"bre" poems
Fragile night
prisoned sorrow
Bleak future
loveless life,
Dream distant
Passion severe
Path thorny
Destination unclear,
You leaving
no one around
need you most
You not around
adrift, ashore
alive, in control
I'm not mad
and bad
and mad,
Not missing you,
Your absence
is
not desirable
I'm not breakin...
I mean bre...brek...breeeeeeekkk...br...ing
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 4:54 PM UTC
.
oo
oo
oo
oo
o oo
oo oo
ooo ooo
ooo ooo
oooooooooooo
oooooo
**•an
eternity it
seems like•dang-
ling your hook in the
sea of life•hoping for bre-
am, salmon or pike•one of
which would make the perfect
wife•many a fish in rivers and lakes
•plenty more awaiting in oceans and seas•
many would do whatever it takes • battling
the days' heat and nights' breeze • wishing
upon many moonbeams•followed by
• the passing of indifferent •
sun-rays •waiting an
entire lifetime
it seems
•just to
finally land
that coveted catch
of the day
• •**
.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
I can’t sleep at night
I’ve got elements I’m facing
And in my dreams I need it most to see this vision that I’m chasing
And if I wander deeper against this grain
Will I split this earth in two,
Maybe I was born in cycle, maybe I am recycled youth
Still
I can’t sleep at night
That’s when the lost come knocking
Sleep is what is needed most
A rest from a view that I am blocking
Resist the temptation to be tired
Because it comes and goes throughout the day -
Sleepless nights, up late wondering when I will stop standing in my own way
But still
Sleepless nights
I can’t sleep
Sleepless nights
Set me free
Sleepless nights
Lie a-wake
Sleepless nights
Stand in my-way
And tomorrow is here but for the moment so I get up to live the day
Another round of forgotten souls harvest the moon’s decay
And these sleepless night keep me from seeing a life from a brighter point of view-
I can’t sleep at night
So the next day is never new.
~Bre Womble
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
Day 1: Blithe
(bl-I-the); happy or joyous
"I'm sorry but I'm rather blithe right now. It was nice to meet you."
Day 7: Convivial
(kon-viv-ve-ul); friendly, lively, or enjoyable
"The room spikes from dull to absolutely convivial just from your precence, darling."
Day 15: Pulchritudinous
(puhl-kri-tood-n-uhs); extreme physical beauty
"You look absolutely pulchritudinous tonight."
Day 16: Love
(luhv); an intense feeling of deep affection
"I love you."
Day 30: Veridical
(vuh-rid-i-kuhl); truthful; veracious
"This isn't how it used to be, if i'm being completely veridical"
Day 45: Simulacrum
(sim-yuh-ley-crum); a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness
"You were just a simulacrum for real love!"
Day 49: Lugubrious
(luh-goo-bre-us); full of sorrow or sadness
"Will the lugubrious feelings ever stop?"
Day 50: goodbye
(good-bi); used to express good wishes when parting
"Goodbye..."
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
A breakdown in the system
Doesn't seem to bother me
I'm too busy payin the bills
To worry about others misery
Revolutions have to wait
Till all the parties get in line
But they're all still waiting on uniforms
That noone has yet .....to design
Working at cross purposes
From a thousand different ways
Just makes a working stiffs ....
......eyes go dull
Like they're walking in a haze
They hang like meat at the end....
....of the day
Shuffled along with all their toys
That shields them from the real real world
Behind a great wall
of consistent white noise
It will bring the world together
Said the spider king one day
And the world changed in a second
A thousand years faded away
While smoke hung like a curtain
And lightening lit the sky
Buildings crumble with ferocity
As people continue to die
Bringing the world together
Seems to push us more apart
Somehow it seems that every end
Is just...
...another new start
False starts beg the question
Is this the final dream we've sought
Cash in for what your buying
Cash out for what you've bought
Revolutions have to wait
For all the parties to get in line
I'm still too busy payin the bills
And now I'm working off my fine
A breakdown in the system
Doesn't seem to bother me
A breakdown in the system
Hope you're not counting on me
A breakdown in the systemmmm
A breakdown bre bre aaakdoooo........
In the syyysttteeeeeerdm.....
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
And it feels like
We're on the brink of something incredible.
I need your steady breath behind me as I lie awake at night
A gentle metronome, to solace me
as the twisting
root of doubt
thrives
in the darkness
delving
and
branching
from neuron
to neuron
Choking me wi th anxiety
until bre athing
be comes a
d istant
mem-
or-
y
But It's then
That I lean back
Against your chest
To touch the ebb and flow,
The rise and fall,
The simple, solid rhythm
Of your soul keeping time;
The only constant i'll ever need
Is You and Me.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
*THE SMELL OF YOUR HAIR MAKES ME WANT TO VO
MIT BUT THEN AGAIN SO DOES EVERYTHING. IF I BRE
ATHE IN ANY MORE OF THIS FILTERED AIR MY BILE W
ILL COVER THE CARPET. AT TWO IN THE MORNING I W
ONDER IF THE PORTLY MAN WHO ORDERED A SALAD
THAT HE DIDN'T REALLY WANT AT MCDONALD'S COU
LD TELL THAT THE GIRL HE ASKED TO SUPERSIZE HIS F
RIES PERFECTLY RESEMBLED A TEACUP WITH A CRACK
JUST BIG ENOUGH TO LET YOUR PRETENTIOUS ******
G BLACK COFFEE SPILL THROUGH. SHE RAN HER HAN
D ACROSS THE STAR TATTOOS HIDDEN BEHIND HER EA
R BEFORE SHE HANDED HIM HIS CHANGE AND I WONDE
RED IF I COULD OFFER HER A CIGARETTE BEFORE THE GR
EY VAN THAT LOOKS LIKE CONCRETE COMES TO TAKE HER
BACK TO THE JAIL SHE RESIDES IN. MY SKIN IS TURNING
THE SAME COLOR GREY AS THAT VAN AND I AM SEEING
NEW VEINS IN MY ARM AND I AM A SLOUCHED WITHER
ING ENSEMBLE OF DECAY DESTINED TO DIE IN A POOL OF
***** AND BURIED IN THE VERY EARTH THAT KILLED ME*
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
**fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,*
i like the type that'll
always make me la**ug
h ev**%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even tho*ugh
it'd burn and const*rict,
that, righ**t the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).
i like the typ*e that won't ob
se_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em through that kinda
m is e r ,y.)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
In{peace}ner
Yet again, I a(struggling)m to sleep,
Yearning for m(soul)y to keep.
Day by pa(day)ss with no remorse.
Death scouring the lands on his tire(horse)less.
There was Mar(First)cos,
There was Ka(Then)in.
De(coming)ath is for all of us,
As morale beg(wane)ins to.
Shots are fired in hot spu(sporadic)rts,
du(I)ck for cover as my shoulder hurts.
Blood flo(down)ws my arm as I grasp my gun,
I close my eyes as my comr(run)ades begin to.
I am paralyzed, planted in the ea(bunkered)rth,
My comrades car(me)ry as they flee.
I fig(sanity)ht, refusing to see my own worth,
As bullets fly by, in an endl(torrent)ess of maniacal glee.
The pain sears, racing through mi(my)nd.
Muscles, tissue, bone, to unw(beginning)ind.
Con(crosses)cern my comrade’s face,
As he looks at my pai(disgrace)ned.
Earth spews the gro(from)und to my right,
Launching us into the thick fum(air)ed.
I scream again as my pa(rears)in its roaring might.
My vis(fading)ion as my body lands on my earthen lair.
whi(Death’s)sper then did creep,
His bre(cold)ath in did seep.
I no pa(feel)in as I know its time,
To join m(mates)y, out here on the Rhine.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
allegedly I covet thee
forsooth the truth will set me free
from the ring you have for me
yea I ****** your best friend Bre
so please oh please stop stalking me
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:44 PM UTC
. he sid
. o un astro volá
. til naufragando so
. bre tus ex cusas,
. una presa de
. tu sinerg í
. a, un nebulo
. so intento de
. viaje marino
. que claudicó
. sin más. he
. intentado s
. obrevolar tu
. s estrellas una
. y otra vez, y nunca
. pude. he querido,
. si, y te he
querido,
pero no,
no he podido dejarte.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
I wish my heart could be
as innocent
as it once was
before it knew
h e ar t bre a k.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
expectations crowded my mind in the days when my desperation was sorta high.
it felt like i fitted in with the rest, fitted into their league of rash lovers and surface swimmers.
it started with a "had enough."
which led to me having to rush and led to my second decision and then it hit me hard on me but yet so soft and subtle--it seemed to be.
bothering and confusing, assumptions were made.
And they tormented me yesterday and the day before, and the day before....it nearly got me today.
i saw ________ again and i chose to shut my eyes, just not completely, i chose to slip by but not ignoring the fact that i knew ________ saw me at the corners of ___ eye.
i didn't even wave goodbye or smiled a "hi".
sigh, how could i forget, the making of a moon?
a laughter that made me cringe and sin,
a memory that never seems to fade away, a lasting portrait still swings in my mind today.
only when i see _____.
if i don't know i have let ___ down already, when ___ expected a nicely wrapped gift from me.
my heart and my chest was tied tightly together, and i seem to be unable to breathe, and i seem to pause only to know that i am sinking in, bre e e eeeeeeeee a t hing in.
i place them into
your hands,
i do not know what will happen, but i am rest assured in your plans.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
He
l i
u
m,
you were and I was
hy d r o g e n,
and together we
shone like
the
stars
The heat we made
whenever
we made contact and love
bre…
…athes
life to those who
bare witness
to
our
romance
But when,
when you left
me
in the center of this collapsing
b o
n
d
as you said you were
all spent and
done
I caved in
and tried to swallow
every ray of
~light~
we shed
d e s p e r a t e l y clinging
to what
was once
ours.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
When I lie down to sleep, I promise myself that you won't cross my mind.
But when i lay here in the quiet of the night, my thoughts slowly drift to you.
My mind wanders to moments past.
And I can still feel your touch on my skin.
I can feel the warmth of your sweet whispers absorb into my cheek.
I can feel your chest slowly rise and fall against mine.
And I can feel the warmth of your lips press to my hand before you drift off unto slumber.
My heart beats fast like it did when you put your hand over my chest.
I still can"t breathe when I think about not having you.
I know things have changed.
But those were my favorite days.
It didn't happen overnight.
But now I look back and everything is different.
My reality is without you.
But my thoughts and dreams allow you to swallow me up.
I miss your beautiful hands and your emerald green eyes that look straight into mine.
Like you can see my soul.
Hold me,
And let me hear you sigh in your sleep.
Hold me,
And let this love we have, this bond, this friendship thats so different...
Last forever.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC
Pieces of myself are
Bre
King
Off
Fix me please
Be
Fore
I
Am I too
Bro
Ken
Down
I only want to
Be
A
Live
I feel as if my
On
Ly
Chance
Will be if I can
Shut
My
Eyes
Now.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
Wipe me down Inside out
Turn the music up to drown Me out
Liberated women but no words come out.
Make me shiny, better than before/
This is the better way
Even maple trees, those of pine
Aspen, cherry, and oak
My rawness was beautiful, but needed a different touch
Wipe me down Outside in, I can't remember who I was Before-
Render to silence or invasive compliance
Our mothers are seeds of time
Having branches they want to climb
Now that I'm older-
Polish
Me
Down
I am a woman before my time.
~Bre Womble
5/30/2020
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
( )
> where drifts the self?
frore strath
where stalkers
drip their sultry rest
and our shoulders
thaw
into
the moor of dumb ”Earth”;
> where do the ARROWS lead?
to the soft cortège of gut
slunk in eve’s
inferring weave;
often whit’s
threnode
where bre^th ignores its end
> what stirs now?
wearing the guise of lack
[...]
ego, and
a patch of moss in sombre ”snow”
lurching
beyond limbs,
beyond need
> when loosens time?
the night clasps
thin as the sigh of origin
and i
(and we)
one sunken, shallow leaf;
do not rise /
do not recall
> none beside?
only the dreary,
detailed fatigue
of being
unmade, unmade...
> ▍
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
She
(my mother
is not of softness but is of steel reinforced concrete.
she will give what she feels is deserved.
nevermore {beg if you like}
neverless
regardless of the cost to herself.
. . but deep, deep
as fair as rock is she.
her greetings are tolerations. her goodbyes, predictions
- of my forseen failures.
. . still i seem to remember . .
a
* glimmer *
of a laugh, a
~whisper~
of a touch *so
very
long
ago . . /*
perhaps one day as she lies resting I will take my mothers hand
and kiss her upon her marble forehead
and speak "I love you mom"
and a single tear will drop from my face
onto her face
. . . and the coldness within her will bre-
-ak
and my mother will break.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Don’t coddle me.
I don’t like to be coddled.
In fact, I don’t like to be held.
I don’t like to be touched.
In fact, don’t breathe my air.
I’m coming down with something, it must be from here or there.
And please don’t try to conversant about the news like its traverse
You cannot sit at the table without a place to put it first.
Don’t coddle me like a child.
We both know we lost our way
Don’t speak to me in such numbers
Where it seems I’m not okay
Don’t twist my words or quarry
About my younger days
As if I don’t quite ponder what will become of my wicked ways
Don’t coddle if I’m so intolerable
Don’t call if the time is not just right
Don’t feed me to the world
Just to hide me from viewers sight
And grace reflects my mere impeachment
Lets not forget about my lucky stars
Don’t count them in their glory,
Then question where they are
Don’t nurture me into success just to strip it all away
Don’t treat me like a doll
Then give me of which no house to play-
In fact, you shouldn’t coddle; when heavied from all of which I’ve weeped
What use is it to coddle- when the wicked get no sleep.
-Bre Womble
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
st
ru
ct
ur
e
structure in 5 paragraphs(5 perfect paragraphs)
you see, it's
l
e
t
t
e
r
s
on a conveyor belt
letters organized organized organized
into words organized organized organized
into paragraphs organized organized organized
into papers(into perfection)
assembled into Perfection,
is it human?
NO!
you *******
it's not.
humans cannot
willnot
be anything close to perfection
all this organizing is only dehumanizing
if it leads to something that one cannot achieve
if one says something is ABSOLUTELY PERFECT
2 billion others will say
f*ck you
you're wrong
and you probably are
either way
majority rules
everything
is
a true imperfection
for there is always a time when the conveyor belt bre aks
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
Bones-Let’s let them be dry and ******
As if that be the way they were found
Let them crack and fracture and bruise, amongst the concrete ground
Let them have their space to break and wither away-
Let’s turn the other cheek-while behind us they quickly decay
And then let’s use their fossils for fuel, weapons or laddels in every size
As simply as to stir the *** and smug at their great demise
If not ashes to dust, then what'll be of our bones we fast to give away-
Sewn better than not, twist an arm for play-
But simple pleasures wither too, bones we toddle but dare not fix
Let them wonder how we toyed our hearts- like a feverish game of pick-up-sticks.
-Bre Womble
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
I believe in each and everyone of you will be blessed today.
I believe that you are children of the only True Living God.
I believe that love does conquer all, for God is love.
I believe that by faith I am saved , its true for all whom believes.
I believe that one day we shall meet and praise the Lord together.
I believe that Christ Mercies and Graces has not limits on it.
I believe that eacvh of you shall bre super-blessed today and always.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC