"beleaguer" poems
is what I tell them, now.
"I am only going to hurt you.
I promise."
I will laugh with you
and I will let you see my core,
and you will want so terribly much
to be a part of me
you will do almost anything.
"I told you not to."
I will let you in.
I will open myself completely
and make myself vulnerable at your feet.
You will trust me.
" Stop."
I will tell you about my family
and you will meet them.
You will think you understand me.
Did you think I was lying when I told you I was a piece of ****
I ******* told you.
I'll make you feel like the most beautiful
woman in the universe.
You will know in your bones
that I am yours alone.
It will be magical and true,
at the time.
We will be in love with each other. Madly, crazily, undoubtedly and completely in love and it will be the most wonderful and pure and good thing that has ever happened to us both and we will pledge eternal loyalty to each other and we will both mean it and we will be happy beyond our comprehension.
Then... I will
change.
I will grow tired of you.
I will become distant.
I will become indifferent.
I will become cruel.
You will be confused
and cry
and plead and pout and sulk and berate and beleaguer.
You will question yourself
and your motives, like it was your fault or your failing
when it was neither.
If it makes you feel better,
I will apologize.
I won't mean it though.
Not all the way, not like I should.
It was just me
being me
and doing
exactly
what I said I would.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
I beleaguer myself as I brood
my inconsequential
narcissistic fantasies
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
I’m trying to escape this fate.
That these people laid out for me.
They attack and the make,
What I do not want to fake.
Its their fault I say,
That the sad people are forced to smile,
That the dead people are forced to hell,
That my sins are forever and awhile.
I want to make you laugh,
And yet I only make you sappy.
You pity me and secrete my very being,
You look down from your perch on high,
And you tell me what is what,
And who I’m supposed to be.
But it is not written in stone.
And I’ve never been very friendly.
If I come across a fork in the road,
Heck, I’ll make my own.
Don’t follow me either,
I want anyone to beleaguer.
But isn’t it sad you think,
That deep inside,
I realize in my self conflicatory mise,
That I have only my shadow to reside beside,
Only my mind to hide behind.
The scars they run deep,
And with every shallow heart beat,
I realize I’ve lost my life already,
Just standing still waiting.
You try to create,
You try to leave something behind,
But you fail in every image you make,
With every mistake a little bit more irate.
You’re a failure, its meaningless, to no try to fake.
Just give up, desist, do not resist.
Be like me say one thing and do another.
Forget.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
They harass me,
They hound me,
They tease and pester and
Beleaguer me
You know what?
I don't know who I love, and that's o-kay.
Nowadays,
Society has these expectations
They want you to love
But what's love worth if you always have it?
Why do I have a problem if I'm not in love?
Why do I have a problem if
I haven't won the lottery?
Love should be something rare,
The pulchritudinous needle in the haystack,
Maybe we've got'
To take a step back;
Maybe this obsession
(With obsession)
Is just diluting love,
Turning thick red blood
Into worthless cursèd water.
When I love,
I'll scream it on the rooftops
I'll holler to the heavens
I'll thank God, I'll curse God,
I'll be running around roaring
Declarations of Love
But not now--now, I don't love.
And now, I'm fine.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
*Darling please encumber
My heart with strains of
Robust, consuming love;
I’ll carry the burden.
Toss me face-first into
Your boiling pool of ripe
Seduction; drown me
In its piquant waters.
Drag me to the pulpit
Of your sins; Bury my
Lips with myriads of
Sweet couverture kisses.
Gnarl my brittle feelings;
Beleaguer me with chaff
& teasing; conquer my
Heart & claim it as your own!
J’ai besoin de toi.
I need you!*
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Crimson Scintilla and
Acrid steaming
Pick up speed
Down the slope.
beleaguer
The cottages
Without warning
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Who has not pondered their last hour
When Death points to our name on his scroll?
As we slowly wilt like summer's last flower,
What concerns will beleaguer the soul?
Who will be waiting to guide me
Down the hallway, just beyond that door
That allows passage to Eternity?
On gilded wings, will my spirit soar?
What questions will be permitted?
Will my heart discover what it seeks?
Will every fault and error committed
Flash before my eyes like lightning streaks?
Will death be unencumbered sleep,
Final escape from the bonds of Earth?
Or will we recall things that made us weep,
And all the joys that gave life its worth?
Will the flowers of love still bloom?
Though I've never carried the bouquet,
Might I be granted one blossom's perfume,
Or will denial once again hold sway?
Should I be granted one query,
With much angst I must inquire of Death:
This heart that expired alone and weary,
Will it find its peace with my last breath?
But should fragments of life still course
Through this clay, allowing pain to seep,
Then I must implore of the Divine Source:
End this game! grant me eternal sleep
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Winter let you down again.
Hidden in layers, still your thin skin
Breathes in every particle, every wave.
In the heat of every symbol of love
You grow cold and depraved.
Beleaguer every drum,
Every instrument of calm
Until you are left with your breath
And what happens when it is gone.
Smoke a cigarette
When your mind will not rest,
Unwind in the secondhand sheets,
The daily reminder
Of your ineffable lack of sleep.
The pills that you take;
The ache of routine.
The panic button,
The false alarm,
A new lease of life
That swiftly lost its charm.
The talisman of a heaven-sent sign;
Extinguish the stars
For the city light lullaby.
Hear the ocean in waves of traffic,
Hear the truth in interludes
Interceded with static.
Hold fast to the tracks
You have trod before,
The pyrrhic loss,
Each opened door
That seemed to close
Each time you reached out,
Each time you fumbled for change
In your pockets of doubt.
Winter let you down again,
A dalliance with autumn,
Your terminal friend.
In the heat of love,
You grew cold for shelter.
Away from your moods
That shift with the weather.
Away from the rain that follows the storm,
Another surrender;
Another false dawn.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
There is a wound that sits behind the eye
Triad tonality, a fearsome sigh
Plucks a ****** chord
Lyric’d by the word “why?”
Acid fingers grin in lust
Anticipating another ****** into the belly
Of time gone by
Hot skin taut and merely waiting
For suicides to release their hands
In the chain their concert makes
Eternities in some hellish waste lived in only seconds.
How strong the forces are!
So steep a severing blow!
Still fresh a carrion scar, festering miles still to go
To beset the pinkest eves
This blade of regret
Within a greater narrative,
Tiny little vignettes
Armed in fashion of drunken odes
Those promises sworn to keep
Accompanied by such pathos woes
Accoutered, finally, in weep.
Brandished when it’s not so fresh:
This minor paring of my flesh
Gleaming in the summer laughs
To caterwaul my gaff, or plural if you like
The humor undercuts enormity
Or screams on shafts in biting breezes
This lived-in clime
I, this prey, displeases.
Unsheathed, the memories, in jovial acts of war
Besiege, beleaguer, the since-immured
True blood and guts long-since obscured
By friendliness, camaraderie
Intentions jester-pure
Trick suppressing-shields raised, jaundiced wills will not deflect
No blade or arrow of regret.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
A mighty man
With an army of strenght
A warrior against those
Who fought against and not with
As he led his men
He fought bravely in battle
No one ever defeated him
War was his passion
He was not just brute strength
He was a cunning man with intellect
Bloodshed was not all he sought
Alliances is what this beleaguer wanted
But when it’s time to for him to spill enemies blood
A sword is swung and he attacks with fury
He shows no mercy as rage fill his eyes
Do not get in his way, you will end up dead
Battle was his playground
And he never lost
He was the bravest warrior
To walk the land
His legend now lives on for good
Though he is one who long lost past
He still leads his men to battle
As a warrior’s spirit never dies
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Amalgamate your love to mine.
There's no more faith.
There's no more time.
Gorge our brethren,
Our sisters true.
There's no more hope
For saving you.
Demented? Maybe.
But love tastes so sweet.
Love is simply remorsed.
My love is antiquated.
My felonious crime
To steal your heart
Seems to be outdated.
The caricature of a heart so nice.
It tastes much better when ordered off ice.
I try not to beleaguer you.
Its not my intensions at all.
But sometimes,
Humans have this problem of over picking a scab until it falls off.
And darling,
If I pick at you,
The pain only hones.
Its worse to the pain that now
My pain is drone.
Used to the pain of a flesh eating heart.
'O Romeo, Tis only a start.
Of vast suffering
Of a flesh eating wound.
Save me, 'O blood stained Romeo,
Or meet your destined doom.
Dally if you must,
But please keep in mind.
The ****** of yours is the only I can find.
Your love being relief for my pain.
Darling.
Please let me hear you speak my name.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
I hiss and withdraw
lacerated
to the core
retreating behind my thicket
of thorns
fangs bared against
beleaguered attempts
to shred the serendipity
I've fought relentlessly
to nurture.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Amidst the ship that sinks,
Swells engorge in azure,
Heretofore me thinks,
"Be you captain or a passer?"
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
“I bellowed for aid in the night and no one came,
Within the sound they hear his strong might,
Silent thoughts whisk as magically could be sung,
Give no thanks to the stun of their ears in site,
If I were to take my life tonight would anyone care?
Dignity and great honor typhlotic makes him go forth,
He shall be gone of these worldly thoughts if I so dare,
Shall he now unseal his burdens and proceed north,
My foresight of falsehood may travel aloof in the sea,
The leaves crisped with frost break from the trees,
Traveling through realms of the brooks along rivers edge,
If he were never to be heard of or seen would anyone care?
I could have found my way if only some love had stayed,
It seemed that those around me could no longer give a bane,
A sea expanded by endless brine a sweet chant of rolling tides,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea for now it’s just the sea an me,
Beloved streams beleaguer of cerulean water and crystalline drops,
Specter of watery veins throughout the harbors now to comfort me”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/27/2018 ©
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC