"broadens" poems
I know that I will never marry Jimmy Fallon or Donald Glover or Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
I know that despite the myths, Brussels sprouts taste awesome.
I know that one too many tequila shots will automatically turn you into a philosopher.
I know that the sun sets in the East and rises in the West (or is it the other way around?)
I know that I am most happiest when I'm surrounded by amazing friends in the unseasonably warm March sun and a banjo is playing.
I know that a smile straightens everything out.
I know that although you can't forget the past, you can't let it dictate your future.
I know that having *** for the first time is weird, and so is ****
I know that my hair is golden, my eyes are blue and I will never be stick-thin as hard as I try.
I know that there are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and 12 months in a year. But it never seems to be enough time to figure out who you are.
I know that people come and go but those that love and care for you will stay glued next to you no matter what.
I know that as much as it hurts, you will get over love.
I know that I will never have the courage to rap publicly.
I know that Kim Kardashian's *** is most likely not real.
I know that travel truly broadens the mind.
I know that I'm insecure and over analytical and anxious and easily frustrated.
But I know that I'm also passionate and determined and a hopeless romantic and a picky eater and a restless sleeper.
And above all:
I know that when I look at you I see past your eyes.
I know that when you're around I smile wider and laugh louder and flip my hair more often.
I know I dress nicer to remind you how beautiful you think I am.
I know that I forget to inhale and that the butterfly on my shoulder has to fly up to my ear and remind me to breathe.
I know that I care about you more than anyone.
I know that I let you into every pore of my body, every opening: my heart, my head, my...
I know that I am willing to jump in with my whole body and risk being drenched in water for you.
I know that I can make you as happy as you make me
But I know that you're scared and vulnerable and hurt
But if I'm sure of anything (and mind you, I'm not sure of much)
I know that I will hurt and be afraid and breathe with you to make you love me.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
The night has been commissioned
to awaken in me
the ubiquitous longing for your touch.
The mindlessness consumes me
when I wander from dream to dream,
fantasizing the ever after
that’ll mysteriously become present
once you touch.
The exuberant charm in every swipe
of the breeze broadens a smile,
reminding me of the endless passion
for good humor and intense delight
that you decree in large measures
whilst I quail in love.
It is diabolical, this game you play
of keeping in shadows
while I wither,
in the unremitting glare of the sun
that keeps me on the banks of the dark lake
leaving me with only
a few drops to wet my hand.
I will implore to have an end
to this ceaseless battle of restraint and abandon,
But am only left with a tremulous belief,
it is all not false what I see,
in the glorious mist that night casts,
I do not only sleep.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Sometimes
I sit
and I ask myself
selfish questions
important to me,
Me Alone.
They aren't all very deep.
But all of them,
Are about me.
Sometimes,
it is something
I wish I had
or that
I feel I need.
If my scope broadens
As it has in occasion
I think about another
Gone. Now.
These thoughts
are full circle
Back to me.
How I miss them
If they think of me?
if I ever will see them again?
Why they left me?
So selfish,
not to want
As I want.
When they are all
I seem to think about.
How lonely it is
for Me.
Why make Me feel
This way.
Nobody ever thinks,
About Me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
His eyes squinted
carefully scanning
three hazy photos
taken in black and white
undated of two mountains
rising behind a bridge
crossing a river
Was it France?
Arizona, Dakota
Probably not Dakota
Few hills there
Maybe along the Danube
Yet no signs of vineyards
along the river banks
Travel broadens one
with indistinct memories
Places that inspired
yesterday and today
remain as slight fabrics
and experiences
absorbed and fuzzy
resting in a corner
of his mind
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Some lack the intelligence to question.
Successfully saturated in meaningless pleasure.
Content with the everyday.
Is the answer found in ignorance?
In Bliss?
No, it is only constant escape.
A blindfold of euphoria.
The alpha enjoys life but never feels the need to understand fully.
In this new age there are those.
Those who bestow false titles on themselves.
Titles to distract for what they deem is personal happiness.
Happiness is a chemical distraction.
The avoidance of happiness lays bare the foundations of life.
Depression broadens the mind but overwhelms the individual.
Substance expands the mind.
New thoughts, new processes.
The key is not found in fungi.
Through it, the introduction to the question is bestowed.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
***"To all the fallen Kids, Heroes and Sheroes that fell victim to the massacre of June 16 1960, Sharpeville, Soweto…
Callings for new Seeds and Haloes, we pray for new Victors and Messiahs…coz still we ask “So where to?”***
Worthy knowledge deserves the one who will acknowledge, it found another, he was in shortage, threatened, he found joy in carnage.
Retaliation turned sour, as we shed tears for fallen heroes. Rest in peace to all the Petersens, the Malcolms and the Bikos.
Great minds edify and think beyond limits and sky.
This systematic routine of life laced with politics and economy infiltrates us numb, living in a liberated space and yet at times feeling so dumb.
To equip oneself with the truth, the past, broadens the mind with a quality that will seize to last.
A continent, must be God’s definition of art, beautifully authentic ancient dark civilization…envy must’ve burned the heart.
Propaganda made victims, a disease intended to chronic; now all that’s seen is reversed conscious, invincible and sonic.
Pride is you, continent, head up, chest up, we becoming confident. Mother of the soil shining naturally yet shining somewhat redundancy.
Reconciliation over retribution, an astounding virtue, still forging a social democracy.
Peace will be hard to find in this pandemonium world.
True healing comes from divine providence, I was told.
Male and female, human beings, we need to perceive each other like nature, true identity knows no stranger.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
It is the land that freemen till,
That sober-suited Freedom chose,
The land, where girt with friends or foes
A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government,
A land of just and old renown,
Where Freedom slowly broadens down
From precedent to precedent:
Where faction seldom gathers head,
But by degrees to fullness wrought,
The strength of some diffusive thought
Should banded unions persecute
Opinion, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute;
Tho' Power should make from land to land
The name of Britain trebly great--
Tho' every channel of the State
Should fill and choke with golden sand--
Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,
And I will see before I die
The palms and temples of the South.
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#I too will go to you, says the son
to the face of the father.
He broadens his smile
thin and gathering dust for long
as if to acknowledge
he always knew
one day his son would stand before him
resigned and weary
willing to join on his route.
The son sees his father's lips
move in the briefest prayer..
Welcome.#
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
THANKFUL
A PEACEFUL WAY TO BE
BROADENS OUR VISION
FOR THE NEXT DESTINATION
WE WILL SOON SEE
THANK
YOU
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Music broadens
Perimeters of the brain
Propels emotion
At times it instigates intelligence
Other times it broadens
The horizons of going insane
Afterall this life is but a walk
On an invisible chain
We sway from side to side
One side secured and mundane
The other side
Wise and insane
It is up to each individual
What he will choose to maintain
Where does your brain sustain?
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Tao gave rise to Te.
Tao gave rise to Chi.
We are Chi in Te in Tao.
We are Te in Chi in Tao.
Chi binds Te and Tao.
as Te binds Chi and Tao.
Our 'soul' is as a prism (chi)
to the light of the Tao
which scatters through our prism
into the spectacle of Te
which we observe and manipulate.
Through cultivation of Chi (T'ai Chi)
our prism becomes more pure and
our spectrum broadens and comes into focus.
We become all
as
all becomes one.*
*It is only once one sees that all is connected that one can become detached, yet one with the all.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 4:53 AM UTC
The revolution that burst out the rose of wind in the sand,
And for which Anemone bled in the field
Is now led by grave wisdom
Filling our lungs with incense’s rotten fume …
Birds are alarmed by the hissing of the leaves
The mole broadens the strategy of the pit,
And announces today the birth of his (nightly) ninety-ninth party
While, from a thousand sheds, echoes Surat The Merciful.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Tireless hours fleeting away with more vigor now than before
Tedium, wallowing helplessly, while I use my pick and keep digging
I’m digging to find the hidden agenda, the reason for me to survive
I’m digging to bury my past incarnation, I’m digging to conceal my life
My actions don’t follow me, they’ve blocked off the exit from the mine
And the shafts that hold the lumbering earth at bay seem indifferent
My self is the true menace
It despises my flesh and recants my existence
It lunges at me in the darkness, striking at me with its claws
My eyes glow ice blue in the reflection when I see him
And I tepidly back into the wall
As clods first break off and larger chunks follow
The grey skin of my self shimmers and the beast broadens its shoulders
He pounces as the ground crashes in all around us
My death is his beginning
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Moon, monstrous,
You illumine the Dark,
and through despair and woe,
you hide from our hearts,
whence we seek you.
Eons past,
that you derive from us,
yet you shall last
and yet control, as a plus.
Moon, empty!
Your shape revolves
such as a ball
that spins loftily
in display.
but as our appreciation develops,
and our knowledge broadens,
you shrink
when we may not see you.
Moon, Terrible!
Man seeks your shape for tourism!
Yet your patience remains high,
it must go thin,
and the powers invested in you,
will timely be unleashed
as though a tsunami,
that crashes upon a beach,
and surges forth liquid concrete
upon the hosts of Earth.
Yet, you remain patient,
but patient, for what?
Why do you stay yourself,
You do not come to us,
though you were born,
you be born from man,
and the theory true,
shall outlast your span
"Man made of equal, if another thing makes,
must return to the maker, lest the maker unmakes."
so why.
Why do you remain,
in starry night void?
O Moon,
you are wise,
and powerful,
I think, sometimes,
staring out my window,
into the cold black-winter
of space,
"Moon, I see you"
And feel excited,
then perversely fall asleep.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
Why bother with math,
When English is more exciting?
Why do the same old thing,
When English broadens your horizons
Imagination is set free,
Leading to plentiful ideas
That will expand into our future,
Effecting our daily lives.
You say math is the basis of life,
But that is a lie.
What is math without English?
Without ideas, math is nothing.
Numbers go to waste,
Science would never be put to the test,
History would be long forgotten.
English is the basis of life,
Nothing more.
For without ideas,
Where would our world be?
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
I'm not coming back
no more vain rebellions
hello to nothing
from the inquisitor of nothing
no ones home but shapeless shadows
cutting across mysteries
of multiple worlds
an empty head
so patient
ghost moon
my legs aren't tired anymore
here in the undergrowth
of slugs slides and slime
whispering hymns needle green
buoyant belly on the rings of night
libation of death
apprehending the void
dissolving doom broadens to immensity
like a light flicks on
wonder wave
no death for the dead
they could care less
nearby in endlessness
stretched out on a couch
spumed mouth
papyrus frail
creature of black steps
waking will not raise burnt wings
where I lived and was broken
noon day demons lost
I dangle from a nightingale floor
burning hair waves windless
linking one self with the other
like night with day
gales of dreams
falling lulls weave me together
like a thorne bridge knits fate
hand over red hand
mind of winter
now I inhabit you
slain and shaken
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
I have bee through what others seem to say tragedies, however, I could not image being so small minded as many are, without pure struggle of existence. The bad things are what toughens your skin and soul. It broadens your mind and ambitions. It moves you. There will be bad but, the good is ******* good.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
If my words could paint you in colour
They'd portray no saint, nor scholar
I'd hazard to say
That to paint you this way
Would do you and I no favours
I'll savour- the best of you always
And all your little ways
In all your raggedy, shaggedy
Scrawny glory
Charmless charming, harmless
How you could tell a good story
All the while
That cheeky smile
Broadens wide
Up mostly the left side of your face
At the insulting joke you just cracked
Humour was one thing you never lacked
That scruffy beard that
You'd shave once a year
It was rare you'd be seen
All trimmed and pristine
Your footie shirts all bright and baggy
Hang loose on thin frame- all saggy
I'm always reminded
Of your pose when confounded
Skinny shoulders shrugged up pinned up
to your jaw line
That bottom lip pouted out, image burned in my mind
When was the first time
You stood on the sideline
And ignited unmatched passion?
Flaming crazed enthusiasm
Your supreme love for that game
An infatuation that bordered on insane!
You could have every detail memorised
You could recount, recite and itemise
Every player, every score, you knew it all
My word did you love football!
You loved animals too,
The farmer’s life would’ve suited you
Wish you could go back and stay
Somewhere you could drive tractors all day
It was easy to lose sight of you
Both you and I sometimes lost you from view
Now I won't let go of you ever
But we must let go of guilt forever
Remember good times we shared
Times we both showed we cared
Your good heart was easy to find
When you were clear in mind
The imprint you've left on my soul
Makes me a better me, makes whole
My life now has a hole that I cannot fill
But my heart always had you
And always will
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
My verse is free
****** malleable, ever changing
From sadness, to peace
The cavernous confines expand
And my heart is lit aflame
My words are simple
Visions, prophesies, fortunes
From death, to life
The time between dilates
And my soul is lit aflame
My tone is steady
Musical, poetic, evolving
From anger, to gratitude
The space between magnifies
And my voice is lit aflame
My steps are fast
Running, wild, assured
From sedation, to waking
The road in front broadens
My body is lit aflame
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
Reading takes you places
It ignites the imagination
Broadens your mind
And enlightens the sensation
Reading gives you a vision and a purpose
Along with knowledge and understanding
Enjoy the journey with literature
So you can achieve and be outstanding
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust.
I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends.
I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love.
I don't fear Pain, for it's unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure.
I don't fear Hunger, for it is a shadow of Satiation.
I don't fear Death, for it is freedom from the troubles of Life.
I don't fear Sadness, for it opens my soul to yearn for Happiness.
I don't fear Wars, for they are conflicts that bring Peace.
I don't fear Failures, for they are simply the foundation of Success.
I don't fear the Dark, for is the hidden form of Light.
I don't fear the Future, for my present made peace with my Past.
What I fear is being Fearless, for fear is afraid of itself like I am afraid of Myself.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
The stars twinkle in the beautiful sky tonight
Four stand out
To my eyes
Show me beautiful sights
The first star is
The brightest in the sky
In the deep and dark night
Looks perfectly shaped
Perfect
Makes me feel that inside
Some time we miss
When the sky does not align with my eye
This second is
The most gorgeous star in the sky
Looks can fly
And they do through my eyes
Once my eyes go inside
The lack of depth
It appears
Dark at the heart
Deceives does this beautiful shooting star
This star
Number three
Illuminates me
It does not always appear
Flickers with light
In the blackened sky
When it does shine
Its so bright
It hurts my insides
I bask in the light
Makes me ache
I miss this star some times
The last star is unusually small in size
Sparkles from afar
Lights up my eye
Slowly building trust
Knowing its always there
What I need to find is my sunshine
The sun that shines consistently through the sky
Finds its way through the darkest clouds
Creating spotlight where ever she shines
Enhancing colours
Takes my breath away
Impregnates Feelings
Displaying different experiences
Helps me to create
Broadens my insides
Helps me fight
To see the light
And beauty in all that surrounds
How sweet she sounds
I will wait until your found
My beautiful sunshine
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC