"awes" poems
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We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes
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As the darkness spreads
like a dark silk blanket,
I feel her sleeping
like a baby all scarlet
In me burns a flame
when i find her so close,
Then a quiver on her lips
like the winds on a rose..
A smile so sweet spreads
across her face,
My heart skips a beat and
awes in amaze.
A gaze upon me,
with a twinkle in her eye,
There's so much to say
but all i do is sigh
An innocent playful strand
runs loose astray,
jealous as i am from
where restless i lay.
Touch her, i could,
coz she sleeps on my arm
wake her up, i might
with the touch of my palm.
The moonlight shining
on her smooth soft skin,
I slowly pull out the knot
held up by the pin
The feel of her slipping hair
so soft against my cheek,
The sweet scent of jasmine
makes me so meek.
Like a floating boat i feel
in the dark sweet scent
I drown into my sleep
with a feeling all spent !
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Womanhood
In my ever eternal fight between
Pain and rapid mood swings
I have learned to accept
What I have been given by my mother.
Womanhood
In my ever insulting fight between
Objectification and misunderstanding
I have come to understand
"My body is a temple"
Is not a complement but an insult.
Womanhood
As my hair grows longer and longer
And I cut it shorter and shorter
And people tell me to "look more feminine"
I can't help but dress "more masculine."
Womanhood
Because I have to accentuate my assets
With tight jeans and skinny dresses
And if I forget a push-up bra
"It's a boy" jokes are made.
Womanhood
Because my knowledge of cars
And my firm hand shake
Awes men and makes them test me
Instead of conversing with me and moving on with their day
Womanhood
Because I am scared to leave the house by myself
And my father's overbearing protection
Instead of believing I can protect myself
In any given situation
Womanhood
Because my brother can go out whenever he wants
And can curse like a sailor
But I have to be a sweet southern belle
And answer a million and one questions just to take a walk
Womanhood
Because we have to justify ourselves
Because guys have to be perfect in the eyes of "feminists"
Because all of this bullsh!t has gone over the edge.
Womanhood
I can't call myself a feminist
And I sure ain't a misogynist
I'm just trying to scrape by
Just trying to get through this trying
Womanhood
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Don't let that name part those sweet lips again
A perfection in a perfection is impossible
Unless it is I
How can you not see it?
Every time you speak of her perfection, I look at yours
You say cute as if a puppy following your every step
Am I only a sister to you
A foe?
I can't help but look you down and feel anxiety
I can't help but look over any flaws
For it seems I take all of your imperfection
I feel so awkward around you
Only because I feel everything about to burst
Only because I know you may not ever feel the same
Only because when you speak her name I see your face brighten
That is what kills me
Every faint sigh
Every sad conversation to which I want to kiss those words away
Wrapping around you
Bid All Sorrowful Things Away!
Not knowing what I wish
For you put me in a realm of idiocy
I want that touch of your warm hands on my burning skin
Oh! Just that sighing aching thought of loosing you
If only you knew
I want to lock you away in my heart
To tell you dreams are only dreams
To lie to you and say I am fine
Kills me even more
My old soul and dying heart
Being left for dead from the sound of your voice
Please!Just whisper the word fair mind
For thy lady cannot know.
Her beauty to fragile
Her heart to kind to even spare me but a mere couple words
To even gaze into my eyes
For she pumps my blood
She fills my steaming ecstasy
Don't smile with my thoughts running a muck
Don't sound so happy when you are speaking her name
That sound is poison to me
Dripping with every syllable into my chest
Let's just run away
You have already taken my soul
Take my lonely body with you
Why must being so young hurt so bad?
But feel so good?
Remembering the dreams of peace
And love
And rock and roll
And of me getting you for once
naked in a field of flowers
Wait? You say
For you to stop loving this?
For me to get your broken heart after leaving her?
What is cute?
Constant thoughts about how it will never be
Your awes every time I say a word sounds so pathetic
So sarcastic into another way of saying you don't care
Just stop the nonsense and keep calling my name
I want to hear perfection
Like I think of you
I want to get hugs like you give everyone else
I want to feel your touch
I want to call you mine
And show how much I love you in front of the world
In front of your cruel relative blood
What is this?
I have not any words to tell you in person
For fulling knowing it is i ?
Or it is you, lady, the one I love dearly
I don't want to loose this friendship as I lost my heart to you
So just say my name
**** me over and over
The thing you are so good at doing
Keep on introducing me to other lovers of yours
Keep burning me with those sad words
Bury me
Bury me in my own blood
In the blood of your perfection
For I am cursed to never grasp love
And always grasp friendship
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
And where we think the truth least understood,
Oft may be found a "singleness of aim,"
That ought to frighten into hooded shame
A money-mongering, pitiable brood.
How glorious this affection for the cause
Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!
What when a stout unbending champion awes
Envy and malice to their native sty?
Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause,
Proud to behold him in his country's eye.
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Thy beauty and splendor
Awes my spirit
Jealousy creeps in slowly…
Memories of old love days
Awakens the inner soul
Heart sighs painfully…
And I wonder, What’ll I do to
Leave as token for my eternal love
*** *****
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
We used to be so honest,
so pure,
so oblivious
and full of life.
Our love became the definition of sunrise awes,
the sweet smell of fresh rain,
the echo of a child's laugh and
the first flight of a newborn bird.
We became the melancholy
of naive endeavours
wrapped in raw emotions.
Our love was real; factual, in fact and
I refuse to believe any less.
But that has all dissolved now;
disintegrated with the wind,
set with the sun,
thundered the clouds
with fearful flashes of dangerous light
and whimpered every soul
who has lost something they've loved.
We are no longer built on sweet smiles
or tempted impulses;
we are the epitome of sulking stares
and avoiding glances.
We are civil, but we are also tense.
We are the tightness of our muscles
in this predicament of uncertainty.
And that is what we've become:
completely and utterly uncertain,
which is quite contradictory
to the confidence of our emotions
trailing back to the months before.
We are touch, but be are also sight and scent.
We are all the senses masked by sweet pride.
We are a tempest of emotions
dancing to the rhythm
of our eternally thriving hearts.
And though we are inevitably wrong,
moving to different beats of similar drums,
our recital of pirouettes has managed
to create something beautiful.
- g.d.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
*The terracotta shines in the westerly sun
when the man and the woman
fly on the temple courtyard
on the wings of time.*
She touches the sculptured kiss
He stares at the ample breast
She blushes at the frozen mount
He awes at the curve and crest
She feels a longing to be his
He wishes seizing her for a kiss.
*Shadows grow long on the burnt clays,
time to go separate ways.*
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Body against my aching bones.
Breath I've waited so long to feel whispering down my neck sweetly.
Stuck scents
Warm lips, heavy hands.
Under nights sheets I forget everything.
I forget how badly i was breaking
I forgot how long you knew My heart ached for you
I forgot how much i knew down inside that you would take anyones love besides from mine.
I forgot
because
I need you.
Sweet lady, dripping in life
If you only knew
Through the cold nights, alone
I think of you, filling me up to the brink.
I hear your body and melt to nothing
Love!
The word so often used but never knowing fully
Dying
You don't know, nor understand.
That without you here, i can barely breathe.
After seeing your face today
dark
pale
You granted me no smile
No laughter
Even your pitiful Awes hurt.
My poems, my music
Everything sounds so stupid now.
Pointless.
Empty.
Because all i keep hearing is your voice
All i keep thinking about
Long conversations
Wrapping your arms around me every day.
I need that again.
I can wait longer.
I feel almost crazy.
Being this way.
I know what it is.
The love throbbing through me.
How dumb are you?
Still not seeing that i love you so **** much that i could cry for hours and still not get everything out.
Perfect to others, but to you.
Nothing.
Nothing but a common friend.
I fret thinking what I'm doing wrong.
What I'm not doing right.
Then sit emotionless, wondering why Someone
Someone who has never even had an inch of love for me in this world filled of billions
Someone who will possibly never feel the same for me
Someone who sees me as just.
As just another person just passing through.
I could care about
love
adore
need being there.
They say the first one hurts.
Then i think back to that night.
You still felt nothing.
I feel pathetic.
I feel stupid.
I feel so much.
I dont even know what to do, or say to you.
You act like you just want me to leave.
So hard explaining to you that i can't
so i write stupid horrible poems about love.
"Love"
What is love?
Something red?
Blue?
Love is everything
every piece
every smile
every hug
every song
Love is you.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Write me a poem
Of the wonders and awes
Of loving and being loved.
Write me a poem
Of hummingbirds
Of sirens and beating hearts.
Write me a poem
Of how the sun
Compliments my eyes
Write me a poem
Of how like the moon
I illuminate the night sky.
Don't write me a song
Don't write me a letter
Why are you being so obscure?
Write me a poem
Write me your answer
Don't leave me with an
Empty sheet of paper.
Now all's white
And all's black
I wrote you a poem
But you never wrote back.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
(campfire poetry) WE ARE FIRE, WE COULD BE WATER
Flickering, fluttering, licking all it touches
Through another log it goes;
Spreading warmth, consuming everything,
Atoms and particles
Splitting and shifting in throes.
Fascination, energy at its purest.
An open flame, made malleable
By the hands that feed it or quench it.
There is no greater exhibition
Of something as infallible
In its awe-inspiring might
It is an eternal fight
Between that which is to be consumed
And that which is to be construed
Into something new, and different.
And so, we are one with the element
That awes us and terrifies us at the same time.
Our life is built
On the graveyard of our ancestry;
Our homes are powered
Through the sacrificial burning of past lives.
The food we eat is life from our perspective,
Yet it is death itself for all else.
The trees we cut down, the animals we torture,
The lives we take, the populations we uproot;
Our way of life is an endless reenactment
Of an ant being crushed by a boot
No life is sacred, all can be loot.
We are fire, we could be water;
A more gentle element than most.
A soothing, balming agency
Like the overachiever who dares not boast.
Both are harmful in excess,
Both can be destructive,
Only one is restorative.
And so, we choose to be fire;
We torch, burn, consume,
Until all that is around us
Transitions to its post-human state.
A lifeless mass of black and grey,
An emotionless, bottomless decay.
Alas, as these ruminations grind to a halt,
I find myself desperately looking for the fault
That has created the chasm that brought us here.
Where exactly did we go wrong?
How did we go from being masters of our fate
To this dark, ominous presence
That shrouds all there is?
The Renaissance, the Enlightenment,
and all the revolutions that were and will be;
The great men and women who dedicated their lives
For a better future.
To you, we should apologise - although it wasn't all in vain,
There still is a thousand-mile journey
One that has not gone very far.
And so, we choose to be fire,
When we could be water...
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
The waves dance lithe against the sullen shore
Brushing my feet with deep aquamarine
The air is sweet, the gulls among clouds soar
To take their place mid this tropical scene
The breeze is cool, the tide is calm, amid
The gold, gold sand hides lustrous ruby *****
The sun is high, between the palms it hid
Where soared and flapped snow-white the clouds like flags
As we sit on the beach, a place of bliss
I kneel closer and place a gentle kiss
The waves, like white horses gallop across
The soft, swishing sands, a castle of gold
Rises above the sand to many awes
Of those people who this palace behold
A lovely grandeur built by you and me
With love, a rope that twines our hearts as one
With threads of truth, of trust, of harmony
With the outlandish thread that old call fun
And we would sip cocktails, refreshing
As eventide came forth on her bright wing
And then we would walk cross the folding white
Of the pure, stainless, foam-washed, serene coast
Bespattered with the paints of evening, bright
Before the night shall come just like a ghost
And then when the moonbeams kiss the sea, deep
We’d go back to our hotel room where we
When all things are now quick and sound asleep
Will look up at stars from the balcony
And we’d kiss there beneath the silver moon
A sweet, last ending to our honeymoon
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
fogs on the pond,
gleam like fire on a voile.
awes flying with comets,
painting upon a starless sky.
lily pads silvered,
blue night young with shivers.
dulcet tone of the harp croons,
melodic like a poet's rhymes.
crystallized blood sweet of mist,
lingering on her lily-white ribs.
in the land where Mozart's energy sought,
in staccato his beauty fought.
To the doors,
the moors hide;
behind the half-light,
the garden ripe.
in fey music, in sullen mist,
the agonies and myths,
together in all
bequeath,
to the flow of a rosary's beads.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
There's a Dove
That casts no shadow
Of its story I will tell
It has flown to
Highest heaven
It has sunk to
Lowest hell
It is pure as
Sparkling snowbanks
It could melt them
Like the Sun
In the end, as at beginning
Over evil, Victory's won!
It will fill your
Soul with longing
It is the End
'Fore time's begun.
There's a Lion
On the prairie
He has strength
That over-awes
In His Face
You'll see compassion
He forgives
Egregious flaws
You can find
Your comfort, solice,
You could sleep
Between His paws
He is ferocious
He's Protection
He is gentler than a lamb
Yet he has the
Greatest power
For he is God -
The strong I AM.
There's a Rose
Within a garden
It's blood red,
For It's been torn
The Rose itself
Has greatest beauty
Tho It wears a
Crown of thorns
It is pure as
Light unblemished
It has grown
For death was born.
It has a scent
Beyond comparing
It has light
That shines within
It has died,
And yet is living
With it's fade
It took your sin
Come, all you
So weak and weary!
All three of these,
The trinity,
Will come into
Your life together
Give you eyes,
That you may see!
Yes, come, bring
All your broken places,
Your heart, or so
The Bible goes,
You'll find help
You will find healing
*The Dove, The Lion,
and The ROSE.*
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/24/2017
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
I stuttered I stared
I touched something,
Something for which I thought I no longer cared
In the midst of oo’s and awes
In the lines drawn
I drew myself outside the frame
So did I lose it?
Am I reckless?
Do I wantonly pursue it?
Is the door closed or has it just been modified
Was I right the whole time?
Could I be wrong now?
To quote myself
I dig, I dig on the hidden her
Stunned by the private truth
The honest portrayal of self I saw
That thing I touched when I was invited in
I went but I only toed the water
Should I have dove into the deep
I stuttered I stared
You touched in me something
Something for which I no longer cared
In the midst of panic and fear
With a gauntlet drawn
I pushed and broke away
I may have lost it
Reckless in my thoughts and actions
Would you still use it?
My closed doors now open
You were right the whole time
I want what I think to be wrong now.
I stutter I stare…
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC
A perfect end to perfect day.
The sun has set, is on her way
To pleasure others; never stay.
We borrow every ray.
And once again the darkness
Flows, the breeze has turned a force that
Blows the day away, each creature
Knows: An infant thunder grows.
I went to bed to catch some sleep,
But once again the skies do weep
And here, instead of slumber deep
Awake myself I keep
To witness such magnificence,
As lightning's dance in radiance.
It draws for me omnipotence;
It awes my every sense.
So here I lie with cat on bed
Who doesn't even raise her head
When Tor throws hammer up
Ahead. Cares only that she's fed.
Such comfort I have found I find
In Nature seeming most unkind.
And nearly dizzyingly unwind
From daytime, now behind.
My eyes turn heavy to the sound
Of power unlike any found
Within the skies or on the ground.
I'm safe, there's gods around.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Between my awes at the centuries old sculptures
She was lost from my sight.
Maybe a minute only I thought
But why she should roam alone?
Against my wish I fought
To call her on the cellphone.
Should I go to track her out
Peeping through windows’ iron bars
But spoke in me a voice of doubt
Unnecessary she couldn’t be gone far.
108 dark holy spires
She could be under any of them
Caught in the winter’s desire
For a round of hide-n-seek game.
Sometimes a minute could be eerily long
For the shadows of fear to haunt you
What if the wait’s end never comes along
And she forever remains out of view.
Didn’t know when she quietly stood behind
Her nudge gave me a start
*I know what now occupies your mind
Those displays of the ****** art!*
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
So while I was enduring hordes of fear, the path to clarity eventually became clear
Because all I needed was for you to be here.
I've always held you dear, wishing you were near, or that next to me you could reappear.
Sometimes I can't even bring about a smile as I gaze in the mirror.
It helps to be aware of the happiness you've attained.
I know I once brought the feelings unto you, and I still feel a little strange.
Locked up tight in a cellar in my heart, the feelings have remained.
Thinking of the years they've sustained, I pray for situations like This we could be trained.
Next to none know of the magic when we stared into each others' eyes..
Everything happened so fast, but it was a more-than-delightful surprise!
Even as ships capsized, I knew somehow we still had our ties.
But I felt lost for so long, probably because of my emotionally driven tries.
A ray of sunshine, a beautiful soul.
A piece of my heart you inadvertantly stole.
With such a little role, potentially never again will I be or feel whole.
I'm unaware of my own control, and to myself I have taken a toll.
Your spirit lifts me enough to want to make improving myself the goal.
Whether or not again our paths cross..
I am making peace with the time lost,
Though still wishing our moments were equipped with a pause,
While regretting never fully telling you how many times you left me with awes..
I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.
I'd hoped I could blame things on a miscue,
But instead I take solace in time I misused.
All I've ever wanted to know is,
Did you ever feel any of this too?
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
you came to me,
and told a poem
you've wrote for me
i didn't like it
for it lacked
some kind of wit
that i was finding
another fellow came to me
and wrote the same kind of
poetry
i loved it, not because
it's lovely
but because his looks
were charming
i brushed you off
not knowing why
for maybe i was being
sly
i got too busy looking
at facades to later
then be filled with awes
when i should be looking
at the innermost that i
could live to be engrossed
to see you now
writing poems, which are good
to read utmost
but those words that are written
aren't for me no more
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
I was raised under shield and gun
Looked in my fathers eyes and grew under thumb
Theres awes for mah stalls
Hug and hold you in our paws
for the cause
we pause for this applause
I make friends
I get blown
I make friends
I go home
I make friends
and get shown
the Dark side
of the moon
skip tracks
forget facts
neural lightning
get stacked
I end my cigarrete
and grab my beer
Wander in horror
Its my self that I fear
Salty frozen pearls glimmer
in the passing, fading carlight
I keep rooted in the shadow
and stay running from mah fright.
It knocks in my head
never alone
it follows my steps
crucial loss of character
in need of a seraph
some sort of
charsimatic actor
some sort of
emblematic factor
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
A day in love is like a thousand years,
With a heart beating but time moves no more.
I know the timelessness of loving you,
Is God-like as in Psalms ninety verse four.
To be in love with you gives me my soul,
Your love is the breath of life from Heaven.
The love my lungs breathe is like the spirit
God breathed in Genesis two verse seven.
Your love shows me mercy, grace, good and truth,
Patience, forgiveness and absence of hate.
It awes me like when God showed Himself in
Exodus thirty-four seven and eight.
The more I love you the simpler it gets,
It’s something I just naturally do.
Love’s forever inscribed in my heart like
Jeremiah thirty-one thirty-two.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Exhausted, she runs
chasing the sunset that awes
and renews her strength
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
Music
Busted by the groove the Wolf man’s got your ears Johnny Mercer brings tears throughout the years
Kissed by the lonely lullaby it embodies the empty spaces draws from shadows and evokes gentle sighs
Hear the pleading moving soul of one tortured by a memory through the instrument and voice it bleeds
In the cold world a tune decidedly changes moods brings unquestionable comfort a safe harbor it buys
Trade the dull the common for the images set to pace they spill they emerge they dance freeing to all
Torn air in this space the wayfarer the drifter slips on the invisible current anytime or hour its glorious sunset
The inner called it listens with formable grace it blends all to magnificence and lives in highest taste
The source abridged by your convenience it can say more or less your interpretation decides its state
Fix the volume find a tucked away place the room fills with all manner of trips and promises of returns
Listen to that horn blown out of the delta or those sacred streets of the greatest cool bourbon Street
A little Sacmo what a wonderful world and don’t forget to honor and extol the other horn Lena Horn
Slides and rifts they were and are the greatest gifts every one given a stage all leaves lasting wonder
The crescendo reached then the fall what imagination stirred to the maxim highs and depths what awes
Take stir my heart give it all you’ve got don’t give it back in a few make it last only return it when it’s full
Hard as stones soft as Eddie money you get a thrill they show you the road it used to cost a juke box dime
I hear one in the dorm grooving to the Cat all space filled as the waves sweetly moved by a quiet storm
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:25 AM UTC
two beings,
into one.
a collision like how the sun meets the horizon,
in a beautiful blend.
the beauty awes everyone,
yet are there those against,
those who want the sun up higher,
not to wander anywhere near the vicinity of the horizon.
-l.c.g.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC