"absolves" poems
What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,
The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within
They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse
And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
I struggle
To be back in this place again
Warily treading a gorgeously uncomfortable river
Of crashing beauty
And the shivering memories of devastating pain.
I press my hands to the cold car window
And I let this landscape of thoughts roll through me
Dense and flat
Like the low-lying valley fog flirting with the evergreens.
The beauty rinses me clean for a few hours
Absolves my blue beating heart
Of a loneliness that falls and puddles within me
Like soft rain.
The cold smell of snowy pine is sharp
Like the crack of a whip in the white metal air.
A distended azure sky swells to fill the heavens
Smelling sweetly of snow and wind.
Wind hums gently through dense, endless miles
Of storybook forests
And my heart shudders inside me
As though it has never been touched before.
It is then that I let myself wander to you
And I feel your last kiss
Burning softly on the lips of the woman
Reflected vaguely back at me in the window.
She waits for you, as I do
Both of us dwelling in two cities so different
That a wide and courageous fjord
Holds them forever apart.
I wait for you
Life's brave soldier
Eyes that still my soul
Arms of kind and gentle steel
Heart of gold and purple and blue
Kiss of waterfall and wildfire.
Come home to me.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Your body
Is my pilgrimage
Of worship
A place
Where my hands reach to
Offer absolutions
I use my silvery tongue
To get you around the bend
And tell you that your flesh
Blesses mine, with a stain
That’s more than just skin deep
So I press my heart against yours
Waiting for the two drums
To beat as one
I press my mouth against yours
And eat the words
That died upon your lips
My mouth traces
Every inch of your skin and bones
Until my hunger is satiated
A sliver of the midnight moon
Bathes us while we
Tangle ourselves deeper into one another
Every heavy breath, a sonnet
Every bite, an ode
Every moan, those three tired words
The air is heavy
With the scent of old perfume
While our two bodies talk
The burden on my hands, absolves
The stars in the sky, dissolves
And the argument our bodies have, resolves
As we bloom synchronously
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I'm innocent
everything goes opposite
LiFe has no abashment
Problems are objects
Life is aberrant
shoots hard bullets
I'm innocent
Life is full of coincidences
Hope people understand
Life ? People abases
Its a painful wound
No more absolves
I'm innocent
I'm tired of myself
Sick of being the same
I feel like a werewolf
Me , I did defame
Myself is just a calf
I'm innocent
This what life wants
No more tolerate
Live in aborts
Small sins accumulate
Chokes me with ascots
I'm innocent
I don't want this
Live in aversion
It's only my bris
Love must accretion
Or live like the ******* nazis
I'm innocent
I NEED her back
Important in my life circle
keeps me on the track
Every word is a canticle
Wrack hack her lack clack
I'm innocent
She's the one i NEED
My life is She
Sweet, tasty like the aniseed
The most important strophe
Makes it shinny and adorned
I'm innocent
I don't want drugs
I hate to scab
Its not brags
It hurts like a stab
Drugs is crags
Edit by: Melanie on this fourteenth day of September, twenty thirteen
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
you me and
blue
transitions
and far off horizons painted with wishes
one day....
we always say
tracing palms with fingers
soothsaying or prophesizing
cards played
wide-eyed amazed
grazing at life's tender
shoots
when as always it all
is so much simpler
than the mortal life
absolves on
a daily day all
tormented coiled inside
are ten million squirms
for every cry
never one answer
but one eternal theme
that rose blossoms true
and the vernal winds cool
once came a blue
on a storm's distal
view
and for every glint
of the sun comes a
distant hologram on the eye
a corresponding elegant
glow that lasts
into your visage a sign
that not all life and reality is
destined at once
to be recognized
just take things at face value a wary grace
faith if you will
and see
the sky
blue
that's all my wisdom
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
Eyeliner is a gateway drug;
an altered self-image inexorably follows.
I get a sense of social indignation
but I really don't care;
oddly enough,
it helps me to feel more comfortable.
Besides, I'm a Musician
so that absolves all weirdness
of makeup on a guy, right?
God, gender roles ****
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
~
t'is some sorrow that cannot fade.
its inner sadness shuns the sun;
as hydra thrives in northward shade,
yet turns thy tearful drops to love.
she thy dark night's dew,
and from thy burning rain,
thy weeping cries of pain,
bears in brilliance, sunset hues.
attires her blooms in violet blues,
in soil giv’n she finds the way;
from alkaline, in colored sprays,
her floral pink she displays.
in acid of thy heavy tears,
she bears the blues of all thy fears;
and burnishes thy greying eyes,
with dazzling flame to lift thy sight.
she shows the inner strength that flows,
'neath bitter current lies resolve;
from teardrops come thy rainbow,
and morning dew in love absolves.
queen of mournful sighs,
she coronates thy dark of night;
from bitter groans she hope unfolds
she bears thy tears in floral jewels.
~
*post script.
(the hydra, more commonly, the hydrangea,
she rearranges her jeweled bouquet
based on her soil's pH.)
a beautiful post by Naimh, brought tears and this. i gift it to my dearest Becky, whose sorrow knows no bounds. and post it here dedicated to Naimh, apart from whose recent daily, i would not have known her sorrow. may it momentarily lift her sighs. and to the countless others, those i have come to know here, who share in this sad common bond... a mother’s loss; you have my deepest appreciation and concern for your ever-present tears, your unending sorrow... and your undying love!
please read Naimh's beautiful post, my inspiration, here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1637667/the-lost-rose/*
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
There is nothing to pinpoint of the strange beast.
Only images,
Blurred and refracted,
Fleeing down a hallway of mirrors.
O maestro of conditions,
It is you they are in love with,
A dark sun unaware of its own orbiting planets.
They are the cause of all of it.
Every comet, every lack
Leaves a trail etched across your sky.
And in their eight eyes
Something seemingly whole becomes distorted,
A piece cut out made separate from the rest.
From this gulf appears a war engine,
A bite of venom,
The desire to **** what they can’t.
Darling of judge and jury,
Blame absolves them of all responsibility.
You are the sole carrier of their weakness.
They fill your skin with their nightmares.
Flesh as fruit
Is strictly poisonous,
Bleaching the sheets of the saints.
Now no more –
Vanished,
Like what was found and then lost.
Like what was married and
Soon divorced.
Still, notoriety is a phantom
Floating in cages,
Star player at a masquerade,
Costumed with your own face.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
I am a waste of life
life is wasted on me
they called me friend
yet I would see them bend
break their rules and heads
for someone who wets the bed
in the midst of chaos I lose their grip
this hand from left excuses me a slip
oh sweet pain! you return at last
I like to bleed
the sear of a wound
dripping crimson ink
lightens the burden
absolves my guilt
or so I feel it drain
my sins silently, along with memories
under showers where no one will see
I lie still, remembering why
it makes perfect sense in the moment
the incision will be subtle, but deep
enough to hurt and spill from
I will disguise my face
so no one can know
the obvious truth that lurks
beneath this skin of glee
I should have been accustomed
to losing what I love and care about
even if they mean nothing, I'd still want them around
It's harder than it looks to let go
wound around my fingers, the strings, cutting into them
and I pull, I still pull, till the bleeding is a norm
but eventually they'll take my fingers along
and I will fall, not from pride, or high
but gall, against myself
into pity and apathy
sneakily creeping through the silences
I'll look for resolve in darker things
and wither in the light of regret
until the next string breaks
and the cycle begins again.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
My Moonlight archipelago,
my escape
I approach the buttress of boredom better known as your doorstep
I pull you in...
your hair stretches from clenched fingers and what follows down to the feel of my fingertips is religious in nature
under a broken blue street lights, i cradle inward, immersed now in infinite youth of lust... a flash of light... street lamps lit now a Coca Cola Red ... the color plays, a chromatic cinema fills through
your follicles
I spin you away momentarily and envy my shadow now pressing upon you
we are Cathars,
heuristic heretics,
learning love through touch in a hate filled land (the pesky conformity of late-stage Western Civilization)
still
Your ether look absolves me of this world’s sins
beam raw:
render quiet:
Baptize me in the esoteric and verbose stares, the *** is drawn on your lips, so mouthy, but saying nothing inside the long Chaplin silence,
you vacillate
and I’m vacant
my voice removed
spent, empty in the Valentino deadpan stares
Post Script: The gaze gave conversations: conversions still silent in her looks, a living Bible's worth of words in those sacred scripture holy eyes.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
sometimes describing
your face absolves me
of all the things I did
wrong, people see it
on my lips, *ask me,
ask me about Chris*
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
What are a few tears
If it absolves his fears
Even as my heart breaks
If that's what it takes
I will crush all my feelings
And pray he starts healing
I'll try with all my might
To lift him from the night
So he can begin
To try again
To give his love free
Even if it's not me.
Dj
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
pain absolves me
such a sad indicator
of a wasted life
like versed is the past tense
had versed does not sound quite right
have versed even worse
will have versed
I verse away
content to strike contrary
along a course others might
not even contemplate
trying to ride a rim into
another thought or word
you verse
***** is versing
it's all so good
I have to stop
putting nooses on it
just accept
now, that is another concept....
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Have ever you noticed that liars
Cross their fingers when they lie?
They seem to think it absolves them from
A judgement, up on high,
For fingers crossed means they didn’t mean
The thing they’re telling you,
But if you’re silly, and fall for it
They make you think it’s true.
I knew a terrible liar once
His name was John Coltrane,
He always cried on my shoulder then
As if he was in pain,
He said that life was short-changing him,
That there was nothing fair,
It only took just a minor thing
To drive him to despair.
We both worked then at an auto plant
And used a giant press,
Knocking out doors and bonnets there,
And working under stress,
For time and motion had set a rate
That we could not fulfil,
And truth to tell it had seemed like hell
And was making Coltrane ill.
No matter how fast we put them through
The steel kept banking up,
Thanks to the other press’s crew
Who’d stop, and have a cup,
While we were struggling then to clear
The backlog, piled up high,
And John was constantly in my ear,
‘I think I want to die.’
I said that he didn’t mean it,
It was just a lousy job,
But he just kept on repeating it
And even began to sob,
To tell the truth, it got on my nerves,
It really began to grate,
I lost my cool, and I said the fool
Was really tempting fate.
He seemed to go a bit crazy then,
Lay backwards on the dye,
I tried to pull him away, but he
Lay staring at the sky,
The press came down with a mighty thump
And it flattened out his head,
Two hundred and fifty tons per inch
Said John Coltrane was dead.
We all of us stood around in shock
When the press released him there,
All that was left was a headless corpse
With blood and brains to spare,
His corpse let out a terrible sigh
At the judgement he had lost,
For though he said he would want to die,
He lay with his fingers crossed.
David Lewis Paget
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
i worship an empty god
who answers no prayers.
a mono-disciple tapered
to heavenly threads without
ever bearing wings of my own,
i have no convictions except
the idle ones he tethers me with:
our shrine is gold and red.
(sometimes i think it is pretty.)
i will follow him with blind eyes,
for there is nothing more sweet
than to be loved for merely existing
and reciting his gospel to the ground.
i grow under his sunlight.
he waters me as he pleases,
but my petals will never be
the colors of the church flowers
from his childhood,
(he doesn't realize they are fable.)
my mind will never be his steeple.
Nazareth needs repairing, but
scripture ordains i cannot bear
the burden of fixing something so bloodied and broken.
i will bleed red wine for him,
i have no doubt he will finish
the glass.
it stains the page. i smile,
yellowed crumpling page.
i write the next verse, in pencil,
heeding my perpetual mistake:
i am immeasurably incorrect,
and no one needs repentance but
the sinner, who is I tonight,
and all nights.
i close the
book. i lay down.
Nazareth
is dark.
so i pray my
bedtime prayer,
that i wish
my god wakes up
with a clearer mind
and a learned heart
tomorrow.
(a fool is a follower,
a fool is the man who
absolves the snake for the sin
and punishes Himself
for not seeing clearer.)
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
There's something so very beautiful about the rain
At times it helps you forget about the pain
It stirs up the soul
Brings back so many memories
The first drop slowly trickling down your skin...
...Almost teasing you..
....Such a sensual feeling
How it washes away the dirt of the soul
Almost absolves you of your sins
It brings about an unseen freshness
The sight of raindrops falling from leaves is so arousing
The calmness after a heavy shower is haunting
And then you can sense it...
...The strong intoxicating smell of the earth spreading all around
The rain-soaked birds flapping their feathers
...Nature has left its traces all around
You can't help but marvel at the beauty of it
Forget about the world....
...Close your eyes and simply take in the magnificence of nature
And then as you sip your cup of tea...
And it rains again...
....and as you sit and look out of your window
Who knows when inspiration might strike you
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Time is unlimited
Our time is limited
Time available is valuable
Time invaluable is inviolable.
Time is sweet and spicy at times
Time is sour and spiky sometimes
One has time for one self
None has any time for others.
Countless cosmic time is lustrous, long and strong
Count of clock and calendar is meek and meagre
Time has no origin or end albeit its ageless ageing
Time has no shape and size but it shapes and sizes.
Time seeks none, all seek time.
Time is good but not at all times.
Time is turbulent and terrific
Time is titanic and tenacious
Time is generous to some sometimes,
Time is ruthless to some others many times.
Time spares those who spare it.
Time makes and mars and makes.
Time and again time is in and time is out
At times, times are good but out in no time
Out and out some have no time sometimes
Many a time many time-out all time.
Every time is not our time
And all good times are lost in life time
Times may come and times may go
But the time goes on forever
Time has no stable time-table
Time solves, absolves or dissolves
Endless time tickles endless times
It is high time to tackle all times.
At one time or from time to time.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Nearing of moon to earth may bring storms in the tide
Attraction of beauty may bring love far just and wide
Fire may broke in rivals when we sit near side by side
Who can stop us from love when beauty acts as guide
Beauty portrays itself on verdict of love in clear terms
Then a moth in lunacy finds burning candles,squirms
When beauty in trance portrays to show itself affirms
Love my sweetheart crops up and vehemently affirms
Love is a real force on which entire universe revolves
Beauty being burning candle slowly,steadily dissolves
Cleanliness of heart with sincerity of heart just evolves
In reality it is only chastity of intention which absolves
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
he says he's sorry for all the pain he's caused.
on his knees, he begs for forgiveness.
she, a fool, absolves him of his sins.
he, ignorant of her innocence, tears her heart apart again.
your words don't mean anything anymore, darling.
apologies dripping from your saccharine lips.
say you've seen the light and you're a brand new person.
doesn't change anything, sorry.
doesn't change anything, sorry
i'm not a child anymore.
you can't fool me into believing you care for me.
doesn't change anything, sorry.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
The darkness of the night
Absolves the peace you've found
The demons run amuck
Destroying the gargoyles
That stood protecting your heart
I'm not made of stone
But darling I'm right here
I will stand in the face
Of evil to save you
I love you
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Sea salt spray - the air
absolves you of all the rest.
You are an island.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Walking in the darkness Came the sudden light,
I was astonished
It's she smiling so bright,
Eyes like Sirius star Glimmering below the sky,
I haven't seen ethereal elements
Sitting on earth in shades sundry;
Looking onto me she confirmed
and nod
As if she understood the sufferings I endure,
Her eyes magical bestows grace on whom it falls
Absolves from sins and every pitfall;
Who says, God, rewards grace in heaven?
Mere thinking about her redeems not one but seven, What's heaven, hell or earth
There's no one like her in all universe;
In dazzling beauty
She stood and walked
Forward came and a question shot,
"Why do you live in past?
Why always so secluded
No one in this world is just and placid,
Stop worrying, just live, and bounce
All aloof manners you have to renounce,
Bothering about future
You turn present into past,
This is the trick of time
By which it us devours, "
Saying this she drifted and flew in the air
I asked, who is she disguised in human form
Her abode where?
Only disembodied voice I heard in return
She'd already left from her sojourn,
"I'm an angel of your mother's fairytale
I live where there she prevails,
Heed the advice I gave you
'cause that is what she told me to tell you,
Your lover is tainted; not like God
For the person, you tried to die is a fraud,
Life is to live not to waste for trifles
Men are prone to fall walking on pebbles,
Open your eyes and see
Whatever you want is within your reach;"
I opened my eyes found myself in the patient's gown,
My wrist was dressed
Blood on it I found.
Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 3:23 PM UTC