"beeming" poems
She's like a field of wildflowers, beautiful, untamed
When the winter comes, I still will love her just the same
Beneath the veil of snow, I know she still remains
Waiting patiently, to be washed clean by spring rains
She's something like the sun, rays of warmth and love are beeming
I'm more like the moon, its hard to shine when I'm not feeding
Off of the light extending out, when it hits I have no doubt
I could live this life alone, but will not live this life without,
My wildflower
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
There are infinite forevers
in your eyes
shimmering granulated particles
dance with
swirling emotions
beeming infinite I love yous
transcendent
of words still unsaid.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
without a word
you can turn me
from my path,
leading me astray
and then another
minute, hour, day is gone.
you do one little thing
and my mind
becomes a blank canvas,
for you to draw
your funny little cartoon pictures on.
you can turn your head
and glance my way,
and i just melt
and commit with heart overwhelmed
to watching you play
and grow.
there will be a day,
far too soon,
when you will find,
my love for you,
awkward and embarassing. this i know and accept.
but for now, i can lose myself,
basking in the sunshine
of your love.
you are just
a little man right now
but you give a...
whole world of love
and a dollop of joy
and a sprinkle of hope,
in that happy, beeming, sunshine on a rainy day, smile.
you are my little, big, love
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Happiness is merely the control of depression. Acknowledge depression as a necessary existence in your life. Letting it run its course and violently destroy in silent mayhem. Letting its pain, its blank, numbness of all feeling whilst at the same time in unexplainable fashion, the most horrendous type of pain ever felt, happen. Let it feel as if, all that which once burned so beautifully within you crumbles as ash in your blood. Ash being evidence passionate fires once danced there.
However, don't ******* dare let depression control how you bask in the bliss of its absence. Bask with dance, bask with that one song you always blast in the car with your best friend and as soon as it comes on, you just look at each other and sing loud with your head out of the car window, bask in bliss as if you were the sun that basks in clear blue skies.
Sharing a shine which somehow seems brighter, with the songs of the birds playing tunes of a deeper love, and the warmth of rays you've always liked yet took for granted become ever so lovely following a harsh, seemingly endless winter.
Let depression happen, it's never for forever. You can't control when depression will come, just as we can't control the weather. Like the clouds, depression will leave the sky in time to bask in more sunshine.
Things will get better, it will all happen naturally. Depression will come and go in an endless loop throughout life, though, like a pesky fly trapped in a room it will blindly and anxiously wisp and weave its way deep within our souls, but like flies depression will always look for a way out. Even if we open the door immediately, flies will move with anxiety, they want to leave though don't realize a wall is there until they've already hit it. They'll linger, get lost and give up for awhile. We can open the door and watch with anger until we come to mirrior the fly, become anxious, why won't this fly leave? Maybe this fly is here to stay? You wake up everyday to sunshine beeming in your face, until one day you could no longer ignore it, so you open your door to leave and enjoy it, coming home to notice the fly left with you, and didn't come back. Happiness is merely holding the door open for depression to leave.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
In the land of purity and bliss...
I left my soul in the purb of gist...
While busy collecting the broken pieces of my heart...
I stumbled upon this beautiful majestic art...
With sunken eyes and thoughtless motion...
I watched it bloom in the middle of the ocean...
Oh what a night to see this tremendous light...
With such radiants beeming the entire night...
Whoever catches this glimpse of tonight...
Shall forever seek to see this night after night...
©sim
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
I am like a coiled nerve made of hair.
I am yellow-green hue glowing here.
I am the determination of Superman's eye.
I am a planet in the sky.
I am the top-back of head pulled stiff.
I am gray shapes and shades of shadows and stuff.
I am a shape seen as a child.
I am a texture soft and mild.
I am a heart that wants another.
I am her crimson, her purple, her blue.
I want it all to make love with you.
I am the pupil of her eye.
How much I want to feel her skin.
I want to kiss her chin.
I want this all sanctified from place and time.
I want her to mesmerize my spine.
I want to hold her in my mind
Like beholding a diamond as mine.
I want to see her eyes glow.
I want to see her all bundled up in the snow.
I want to ram my ***** down her pantry.
I want to hold her hips as it gets juicy.
I want to hear her moan as I *********
I want to make her ***** and frustrate.
How many times her beauty made me shed a tear.
How many times I want to hold her dear.
She makes my will jello.
She makes time slow.
Is it really time wasted to entertain her beauty?
To think of her naked *** so creamy?
I am this woman that won't leave my vision.
I feel her esteem's syncopation.
Yes, with this I get high on lust.
I am this shade that is in and around my head.
My brow is as an umbrella or the folliage of a tree,
While my jaw is the ground where I sit and see.
My crown is the sun beeming down on all this.
I never get to fully see what heated spirit can be.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 12:31 AM UTC
Look me in the eyes and let me take you in.
Let me feel your warmth across my skin,
I need to be close to you, seeing the galaxies in your eyes.
My life is beeming, I hope this wont be my demise.
Let me breathe you in,
feel your life circle within.
I want to feel your entirity until I am all done.
Touch me as I touch you, feeling as one.
Feel my soul, as my heart starts to pound, knowing that I cant even make a sound.
I smile, thats all I can do, when inside I just shriek.
Oh god, you make me so weak..
I want to be on your elemental plane,
touching and feeling you all over again.
I want to see into your soul,
touch every atom of your whole.
Send my sorrow, send my happiness, send my love for you.
In return to feel your pain, your joys, until our time is through.
We are spirits endlessly circling our own oblivion,
but you make me feel as I can actually live again.
The flowers are blooming in my soul.
Burning embers, just like coal.
Learning, trusting and seeing my way,
I may be entering into a brand new day.
I need to be close to you and feel your breath against my skin.
I want to give you everything that I have ever been..
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
I am the forest,
I know this to be true.
Cicadas singing, an orchestra for two.
Feel the music inside of you.
Dance with me tonight,
let your body free.
I will take you in,
out of your misery.
Sing your heart, sing your soul,
we all want to feel your whole.
Spirits dancing, playing about.
Shh, be careful not to shout.
The moonlight shining its warm, honest beems,
to let you swim in our beautiful streams.
Love us, as we love you,
The circle of life, giving unto you.
Dance with me tonight,
and let your body free.
Take in me, the almighty.
Feel my dirt under your toes,
smell the freedom in your nose.
Dance and let your wings come free,
feel me in my entirety.
Breathe me in, hear my sounds,
know nothing is out of bounds.
I am the forest,
almighty and strong.
Hear my music all night long.
Feel the wind flow through your hair,
run real fast with out a care.
Look at me, with all of my beauty,
animals, my habitants, with no fury.
Loving one another, playing about.
Hey look, the sun's come out!
Leaves and flowers, soaking it in,
beeming and gleeming seeing their new friends.
Caterpillars munching a leafy snack, squirrels hopping over the cracks.
Some are falling asleep, while others are fighting to make their keep.
Exploring and investigating every sound,
joyful with every bound.
Cicadas still singing, an orchestra for two.
Mating and creating, something new.
I am the forest,
I know this to be true.
So when am I going to meet you?
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody
The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges
But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me
I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze
I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned
I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses
Look at the empty cars, the empty lives
And sit with my empty tears
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC