"ast" poems
Under an immense amount of stress,
Never showing her true pain.
Holding back unwanted tears,
Already feeling them fall
Past her blurry-visioned eyes.
Praying to regain her strength,
Yearning for a single source of peace...
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Th’ast dar’d too far ; but, fury, now forbear
To give the least disturbance to her hair:
But less presume to play a plait upon
Her skin’s most smooth and clear expansion.
’Tis like a lawny firmament as yet,
Quite dispossess’d of either fray or fret.
Come thou not near that film so finely spread,
Where no one piece is yet unlevelled.
This if thou dost, woe to thee, fury, woe,
I’ll send such frost, such hail, such sleet, and snow,
Such fears, quakes, palsies, and such heats as shall
Dead thee to th’ most, if not destroy thee all.
And thou a thousand thousand times shalt be
More shak’d thyself than she is scorched by thee.
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I am invited by a bright light.
Leaving behind those days,
Order of God it seems bright,
Vast is the world in your eyes,
Earning your love is so worthy,
Yes it does not discourage me,
Old I want to get in your shade,
Up the road of love will take me.
Best beautiful is your heart,
Holding highest your thought,
Under my God you are not,
Mind my past you please don't,
In my life you are the light.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
A girl who is hoping to be with me,
Theming all her poetry around me,
Unable I am to reflect her feelings,
Lose I did myself in my past lover.
Love her I did that bit too much,
Of her decisions I was an abider,
Vainly are all the sacrifices I made,
Except only when unavoidable,
Did I ever ignore her? I did not.
Killed me she with her love and deceit,
Remain just the memories of her,
I let my mind linger in past,
Pleasured I am by her memories,
I just cannot once again take chances.
And I will just live with her memories,
Not that I consider myself so worse,
Desist I will from marriage all my life.
I am so scared of loving anyone else,
Slowly I watch my days running out.
Now I will never be uncertain,
Of course I would be sans fear,
What scares me would be past.
Scientist I want to become for real,
Concentrate I will more on career,
And her memories won't plague,
Romance I will with myself more,
Elephantine will be my happiness,
Dress rehearsals I do for success.
Old memories will not haunt me,
Finally I'll be one with happiness.
Last desire of my heart,
Of course won't be fullfilled,
Very sure because I am lonely,
Enjoy I'll this eternal loneliness.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
The scientists flung the Rosetta
like spinning a ball in rouletta.
The nerds were annoyed
when their progeny buoyed.
All was saved with a back turbojeta
Settling down on an icy ast'roid,
which was neither oblong nor spheroid,
they said "Philae be grounded",
instead she rebounded
and almost was lost in the void.
With war games and money misdealt
the project was left needing gelt.
And cells lacking power
sent nerds to the shower
while watching the meteor melt.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
when is a work of art not just a work of art?
at what point does it stop
being only a thing of beauty
and transform-
the self
the society
the Universe
when does it transcend the real
and become something magical
helping one fall through –
the rabbit hole
the wormhole
the black hole
when does it become
an unstoppable force
and cause –
a revolution
an evolution
an absolution
and at which moment does it make you stop in your tracks
stop breathing and exclaim
“Gar Firdaus, ruhe zamin, hamin asto, hamin asto, hamin ast!”
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
05.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
ast night i looked into your eyes and felt the ***** of your blue orbs. your finger on my lips smells like peaches and strawberries, and the knife you plunged in my back bled in hues of orange, purple and red. about a month ago i sat by the beach reciting my written poem while gargling the ocean foam in my mouth and feeling the horizon twitch behind my eyelids. July was pale with throbbing angry blue veins while November was a green tree brimming with life and pink petals. when mom and dad fought i could feel every stinging crack on my skin, slowly wrapping around my neck and jamming my oxygen supply. the flowers you gave me are rotting on the bedside table― some nights it moans and groans and other nights it whispers unsaid words from your cemetery of a heart. i want to turn into a pile of ashes and be swept away by the wind. i want to slide down the curve of your spine and watch your goosebumps form. i want to stuff you into a glass vase then fling you down a skyscraper. i want to entwine all your senses together, then maybe you’ll stop calling me insane because that isn’t my name.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
cometh darkness thou waith
thy dance thou dos't do
avialath thou thy cometh
beginst thine fervor
thou blot
thine morrow's mist
ast thou ensue thine ubiety
whist thou educe
thine loveth hence
thine beauty kisseth
thy lambent duskness
cometh darkness thou waith
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
Selflessness and broken hearts
Alone and crying in the dark
Vast spaces of skin shouting to be cut
Empty holes where once there was a heart and there were lungs
Mourning a soul that once was alive
Embrace the corpse you left to rot
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
My heart is b-beating, beating a few b-beats faster,
Of course , I feel this is no d *i. s as t e. R,
But a sudden feeling of empt i n ess* ;
A LeVeL of Love I have yet to Master.
I miss you,r kiss,
Oh, it was **b l i s s**.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Crossing those boundaries of yesterday, step into unknown.
As today is your birthright, burn with fervour; consume and rise.
Repetition is forbidden, etch out your story; time flies.
Past is shrivelling rose, let go, so it may nourish its own.
Enraptured, relish each moment like a French delicacy.
Desire is destiny, fickle as change is constant. There's just
Indecency of death, after which comes the stygian dearth.
Embrace that permanence, and drain every day of all its worth.
Man wasn't meant to be a slave of tomorrow, break free; you must!
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Come one, come all. Are you
Ready? The night when
It's all about
The music! All I can see and all
I can hear, is MUSIC!
Can one night really change the future of music?
And the answer is yes.
Longing to go
And see it myself, live, in person.
Coming and going of the performing artists,
Coming and going of the awards and speeches.
Last chance to see who wins
And who performs together.
I love the Grammy's! The one night it's all about
Music! The one award show I can't miss.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.*
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
My studies have shown me the value
Of the perseverance & dedication
Nice in life is really very high
Although you are upset with me now
My love is not so weak as you think
Our future I dreamed & planned
Under a beautiful sky we will live
Rob me of love even yourself can not
Kindly open the doors for me
Ring your door bell when I do
Indeed I'm a mad egoistic man
Past has that old night of love
I miss your kiss on my lips...
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
I like to
sit with it in days
that way
I'm not driven insane
& you're so easy to remember
the way I love you like winter
you're early November
but those are only seasons
and seasons
they pass
& I'm sad but
so grateful
slow memories last
I won't bash or
be hateful
I like what we had
You held
my hand and my head
& I'm okay with that
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Shallow breathing and bad circulation
Asthma and Bipolar disorder type 2
Clingy and dependent at the same time distant
Anxiety and a whole lot of love for you
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Steam rises from the coffee mug
Sunshine peaks over the mountains
Smoke begins to fill up my lungs
I exhale what will never last.
Bearing marks of heartache he comes
Branded by the thought of concern
Barb-wire scuffed belts meet our hips
I release all that's left of hope.
Fields of yellow surround the road
Flowers that once bloomed in the rain
Faith so young in red lips so warm
I leave your still blue eyes waiting.
Combing fingers through your course hair
Caressing toes in sheets heavy
Cold noses on one another
I don't want to fall in love again.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
i did, i still do, and i will always do leave a space for you
whether a space inside a café, in the canteen seats, inside the cinema, in one of the bleachers, in a crowded room, or in one of the benches of the park we used to go
i will always leave a space for you
especially a space inside my heart, it would always remain for you
the scars roughly vanished yet you managed to still walk through
everyone has tried to steal the empty space but never did they know
that it was only meant for you
i reserve this space, I do
I wait for you
Even if I'm seeing you with someone new
I will still let this space untouched by anyone unless it would be you
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Lerscent grimmark, dark & light - glas
Cost em-mark en bisk et ast
heavy holden march of hOVE- entasked watching homers m ark
doe agree ṧick the pervious measure
that measure of good & evil.... (dost thou see)
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Tear away, flocking dress in/motion _ heal/SCARS
trainṧit life for light or light for life
Certain that curtail fervent curtain time
- shallow eleven drench that sut surper of STILL
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Dont wait tommorow for what can be said today.
Ripples in the water.
Cast from stone so easily fade away.
The difference in a day plays apon your face.
Regret tangles the most simple questions.
All to often we mask the stubborn actions
and pass them off as fate.
How could I ever let you slip away.
Burns a heart only to freeze over.
The road is never a clear direction.
A cold night a lovers embrace like a
blanket gives a false a sense of protection.
Now I hold a memeory not a friend.
We cant mask the distance.
So how can we continue to pretend.
Old love letters a window to a moment in time.
Tears flow freely in the confines of my emptyness.
In the illusion when I knew you as mine.
Sweet kisses are wasted apon the bitter soul.
Times fragments splintter to all but
vanish from sight.
It's a struggle to live in the moment when
you cant even get ast a single night.
Tommorow I wont let it repeat today.
No longer will I settle to simply exist.
Watching lines once strong as they fade away.
Sometimes the best canvas should stay blank.
Colored by hopes not strokes of pain.
More words are needed to exist with
my deepest emotions in silent reframe.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 5:09 PM UTC
*islam provided a change of etymology,
ha satan is no longer
a matter of definite or indefinite accusation;
more a case of the accusing
deceived, for it it now know
that the downfall of israel due to king solomon
was due to an accuser indeed,
but its resurrection could only be
incremented by a deceiver.*
p.s. a philosopher that does not meddle
in theological nouns will continue, time and time
again, entrenched in whether
hydrochloric is true to qualify
rather than already lose to the aristotelian
quantification parameter of naming, cf., properly;
apparently there's an atom spare
and it justifies socrates uttering he
knew nothing while being paradoxically engaged
in the previously un-discovered dialectics
to undermine rhetoric with a methodology (i.e.
knowing something).
before they pulled my upper madible wisdom teeth out
i was asked a question by the anaesthetist
to which i replied quo vadis, odd, because i
should have said qua vadis, meaning in translation
not where are you going, but in second in command:
*what is your manner of travelling the path being fulfilled?
by foot or by hoofed trot?*,
which would make up a chiral momentary inertia
where i, a poet, about to have his wisdom teeth pulled
out, and he, an anaesthetist induced a coma on me;
so it made sense, basically.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Never ceasing to shed light upon my dreary days, you're the sun to my sky, the flower to my garden
Endlessly loving and caring, feeling and seeing, you have the heart of an angel and the face of a goddess; divine duality
Vast degrees of beauty emanate from you, meet my eyes, and melt my heart
Early hours of my mornings are filled solely with thoughts of you such as this moment while I compose
Rarity, uniquity, you're one of a kind my rose. You hold a place in my heart that no other can hold simply because nobody else is vaguely comparable to you
A lthough the earth is treacherous and destructive to your pristine beauty, I have great faith that you will remain purely innocent
Loneliness should never be felt by you for if you look to your side I will be there whether in spirit or in body
Olfactory senses tingle with delight as you draw near; your scent is one I have yet to forget
Never fear the night for I will stand guard with a lantern in hand: no demon shall trespass your glorious soul; even if the cost may be my life, I shall fight for you to my last breath and beyond
Every day I'm here with you, oh it is so so true look around, you're never alone
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
All of the times you
Lay in bed
Wishing you were elsewhere
Admiring people who
Yearn for realty, being
Somebody they hoped they would be.
None of the things you
Ever thought would come from such
Vast options are proven to be
Everlasting and will always
Remain part of your self.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC