#lush
NATURE OF HEART
Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic
Oneness
quantum wave
particled
allows Heart to heave
Heal with white light
eagles
on Tibetan height nights
continuously crafted
through storm eyes
looping solace
sighs
whorling whispering
Rain tears feed
its sizzling stamens
pistillate androgyny
crying
crumbling
simultaneously graniting
granting access
piously
Soft supple sublime
in rhythmic dance
twirls across seaspun song
sealed
bends baritone bones
gliding through skulls
of ancestral
sacrament
Heart curiously examines
coral swimming coloured
through sockets
smiling
Silent sacred still
holds no longings or
exalted expectations
observes
its own arising gyrations
destructions
cannot label
nor muse
or impress empress
governors or lover
fathoms no fools
Only presents
primal
lingering longings
for its own beatings
irrepressible expressions
lavic lush luminosic
explosions of expirations
split open
exposing slivered voluptuous
vulnerability
breathing
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
lush.
one of those words,
whose sounds conjures
but does not onomatopoeia
like chirp or oink.
the irony is rich for me,
in the sunroom, with others,
no one speaking
and it is a harmonious sound,
the quietude,
indoors, outdoors,
is a good thick, rich and plush,
invisible & unbearable, but
like soft, spreadable butter,
…the quietude is the
hush and hug of lush…
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
Dusk falls as I lay in your arms, I return to life for your glimpse of warmth upon my form, I listen to your lush voice coming as the waterfall of sound from your lips to my ears, I could not have telled when you arrived from the dark as the cologne of a long lost friend with the scent of celestial tenderness, I invite you to never let me go, for I still carry you as the halycon of my heart.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
Velvet sunlight in my palm,
a golden globe, blushing
with the scent of summer.
One bite,
nectar floods, like monsoon rain,
dripping down my chin,
hot, sweet, unstoppable.
It tastes like July.
Like heatwaves resting on your tongue,
like skin kissed by dusk.
Flesh so tender it trembles,
ripe and reckless,
honey tangled in citrus silk
and firelight.
The juice,
a soft explosion,
a sunbeam melting into flesh,
a kiss that lingers.
I lick my fingers
like a prayer,
grateful,
greedy,
laughing.
It’s not food.
It’s a spell,
a secret,
a world inside a fruit.
I close my eyes
and the taste stays,
warm, wild, alive.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
_Step in—_
my mind is an ocean
__not blue—__but a bleeding __iridescence__
of _molten violets_, rusted golds,
and bruised, unraveling ceruleans—
a palette spilled by a god having a dream.
You’ll see thoughts float here
like __jellyfish lanterns,__
soft, slow—laced in venom or velvet—
depending on how you look.
The sky never ends in here.
It folds like __cracked parchment,__
stretched over the aching arch
of my imagination’s bones.
There are trees made of __bone-white whispers__
and flowers with _petals like flame-licked lace._
They bloom to the rhythm
of my __pulse when I’m panicking,__
and wilt under the weight
_of a silence I can’t swallow._
There’s a path—
etched in the _ink of dreams I didn’t chase—_
it winds through forests of
__regret-shaped branches__
that scratch and __caress all at once.__
If you look to the left—
you’ll see a lake
_made of every word I’ve never said._
It shimmers,
but only under the moon
of someone else’s approval.
Birds here don’t fly,
they unravel.
Each feather a __fractured metaphor,__
each call a __dirge sewn with sunlight.__
I hide in corners lit by memory—
__a field of crooked constellations,__
each one a version of me
you’ll never meet,
but will __almost__ understand.
If you stay too long,
_you’ll forget your name,_
start to speak in echoes,
__and dream in static.__
But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe that’s the way
to really see me.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
I listen to your song everyday
Somedays the lyrics are lush
Some they are few
But your music always
Touches
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 9:54 AM UTC
Kisses don't last forever,
lipstick scars on my collared shirt;
sweet perfumes sinking into my neck.
Searching for a rush,
there's a rush out there looking for me.
Let me play my tongue on you;
just like I love to play with my words.
Lust of rush; my eye on a crush,
She's a crushing feeling; as when my cheek
bones hurt every time I blush. Plush; so richly
filled and lush. Could I love you as a must;
But a piece of you is far too much.
Do you...
Indulge in all of those senses;
As my sense of appeal is to be the one who
stole your heart. I'm much made of steel;
heavy weighed inside of my pants.
But why be quick in our advances; let's have
a little romance. Pick out our cards at every chance.
I'll play your King, with just few plays with my hands.
A squeeze; you feel the weakness on your knees,
each time I wrap around your neck.
And proceed into those long kisses that steal your
breath. Bite you down like an enemy; be tender
to all of those marks like a friend.
But I'd soon forget, of which of us gets naked
first; before pulling the covers of the bed.
I'm sitting on the edge; grinning at a striptease
doing in my head.
I can't pretend, that my skins aren't hair raising;
lips craving, body shaking, and I'm embracing
the embrace of me driving my destination inside
of your place.
But these are the thoughts on the road:
of what's about to come.
I'm still on the way.
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC
Rejection, it is painful!
I lauch myself at the idea of hope,
I throw myself into the notion of happiness,
I jump head first into something that could be,
Each and every time all I recieve is REJECTION
The steady reminder that I am not wanted,
The sharp feeling of not being choosen,
The constant pain of being unworthy,
Unworthy of being loved, of being the person that is picked
Being someone that is seen as being desirable, wanting to jump head first with me into something that could be,
But rejection, the reminder that what could be is indeed nothing more than a mere fleeting feeling.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
the lushness of the land
the ruggedness of the rocks
pictures can capture everyone's view of perfection.
but have you sat on a cheap beach chair,
with sand in your toes and curly hair,
across your sunburned face?
subtly smiling at the distant crash of waves,
or listening to the live music
that sounds like the band "summer salt?"
lava lava beach club
with cats wandering around the island
just as your heart wanders around the lovely memories
that you count one by one
to taste their delicious ideas
and finally, finally
feel.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree;
Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body;
A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile;
Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch
Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless
But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive.
Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long,
Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it
Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long
For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves;
Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you,
with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines.
My love is round and plump at four and forty
Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
****** is Meat’;
The Victorious Say
as the Spoilings of War
are tilled over in a Latrine
Gore-Flowers shall overthrow
and the next Eden Project is fed :
a Beacon for The Lovers to uncover
....and disregard
ungratfully fertile
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Organic matter dissipates to ash
saliva shrubs sacred branches softly sear
before they collectively crash
Dense haze escapes into the atmosphere
Smog blankets the saturated earth below
Macro level clearing ritual
Extinguish dismal flow
Desire to rid, but crude tendency is habitual
swoosh
Create space in the cloud banks
Burn that which must disintegrate
Rise & fall, cycles continue, give thanks
Awe invoking beauty, to make the eyes dilate
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 50
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Wisely allow my gentle soul to flow,
Like a flowy river in the lush forest,
Peacefully allow to flow until;
It fulfils his divine destiny!
It may flow gently through,
Several terrible curves or It may;
Subtly shift several desired directions.
Some day roughs, sometime smooth,
Peacefully allow him to flow until;
It fulfils his divine destiny!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
Half drowned in those wine dark eyes
drunk off those fermented words
that trickle off those lush rose lips
Calypso or Scylla, I know not
it doesn't even matter
as long as I am with you
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Lush is the quietude
of the late Saturday afternoon,
rich are the silencing sounds,
as variegated as the shades of greens
of a man-seeded, nature-patchworked lawn
rays reveal some bright,
some yellowed spots,
all a potent color palette
resting worry wearied eyes,
untroubled by the gentle fading light's illumination,
that soon will disappear and seal officially,
another week gone by
the lawn,
acting as an ceiling acoustic tile,
absorbing and reflecting
the varied din of disharmonious
natural sounds orchestrated,
an ever present reminder
that true quiet
is not the absence of noise
I hear
the chill in the air,
insects debating vociferously
their Saturday evening plans,
the waves broom-swishing beach debris,
pretending to be young parents
putting away the children's toys for the eve
the birds speak in Babel multitudes of tongues,
chirps, whistles, clicks and clacks,
then going strangely silent as if all were
praying collectively the afternoon sabbath service,
with an intensity of the silent devotion
this moment, i cannot
well enough communicate,
this trump of light absolutes,
and animal maybes,
that are visually and aurally
presented in a living surround sound screen,
Dolby, of course,
all a plot of
ease and gentility,
in toto,
sweet serenity
here to cease,
no more tinkering,
leave well enough,
plenty well enough
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
*consciously, willfully, I wish it
quietly the Sunday, the sun day, drifts toward,
in its natural game, set, overmatched,
the foregone conclusion, nightfall diminishment
the water songfully swishes,
as the tide departs for places unknown, this then, now
the only natural authorized aural apparition,
the power boats renounce their normal noisy conditioning,
honoring their silenced, under-sail brethren,
as well as admitting their noises disfigure
the fast approaching majesty of the end of
our summer seasoning of humanity
consciously, willfully, I wish it
once again, lush is the quietude,^
now given up, surrendered and surceased to wonder,
how come I to write of these moments so oft,
thenever-ending quest to re-inscribe it on my sensibilities,
in vainglorious hopes that this stamping will last, be the last,
see me through the turgid frigidity of my Lucifer life,
come the fall, the winter, the early dark,
the daylight's brevity, the hurricane season of the mind,
that...need I say more?
consciously, willfully, I wish it
the particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand,
shall stay in place, be the capstone of my summer living vision,
become permanent part and parcel
of the sclera, the white of my eyes, and when
I will write, soon enough,
my vision white weeping clouded,
you will weep knowingly, sympathetically
consciously, willfully,
I wish for that as well*
8/27/17
6:35pm
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Lush tree sways in wind,
Sun ☀️ sends cryptograms through it;
I am in their plot!
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
She enchanted me with a single kiss.
Never to untangle me, as such, leaving
me alone, in rendering soft moments,
self-producing romance. Yearnings given
when reading poetry and conscious of
hearing the world’s noises as love songs.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
I shred the beets.
Heads of red flicks in the bowl
parged of white now rosé, blushes.
To say the word properly is to nestle the
tongue in the church of the mouth the nave
of clucks tucked under the roof of the palate to
squeeze conjoined shushes and birch noises.
To steam to steep
with the lazy roil of the soup.
Do you recall the crunch of the snow outside our dacha?
The days where ice coated crusts cut
galoshes
sloshed.
The tureen beckons with its fractures.
To predict the future merely gaze into the soup.
How is this to see
a winter of bread and shavings
of fibers sewn rough
of tough, tough coughs that spray rose
petals in the dawn?
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
a long break
what it may seem
maybe i might go to the lake
or plan a surprise scheme
sweet sunlight rays
'76 cars blasting from the radio speaker
rhythmic glowing days
this summer sure is a keeper
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
fractured limbs/fragile lugs/soft-skinned dreams/sweet slow dances
loving you is like spilling gold out of my veins, like rose hips soft and shivering under warm fingertips. being yours is you being mine, but always reaching for you to be more.
in my stomach are glistening oceans, and my swallowed pride the size of vicodin pills. a small town girl's high on love and laying in her bed.
lilting laughter/lovely lights/revival of language & direction/return of lucid daydreams
you are my first thought when i wake, and my last when i fall asleep. i'm so very in love with you. the more days i spend being your girl, the more i want to be with you.
i always want to be where you are. my head on your shoulder, you rest your head on top of mine. we're holding hands, and it's like we fold into each other like russian dolls.
comfortable skin/crushed sapphire/lovers blessed/lush bones
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
You're light and bubbly, intoxicating.
I drink you in,
and it goes straight to my head.
Inhaling your breath
I'm higher than
the mountains I would climb to
get my fix of you.
Your side of the bed hasn't even cooled
and I need more of you,
just one more kiss,
one more minute.
Just. One. More.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC