave wonder in your eyes.
*
© By Amanda Shelton
*
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Its times like now, Alone in the shade
All couth is feasting on my frowning and dismay
As I sit by my lonesome crowded mid-West
A heartbeat a smile a gentle caress,
Intangibles of acceptance of ease of rest
Longing for embrace I chase with the best
My heart is throbbing sometimes in sometimes out
You are fixed in site in distance in memory and distress
The surging of mood can cause me much bout
Knowing you are here though I’m thinking quite less
In the presence of resonance I vibrate in tune
My trunk is still leaning, she tutors my topiary
In lusting and thrusting she’s willing my harpoon
Limbs cast shadows over new found leaves of liberty
Soft bodies do justice and let evil eyes swoon
In the abyss of darkness she carries a light
I’m but a moth dismissing the night
For giving myself, for breathing another sight
Foreshadows of chaos only make sacred my plight
When I rise with haste and scurry away
My maiden is waiting and waiting to replay
The tune once heard before the nightingales’ call
Before the mocking birds reminded me from which heights I did fall
Proximity and temptation so conveniently placed
Would not I have been more True, more Loyal about-face
Let me wither in silence with the tapping of Ravens
If only Poe told me true meaning of dear Eleanor
Every breeze that blew by would not seem safe havens
I would have you by my side to ground me Evermore
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
Observing the outside world from a forbidden screen
Listening to the wind tauntingly, calling upon me
Come and dance with I
It would plead
Beckoning me to join the dancing leaves
Leaving my shadows behind the trees
-EC
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
The breath from her lips my enchanting vice.
She calls with silent motive in fluid flight, My name
I hear my name on the crest of her *****
In the break of the wave I'm an Argonauts Knight
Beckoning to my Siren.
My Heart races in the ocean foam
My blood marches to your pheromones
She's the promise, a prism of Masters eye
Mystique proscenium.
Her smile floods my thirsty soul
Jealous as the west wind embraces
Truth is you're more than mortality speaks of
You bathe in the full moon of my mind
Where visions echo dreams
That make me race to you at night
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC