"acquiescently" poems - Hello Poetry

Oceans of if's running rough yet smoothly, In a mind filled with diffidence and hesitance; Far-flung revelries of reveries in thoughts acquiescently, Yet a heart searching possibilities with such adamance. Piercing emotions fleeting through a murky surface, Lulling the deadened soul with such alluring beguile; Limerence spurned, suddenly pervading transient abyss, Denial in persistent negation of emotion's cavil. Depths of stolen glances seeking truth beyond words, Waiting for signs of undefined warm requitals. Beyond observations, I've only seen fjords; Chilly shoulders and disregarded affectionals. Force your eyes and heart, my presence descry; And let's have a dance until twilight and time recedes, For might've we not a chance again, not even in a scry. Lest make a foolish heart's wish finally give up and accede. Despite all eyes looking at us, Did you ever feel something special? Mistake my intentions not, I don't desire a fuss. But I only yearn to figure, if in your heart you've got a lovely fractal. To depths and beyond, I covet to seek. The precious brilliance of your cloaked human shades, Filled with beauty offering silence and meek; A plausible sanctuary for a soul as it ages and fades.

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC

SilentSanctuary

To Depths and Beyond

Oceans of if's running rough yet smoothly, In a mind filled with diffidence and hesitance; Far-flung revelries of reveries in thoughts acquiescently, Yet a heart searching possibilities with such adamance. Piercing emotions fleeting through a murky surface, Lulling the deadened soul with such alluring beguile; Limerence spurned, suddenly pervading transient abyss, Denial in persistent negation of emotion's cavil. Depths of stolen glances seeking truth beyond words, Waiting for signs of undefined warm requitals. Beyond observations, I've only seen fjords; Chilly shoulders and disregarded affectionals. Force your eyes and heart, my presence descry; And let's have a dance until twilight and time recedes, For might've we not a chance again, not even in a scry. Lest make a foolish heart's wish finally give up and accede. Despite all eyes looking at us, Did you ever feel something special? Mistake my intentions not, I don't desire a fuss. But I only yearn to figure, if in your heart you've got a lovely fractal. To depths and beyond, I covet to seek. The precious brilliance of your cloaked human shades, Filled with beauty offering silence and meek; A plausible sanctuary for a soul as it ages and fades.

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I remember your nervous doe-eyes and uncertain grasps like a new shriveled-pink baby engulfed and overwhelmed by the palpability of a realm outside the womb The canary of your hair melded with the sand of your skin and the rose of your lips ****** into an anxious façade of a smile It was as if the contortion of your lips was stenciled onto your taut canvas face by a neglectful artist and you wore the mar acquiescently like a sketch unfinished And I remember kissing that imperfect smile and being stricken by a heavy melancholy that descended from my lips to my chest where it burrowed inexorably Your limp hand fell from mine and as my chest constricted like a reptilian death penalty I understood your nearly-smile

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Jan 1, 2012

Jan 1, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC

mary-torrez

Nearly-Smile

I remember your nervous doe-eyes and uncertain grasps like a new shriveled-pink baby engulfed and overwhelmed by the palpability of a realm outside the womb The canary of your hair melded with the sand of your skin and the rose of your lips ****** into an anxious façade of a smile It was as if the contortion of your lips was stenciled onto your taut canvas face by a neglectful artist and you wore the mar acquiescently like a sketch unfinished And I remember kissing that imperfect smile and being stricken by a heavy melancholy that descended from my lips to my chest where it burrowed inexorably Your limp hand fell from mine and as my chest constricted like a reptilian death penalty I understood your nearly-smile

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Childish churning chickadees-- chastened in the dark denim confines of the bulging pocket. Chatting urgently only in touch, when their bodies grind together where two or more gather-- like prayers, like lips do like hands do-- Uncomfortable shape-shifting; feeling tense as legs shake loose the bunched up mess-- digging into skin like silver teeth or a silver bullet encroached within a werewolf's flesh-- Musically: creating new timbres accompanying suddenly aggravated gaits-- Ching ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching-- Fumbling in the darkness. Ka-ching ka-ching clawing incessantly, as the forlorn children of burdensome currency. Soon, their captors retire to worn couches to engage in aggressive loafing-- growing sluggish and torpid, legs slacken and jeans loosen-- their lips at the captor's hip bones spilling out their shiny contents like dripping saliva-- and down, down the children go, choking between the cracks of the worn cushions. Bodies shift, aching for comfort, the farther, farther down they go-- their cries drowned drowned by pillows acquiescing to mushy bodies. Those that survive the dreadful encounter-- clinging to their prisons-- feel once again the stifling hands of death reaching grasping groping in their huddled fretful presence to be tossed loosely carelessly onto bedside dressers; for a fate unknown to themselves, nor the hands that toss them absentmindedly. It is rare that they are brought to the light of day again. (It would have been better, to have sunk acquiescently, down into the bulbous stifling purgatory alongside their unlucky kin.) There is worse; for those who are left in their denim prisons are thrown--cage and all-- into the jaws of Poseidon's mechanical canine, who sits on its hind legs patiently and consumes ravenously. They amass at the bottom of its belly, until intense gurgling acids arise, reaching higher and higher til all are submerged. They are tossed in voracious waters, twisting and churning and gasping and drowning-- holding onto each other like prayers; feeling pulled ****** into the vacuum-- cries lost in the gaping pores of the gargling volatile beast-- lost, lost, lost, in the cries of forever longing. Goodbyes: *Goodbye, dear friends.*

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC

jarjarrhine

Loose Change

Childish churning chickadees-- chastened in the dark denim confines of the bulging pocket. Chatting urgently only in touch, when their bodies grind together where two or more gather-- like prayers, like lips do like hands do-- Uncomfortable shape-shifting; feeling tense as legs shake loose the bunched up mess-- digging into skin like silver teeth or a silver bullet encroached within a werewolf's flesh-- Musically: creating new timbres accompanying suddenly aggravated gaits-- Ching ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching-- Fumbling in the darkness. Ka-ching ka-ching clawing incessantly, as the forlorn children of burdensome currency. Soon, their captors retire to worn couches to engage in aggressive loafing-- growing sluggish and torpid, legs slacken and jeans loosen-- their lips at the captor's hip bones spilling out their shiny contents like dripping saliva-- and down, down the children go, choking between the cracks of the worn cushions. Bodies shift, aching for comfort, the farther, farther down they go-- their cries drowned drowned by pillows acquiescing to mushy bodies. Those that survive the dreadful encounter-- clinging to their prisons-- feel once again the stifling hands of death reaching grasping groping in their huddled fretful presence to be tossed loosely carelessly onto bedside dressers; for a fate unknown to themselves, nor the hands that toss them absentmindedly. It is rare that they are brought to the light of day again. (It would have been better, to have sunk acquiescently, down into the bulbous stifling purgatory alongside their unlucky kin.) There is worse; for those who are left in their denim prisons are thrown--cage and all-- into the jaws of Poseidon's mechanical canine, who sits on its hind legs patiently and consumes ravenously. They amass at the bottom of its belly, until intense gurgling acids arise, reaching higher and higher til all are submerged. They are tossed in voracious waters, twisting and churning and gasping and drowning-- holding onto each other like prayers; feeling pulled ****** into the vacuum-- cries lost in the gaping pores of the gargling volatile beast-- lost, lost, lost, in the cries of forever longing. Goodbyes: *Goodbye, dear friends.*

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Un-parch and part our seas of need " Be True " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to mountains absolute Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society unseen with no relief or boon like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerades, still sly as any thief like A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice made resolve / tentade* In devotion's open season Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth No commandments made barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of dark neverwas yet Alive even unto death. For we are freedom We are loved A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why, by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone. " Be true " And in this moment Awaken Absolute Now go Always not almost " I love you so ..."

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Dec 23, 2015

Dec 23, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

MY ONE COMMANDMENT

Un-parch and part our seas of need " Be True " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to mountains absolute Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society unseen with no relief or boon like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerades, still sly as any thief like A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice made resolve / tentade* In devotion's open season Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth No commandments made barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of dark neverwas yet Alive even unto death. For we are freedom We are loved A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why, by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone. " Be true " And in this moment Awaken Absolute Now go Always not almost " I love you so ..."

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Un-parch and part our seas of need " Be True " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to the mountain Defiant to Pharaohs To fleeing as they wail and wretch Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society with no relief or boon like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerade sand still sly as any thief With stealthy hands, A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls... Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice free to make In devotion's open season Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth No commandments made barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of darkness never-was yet Alive even in death. For we are freedom We are loved A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why, by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone. " Be true " And in this moment Awaken (Absolute) Always not almost Beloved soul … (So it goes, I choose In the light no lies) "Be true"

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

My One Commandment

Un-parch and part our seas of need " Be True " All kisses kismet For your being In my motives, complex And your presence resolute Is like Moses to the mountain Defiant to Pharaohs To fleeing as they wail and wretch Dry reticent's / fake to make Gilding what they deem In themselves as golden truths A society with no relief or boon like swarms they only teem with beauty in masquerade sand still sly as any thief With stealthy hands, A house of cards All ready for the fall Weak in their deceits... Replete Of teeth and walls... Build me instead no regret No slaves / compelled or bade But choice free to make In devotion's open season Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth No commandments made barricade But our names reclaimed instead No fear of darkness never-was yet Alive even in death. For we are freedom We are loved A nest, a hut, a cave A tower, skyscraper / a home Our kiss in the shade A Genesis Resurrection roads The Universe / all oceans of O Lovingly we will wade Again and again inhale sweet life's rhapsodies and the rose... again and again / our song at the up-most Understanding without anger or books Conceding and agreeing It is all good This is us And now in hush Eyes beyond sight must Open / See : the Empathy questions keeping note asking not acquiescently In who's company? Why, by Love's infinite dynasty Now know No one is lost when already home Love is much stronger Is further thrown Than any tablet made of Stone. " Be true " And in this moment Awaken (Absolute) Always not almost Beloved soul … (So it goes, I choose In the light no lies) "Be true"

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