#quiver
Your Humour splits the World
and the Universe begins to Laugh.
Your jokes flow like a Fountain
and splits Me into Half.
Your Smile makes Me Quiver,
along My nervous Spine.
It's like the Ripples of a River,
Where the high tide begins at Nine.
Your Beauty is so Beautiful,
It moves My naked Soul.
Your Kindness is so much Loving,
It sewed My broken Heart to Whole.
I was waiting for My Heartbeats,
So I could Dedicate a Poem with Words.
But Words were hard to come by,
So I stole them from the Birds.
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 9:46 AM UTC
We climb the stars
Make honey in our hearts
Mad as a jackrabbit
We leap into dark holes
Walk among winged creatures
Quiver in our skins
And swear that we can fly
Feather-light on love alone
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
O, feckless dart of immeasurable delight!
Wouldst thou direct elsewhere your flight,
And refute my rival’s gentleman claim,
That he be immune to Cupid’s aim.
His smug sobriety remains intact,
His pages blithe and matter-of-fact,
Where my poor pen is inked with woe,
And ****** to hell by quiver and bow.
O, mischievous boy do grant my request!
Whether modest maid or comely *****
His downfall ensured by one bold kiss,
Shoot low, shoot high, but do not miss.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
your hand trembles
as you try to write
they need to know
your lips quiver
as you open up
the part hidden
so meticulously
from the world
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Quivering the forked tongue
Spews venom merrily
Shyster politician
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
my hands
shake.
my heart
quivers.
i remember a time when
both my heart and hands
knew what they were meant for
a time before you came along
and they made it their job to show
the love they could hold for you
my hands
shake.
my heart
quivers.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks
and my eyes puffy like balloons
my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth
my knees weak
my heart shattered
i tell myself i shouldn't cry
that i'll be okay
but how do i know that?
how do i know that this hurt is going to stop?
what if it never stops?
is it like a toothache?
the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out?
what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth?
what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend?
who am i to know what my heart wants?
maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed
maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache
but...
what happens when the pain is finally too much?
can i die from a broken heart?
how will i prepare for another love?
how do i know that this is the one?
how do i know that he loves me?
how do i know when it's finally going to end?
how...
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
*Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write;
One fleeting thought in my mind,
Eager to become a poem on paper.
At times, I am able to calm it down,
Save the thought for later;
But often comes the moment,
When the vessel is full,
Brimming with words,
Longing to ink the paper,
And become sentences.
I can feel the quiver of my heart
As I reach for the notebook.
The grip at the pen,
More confident and firm.
That's what happens to me,
When I sit down to write.*
How about you?
Do you feel it too?
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Touch me,
like the quiver of my body
is a lyre that you must strum.
Speak to me,
like my voice is a psalm
you've never heard.
Kiss me,
like you're a desert wanderer
and my lips an oasis.
Love me,
like your heart is a wardrum
that will thunder
without
me.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
A delicate smile,
So sweet,
Could melt any woman's heart.
And send her boat,
Quivering
Blissfully cast out to sea.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
There was a void.
Then there was light.
There was his voice.
His touch which made me quiver.
His fragrance that lingered
Like the dew every morning
Like the dreams that kept coming back
Like the waves that washed away sandcastles
Like the wind which bent the daffodils on the sidewalk
Like a phone that kept ringing.
Like the letters left unanswered.
The birthdays that kept coming.
His voice rang in my head.
Like a beautiful symphony that would be the end of me if it stopped.
A thousand pictures lying on the floor
Do I even recognize us anymore?
Like seasons that come one after the next
Like the unassuming traffic i see through the window of a hotel
In an unknown town
On an unknown date
The calendar has failed me
I need to stop tasting you on my tongue
Like a pill I can't swallow
Like a high I can't get
Like a breakfast in a picturesque town, left unfinished
Like words of a foreign language I can't seem to pronounce correctly.
Every time I close my eyes, I think I forget.
And then there is a void.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
What have I done
I've done it now
Ended it all
Realised that there is no going back
From that moment forward
Injustice was done
By my hands
My hands are stained
With the blood of another
That knife
The knife that was in my possession
Through the foundations
The foundations of the human body
The body of another
Which is shivering
Shaking
Quivering
Ending
What have I done?
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Lovely mornings, evenings, nights our hearts took flight
Laughing ceased as sighs increased.
Wafts of sensual sweet smells rose.
Bodies, curved in writhing poses glowed.
Cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for
Secrets, shared in sacred sighs and wanton lies.
Arching union quivered and quaked.
I whispered then and will again
Stilettos are not made for walking,
Their soul purpose, freeing our rising desires,
Feeding rapturous tinglings of sensual ecstasy.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I quiver you shake
my body it quakes
my mind is stunted
my heart it aches
I can't be that
and I never will
along that shore
of this sea of hell
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
You're My Foundation
My Soul does not Quiver
You, You Entice Me
Your Love Will Always Deliver
It Will Not Break
It Will Not Crumble
And Shall Never Wither
Trapped By The Chains Of Your Protection
I Do Not Dream To Flee
Now I Can't Believe
It's Just You And Me
You Have Chosen Thy
I'm Honoured
I'm Flattered
But I Am The One
That's What Mattered
Or So I Thought
You Quickly Gave Up
To Save Us, I Fought
Hate: One, Love: Nought
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
HOME TORTURE
Her enchanting eyes,
Her melody voice;
Her hairs movement in the air-
And dear full swing of hand-
To make new sketch in the wind;
Her play, for catching the butterflies
Her tone in the sorrow voice;
Quiver tweets in happiness
Always new verse and call
How you are happy at all?
But that all was before us
She don’t want to go home, only rush
She was tortured by own
They want her to stay home tide
And don’t be stronger for get your right.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC