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6.2k · Feb 2020
led zeppelin
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
in the
days of
my youth.

a young lady
once asked
of me,
to be
"her valentine".

all that
meant in
reality was,
"please
be my
*** slave".

needless
to say
as a
young lad,
i was quite
encourageable.

with her,
i became
a man.
5.8k · Oct 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Oct 2019
for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet
1.8k · Oct 2019
Unspoken words
Đaviđ67 Oct 2019
Through the forest of trees from your lips

   I can read your unspoken words.

       As each leaf falls

   the view becomes much more clear.

       Words that once reverberated through the forest

   seem as lifeless as the fallen leaves at my feet.

        I await a rush of fresh air

    to stir and animate the dead silence around me.
1.4k · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
I see many portraits in my visions.
portraits of black sheep in division.

portraits of eyes so deep,
a portrait for ones soul to keep.

portraits of two hearts collided,
a portrait of a life divided.

portraits of wise men citing verse,
a portrait of sage ending in curse.

portraits of shadows with knives,
a portrait of the horned ones as they connive.

portraits of footprints imprinted in the sand,
a portrait of those footprints washed free of this land.

portraits of life and blackness of dieing,
a portrait of some innocence, then crying.

portraits of smiles not to be trusted,
a portrait of a chain all weathered and rusted.

i have many portraits my collection has grew,
a portrait of my life and a visionary portrait of you.
Đaviđ67 Mar 10
i found
two old leather journals while cleaning out my old pick-up truck
yesterday

i can't wait
to read the parchment and listen to all
of the things that my heart had once to say

my heart,
it always
listens then
speaks

i swear
at times,
like tears,

i see those
old leather
journals leak

i'd love to
dust them off
down by the
old river
today

sink into
my captain's chair
and allow
my heart
some time
to play
1.2k · Mar 2020
hidden meaning #11
Đaviđ67 Mar 2020
puddles
are not
oceans.

i prefer
to drift
in the
vastness
of an ocean,

to driving
in haste
through a
stationary
puddle.

exploration
is the
breath
of life.

exploration
only heightens
the
foreplay.
1.1k · Nov 2019
Perfect love
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
Autumn
   my love,

will you
   marry me?

We are
  hand in glove,

I'm on
   bended knee.

I am breathless
  in your
    beauty.

If I were blind,
   you would
    make me see.

Intense
   would be
the love
  we share.

Together
   forever,
a lifelong pair.
968 · Nov 2019
the roots of love
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
i say you're not you
when you wear makeup
because you spend
so much time
in that mirror
making yourself
look like a rose....

well...

when i fell in love
with you
it was with your roots
the roots that are you
not the paint you use to cover
who i fell in love with,
the one i awaken to
in those early mornings
unpainted,
just naked.

and...

your beauty goes deeper!

the superficial you
leaves me wanting your roots,
the roots i want to water forever
the you in the mirror
was not what attracted me.

the you deep inside
is all you need to be,
you're already a rose
without all of that
paint on
your face.

your roots
are breath taking

your roots have
always left me
satisfied
your roots are
an aphrodisiac
to endless
intimacy.

your roots have
always been more
than enough
for me.
948 · Mar 2020
hidden meaning #13
Đaviđ67 Mar 2020
do you
blame
the sun
for
darkness?

do you
blame
darkness
for the
absence
of
the sun?
936 · Feb 2020
hidden meaning
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean
Đaviđ67 Oct 2020
on your face
is a weapon;
a mask.

"whatcha gonna be for halloween they ask"?

"i'm going to be a democrat politician and only wear my mask where the cameras can see".

"we need to win this election so in power we can indulge from now in perpetuity".

"once we win our masks we'll shed".

"unashamed we'll dance on the graves of dead"

"we are merely lustful heathens of power and might".

but:
just take note that the other side will rise up with their 2nd amendment rights -
you'd be wise to be ready for a fight.

your mask is not bullet proof;
you'd also be wise to remember that..

...goodnight.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
I just write.
I wanted to write about these "masks" that serve some purpose but, I feel that the most important weapon against this Chinese virus is hand sanitizing and not touching your face.
And the mask is nothing more than a political weapon that shoots nothing but blanks for Democrats.
I am sure that there are so many out there that can relate to this poem and some that it will just trigger.
So, I wrote it and shared it.
🤙

And just know, I am in that group of people that have heart trouble, so if I get the Chinese virus, I am done.

Wash your hands folks!!
904 · Feb 2020
forever
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
the pictures
of her
may have been
still photos
but,
they always
moved me
emotionally.
902 · Jan 2020
neodymium magnets
Đaviđ67 Jan 2020
as you
   brush by me,

we attract-

   pull to one
another
   like magnets.

our gravitational
   pull
has me
     rigid
as we....

  

unintentionally/ intentionally
   orbit
one another.

  and like
neodymium
  magnets,

once joined
  together,

it will
  take
heaven....
    to pull
us
    apart.
871 · Apr 2020
sweet - raw death
Đaviđ67 Apr 2020
-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter
802 · Feb 5
goodbye
Đaviđ67 Feb 5
i just
stood there
with hands
on my hips

i then folded
my arms across
my chest

i watched her
as she slowly
walked away
from me

heart broken,
in a silent
scream
i exclaimed;

forgive me
if i gawk,
if i stare?

i then
reached up
and slowly
wiped the words:
"I'm yours"
from
my forehead
787 · Dec 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Dec 2019
i mean,

  let's be frank
here.

you haven't
   sipped
from me
  in a lifetime.

nor have
  i wanted
or wasted
   my moments
drinking
    in you!

i know
   what we are
and what
   we should do
but....

  just put
more makeup
   on that pig...

but eventually,

  you too
will realize that
  no amount
of makeup
  can pretty
what is ugly.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'
781 · Feb 24
💕serenity💕
Đaviđ67 Feb 24
which
is
stronger?

the
heart
or
the
mind?

we
are
better
served
if
we
love
with
both.
728 · Feb 2020
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
"valentines"
are crushed
candy hearts
that read;
'not my valentine'.
706 · Nov 2019
unspilled
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
i
wish
that
i
could
tell
you,

like
soured
milk,
so long
overdue.

like
birds
that
fly
south
before
the
snow,

i wish
it
had
flown
from
my lips,
long
long
ago.

like
a
rose
in
full
bloom
and
the
bee
that
buzzes
above,

i'll
have
to
fly
away
in
peace,
just
as
a
graceful
dove.

some
things
can
never
be
spoken,
some
things
can
just
never
be,

some
thoughts
get
treated
as a
lifetime
prisoner,
...

never
to
be
freed.
624 · Oct 2019
A poet's heart
Đaviđ67 Oct 2019
I tossed our pictures into the fire....

the symbolism of it all,
almost knocked me from my feet.
608 · Nov 2019
donor✅
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
a
  poet's words
are their
    organs

   that

they
    donate
to

    the world
599 · Feb 22
Just for me
Đaviđ67 Feb 22
You are
a love poem
that I will
keep -
just
for me
584 · Nov 2019
Seductive replay
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
Yes, I dreamt
   of her
     once.

And that once,
   just wasn't
       enough.
577 · Feb 2020
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
Curtains open,
I allow everything in the world to see inside

Barefoot on the beach
I allow the world upon my feet with every tide

Half past midnight
I allow the moonlight to caress my skin

Once dawn arrives I marvel at the sunrise with a grin

I've slept on many a clouds in my dreams

With the sun as my blanket warming me with every one of its beams

I love the smell of fallen leaves all piled up

Coffee beans and their aroma that fill my cup

The crackle of the fireplace as the snow gently falls upon my face

I love that I have learned that life is not a race

I live it now
I live it at my pace

I have to go now
I have a relationship with my oft' muses that I want to continue to grow

Albeit, slow
556 · Mar 14
lying in silence
Đaviđ67 Mar 14
the tick

the tock

take that
sound
seriously

that's the
sound of
your life
running away
on the
clock
512 · Feb 2020
Beautiful things cry
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
492 · Nov 2019
the poet'verse
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
as poets,

  we breathe in
the universe.

while others,

   breathe in
themselves.
450 · Nov 2019
fragmented art
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
Pieces
Of
Every
Me
Something that only other poets will understand.
439 · Oct 2020
🌫"cloudy"🌫
Đaviđ67 Oct 2020
is it
the sea
that covers
the land

or:

is it
the land
that covers
the sea?
424 · Dec 2019
Fractured
Đaviđ67 Dec 2019
A fractured spirit as a child.
Divorced parents.
A Saturday father.
A jealous mother of happy time spent with our father.
What very little time that was.
For me it was never close to enough.
That precious time was reduced even more.
I missed and needed my daddy.
But mom didn't care, her feelings were clearly more important than a fragile child.
After being dropped off by our father there were times of mental and physical unwanted unnecessary uncomfortableness.
All I wanted was time with my daddy but it became scarce, because our father did not want us subjected to that type of behavior any longer from a jealous woman.
Fractured spirit led to a fractured heart.
Part of my heart was so loving and warm.
The larger part was so cold and so bitter.
Which has led to a fractured tormented soul especially after losing my daddy a few short years ago one March day.
Watching my daddy suffer first hand from stage IV lung cancer opened up old and new wounds.
It fractured my mind.
It fractured my very essence of being.
Why is my existence completely fractured ?
Why was it after watching my father get so abusively tortured by cancer did I and do I feel so broken and unrepairable ?
Perhaps it's because I want the same fate as my daddy and I won't feel whole ever again until I do.
I've never been a truly happy person since my father left us as children.
I've never been whole, ever, and I never will be.
I drag my fractured existence through year after year since my daddy's passing.
Never caring, even a little if I myself was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer
tomorrow.
Selfish?
Perhaps.
But that cold and bitter part of my heart doesn't care much about selfishness.
It only cares about the exhaustive numbing pain it has dragged around for nearly 50 years.
As other layers of guilt with other separate affairs of my fractured heart have been added throughout these painful years, life if I am to be honest, has almost become a nuisance.
Crowds of people I avoid because my cold bitter heart trusts no one.
Outside of my home I venture only because I have to, to support the family I created.
Otherwise my fractured being I would keep in my home away from a world I almost despise and sometimes loathe.
Money does not make me happy.
Love does not make me happy.
Nothing will ever make the bigger piece of my fractured heart happy.
It's north pole cold and it will never be warmed until I suffer as my daddy did and I finally leave this place called Earth that I look at as hell.
I only need to leave my home for one day to realize that this really is hell on earth.
Until I can get away from the ignorance...
the I I I I I ...
the selfishness of just about every human being I encounter everyday I will never be happy.
When I see my daddy's face and Jesus's face is when my fractured heart will become whole once again and when I will finally allow myself to be happy.....at long last.
I can't wait to know even something as simple and taken for granted as being/feeling whole.... I can't wait to know how that feels because I never have.
A whole heart from me would be absolutely angelic.
A heart that Jesus has longed to see whole too, i'm sure of it.
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
On the night that we met,
like a mid summer's torrent,
I fell for you.

You, bathing in a
full moon's light,
I was powerless
it's true.

Your eyes were
one with the sea,
vast and deep...
I was drowning
    in you.

Arrest me
and take me
to live
in your paradise....
where all that's
left is to
  woo woo woo.
https://youtu.be/Rgg1Yczq4vI
411 · Sep 2020
Sweet - raw death
Đaviđ67 Sep 2020
-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
A physically saturated pluviophile is a soul that craves to intertwine themselves with the very deepest parts of thee.

In the eyes and heart of a pluviophile,
the rain is sunshine on an otherwise grey and cloudy day.

Make no mistake;

I am a pure breed when it comes to being/representing a "pluviophile".

The rain elicits the very deepest part of me without one moment's struggle.

It's a cleansing.
It's an act of purification.
It's a new beginning.

     A feeling of     new skin
and afflictions
  washed away.

A few still moments
  to breathe in
    the roses of
life.

  If you can not
=connect= with a
  "pluviophile"?

You're not
   'all wet'
but rather,
  as dry as the
saharan sand.

Come get
   wet
      with me...
        in
  the
     p
       u
         r
           p
             l
               e
   rain """""""""""
              '''''"""""""
    """""""""""""""

"""""­""""""""""""""""
        ' ' ' '    ' '
           '  '   '
               '
https://youtu.be/TvnYmWpD_T8
389 · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
At school cafeteria tables

-social gatherings

-marital couplings.

one's skin color

-ethnicity

-tribal belonging.

we;

regretfully segregate ourselves
out of pure
habit and
comfortability.

audacity and irony
overflows in well versed,
pre rehearsed
denials of
racism.

so i ask;

if we aren't,

why do we not
individually be the breaker of tribal or racial chains?

diversity had long ago peaked my humans are humans interest.

i see no color nor
tribal lines that offend me.

i only see someone that is just like me outwardly and 'hopefully'
just as beautiful inside.
Đaviđ67 Jan 2020
Stop,
to admire
the beauty
of any
and all roses
in your life
before they
lose their bloom

Try not
to yield to procrastination and all
of its
stalling tactics.

Don't,
allow
your roses
to wilt
while you
utter that
tomorrow is another day.

Tomorrow,
may hide
in the
darkest
of nights
forever.
367 · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
Lust often
calls but,

it's 99.9%
of the
time left
with a
busy signal

i refuse
to answer
a call
from the
wild

i long
to hear
your seductive
lust over
my voicemail

tell me,
tell me
how lust
is love
and how
i am
"simply- robert palmer irresistible"

and how
white snake
asks in
song if,
"is this
love"
https://youtu.be/ujnH4yNqL8E
345 · Apr 2020
heart of a bedouin
Đaviđ67 Apr 2020
the lost
will always
roam

leave
them be,

they are
in search
of a
forever home.
343 · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
Poetry offers
calm for
the lonely
and a
positive perspective
on being
lonesome

Scribe emotions
wrought with
rust and
solitude

Free your
will to
express that
is you
343 · Nov 2019
U2
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
U2
i still haven't
  found what
i am
   looking for is
much more
   complex,
much more
   profound than
just a few things.

   unrewarding
is a life
  asea that
lives and breathes
  within one's
dreams.

   exhausted;

what i look for
  may not
even exist
   except for
what lies in
  my subconscious
mind.

dubiously
   just living
and seemingly
   wasting time.
339 · Mar 20
#
Đaviđ67 Mar 20
#
with you

as

my canvas;

i prefer to

paint

by

#number#
334 · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
inhale me
she pleaded,

and I did.

now,

I never
wish to
exhale.
320 · Oct 2020
"finished"
Đaviđ67 Oct 2020
the
concrete poet
is similar
to concrete.

i have
many different
parts that
make me
a whole.

and once
my soul
is hardened,

like
reinforced
concrete...
i am tough
to break.

trying to
"smooth me
over" will
never stop
the hardening
of my heart.
Just another quick 5 minute write.

I just write what comes to mind as a subject. 🤷🏻‍♂️
313 · Sep 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Sep 2019
Like the innocence of a child,

I just write.
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
born in
the cold
month
of november
rain.

born on
day 24
and
shackled
to life's
chain.

chained
to a
tree
like an
ornamental
dog.

everyday
just
struggling,
to be
seen
through
the fog.

left out,
alone,
to suffer
and die
a slow
death.

he's not
really
sure what
any of
it
meant.

his chains
are now
broken
to stray
from the
tree.

a birthday
gift
to leave
his tortured
existence
behind ...

and at
long last
his
unchained
soul
can
playfully
be free.

from
  life's chain
sadly and
happily
  at long last
   released.
298 · Feb 20
Attraction
Đaviđ67 Feb 20
Sight
Hearing
Smell
Taste
Touch
297 · Nov 2019
me and, the other me
Đaviđ67 Nov 2019
why do
squirrels
try to
cross our
streets
and die?

why is
life seemingly
taken away
in the blink
of an eye?

why do
green leaves
turn yellow,
brownish copper
and reds?

why do i
feel life
so DEEPLY
that sometimes
i would
much rather
be dead?

it's a
balancing act,
wanting to
live
life,
that is.

sanity and
insanity,
God's and
the
grim reaper's
kiss.

my struggle
each day
is as real
as
these words
that with you
i choose
to share.

i'm happy,
i'm unhappy
and...
my poetic
bi polarness,
just doesn't
care.

most of
my days
are toiled
through
and,
few
feel
worth living.

my poetic
verse that
i share
with y'all
is all that
i feel
like giving.

words of
   advice to thee,

never judge
what you
can't see.

they may
be a
soul...
as tortured
and wounded
as me.
296 · Mar 21
numbers lie
Đaviđ67 Mar 21
never lose
       yourself
counting
         the quantity
            when all that
            ever matters
                   IS
             the quality
quality stirs
a soul
while numbers
only distance
the goal
288 · Dec 2019
Untitled
Đaviđ67 Dec 2019
in a
  mirror,

your eyes
  are the

hungry
    language
of love
281 · Dec 2019
delicate beauty
Đaviđ67 Dec 2019
you are
a flake
of snow

a feathery
ice crystal

a delicate
sixfold
symmetry
of beauty

a winter
wonderland
is what
you are
277 · Feb 2020
10 word
Đaviđ67 Feb 2020
be a beacon
in the storm

not the
storm itself.
🇺🇸
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