"ceded" poems
*hitherto i naively challenged
my decision to enter an ominous existence
a vicious maze veiled in obscurity
inconceivable to navigate without the accumulation
of bruises, heartache, and psychic mutilation
the torment’s ache so unfathomable
i begged to evaporate beseeching death’s arrival
and with the dexterity of a masterful wizard
i magically spun threads of my shredded soul
into a mangled ball of mental lacerations
then stealthily in the opaque of the night
i rushed the frigid black ocean’s high tide
and deluging myself in the ebony water
i buried the battered ball
now deeply eclipsed in the onyx abyss
it sapped all my strength to hold it under
drowning in the wave’s of sea motion
stinging salt alive on my pours
gasping for air i surrendered my grip
releasing my marred orb of élan vital
capitulating to the sand on the beach
i ceded the fight and watched the sphere roll
unraveling it glistened against the white sand
an opalescent tapestry lit by twilight
mirroring the stars against the coal sky
in the lustrous lunar midnight
reflected back by silver moonlight
littered with specks of fluorescent insight
astonished i drew in my breath as i read
words interlaced in the untangled web
the wounds are there
creating a looking glass
peer in
and you will heal
your own consciousness
©2016janetaylor
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
And…it’s here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it’s entirety. A new beginning and a new ending.
Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.
Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?
Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.
**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!
Goodness me. How did we get to this?
Horrible, dehumanising, and it’s here to stay.
“Suppresses”. But really only in the mildest of ways.
As if to constantly remind you of the control you once had.
Now ceded in it’s entirety to a tad bit of fad.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
1293
The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun—
The Lands we thought that we should seek
When large enough to run
By Speculation ceded
To Speculation’s Son—
The Heaven, in which we hoped to pause
When Discipline was done
Untenable to Logic
But possibly the one—
2.2k
508
I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs—
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I’ve finished threading—too—
Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace—
Unto supremest name—
Called to my Full—The Crescent dropped—
Existence’s whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.
My second Rank—too small the first—
Crowned—Crowing—on my Father’s breast—
A half unconscious Queen—
But this time—Adequate—Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,
And I choose, just a Crown—
2.2k
settlers came to the frontier lands
holding guns in their seizing hands
the tribal people's tears and blood
fell on the earth in a torrential flood
they'd been dispossessed of terrain
so lasting was the anguishing pain
their ancient grounds ceded away
to the occupier's colonizing sway
the Indians of the vast Dakota plains
had a culture under great strains
the foot-print put down by forebears
was nearly lost like the brown bears
yet the spirit of the tribes still survive
in their ancestral territory it's alive
they've a heritage enduring of flow
which is seen in the sun's risen glow
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
275
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Why, God, would be content
With but a fraction of the Life—
Poured thee, without a stint—
The whole of me—forever—
What more the Woman can,
Say quick, that I may dower thee
With last Delight I own!
It cannot be my Spirit—
For that was thine, before—
I ceded all of Dust I knew—
What Opulence the more
Had I—a freckled Maiden,
Whose farthest of Degree,
Was—that she might—
Some distant Heaven,
Dwell timidly, with thee!
Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot!
Strain till your last Surmise—
Drop, like a Tapestry, away,
Before the Fire’s Eyes—
Winnow her finest fondness—
But hallow just the snow
Intact, in Everlasting flake—
Oh, Caviler, for you!
1.6k
fingers surveying
prints scuttle
and
rill
; surface tips over dermis
shopping for a grip
a private tuck
or a filled skin to cup
warm and flushed bodies
digits cramming
under bodied clothings
with senses entire
in this distraction
heed is ceded
of public location
and the approach of the authorities
with toys
uniform
and ammunition
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:26 AM UTC
Amid the restlessness of a blood enthused crowd
Stood two gladiatorial practitioners both battle proud
From the inner arena a barking summons rang out
Calling the combatants to engage in battle's bout
The blood lust crowd wanted sport without delay
No quarter was ceded in the gladiator's display
Slashing lashing swords flayed high then to the midriff
Shields clanged and clinked in alternate shift
The foot-work of battle was magnificent of flair
Both took the onslaught with a disdainful air
Around the arena walls went a deafening cloud
The performance of the gladiators intoxicated the crowd
While in the bowels of the arena lions and tigers roared
Battle fervour rose to the gladiators they who are adored
Striking like a lightning bolt the victor's sword kills
His opponents chest dies in blood's gushing spill
Enthused by the spectacle of blood the crowd cried for more
Other combatants offered themselves to the gladiatorial floor
Battle Gods gathered at the celestial fray
Sang songs of battle to the arena's clay
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
I stumble recklessly through my timid thoughts
This bridled resentment destroys my conscience
Despite my intention, I ceded my morals
The morale of my virtue plummets by the second
Dissension among my synapses seethes to the surface
I am a house divided against itself
Regret lovingly entices my bloodthirsty demons
She shrugs surely with shivering shame
With my vision impaired, my dreams are soundly asleep
Kept calmly in this cavern of my cantankerous crimes
My respite is met with malice and spite
I cannot escape what these two hands have done
My distress is hidden in silence
I had already dashed my untarnished ambition
I awaken in sweat and confusion
As an empty bottle mocks me with cruel contempt...
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
And...it's here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it's entirety. A new beginning and a new me.
Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.
Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?
Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.
**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!
Goodness me. How did we get to this?
Horrible, dehumanising, and it's here to stay.
"It suppresses". But really only in the mildest of ways.
Just to remind you of the control you once had.
Killed! And now ceded in it's entirety to a tad bit of a fad.
Let me just turn back the hands of time!
My fate I leave with you alone.
Nothing seems to relieve this pressure and irreparable pain.
Oh God! Could I be spared such a destiny?
Prayers.
Queuing from my heart to yours.
Respectfully admonishing your power and grace.
Simply, do I ask for that childlike sense of serenity.
To take me to a place of restoration and hope.
Unlock my mind. Repair my soul. For vaults of this kind are too strong.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
I heard the trumpets from too far away.
Labored to save what I had given away.
Pretended to believe and Believed in pretend.
Semper Fidelis to the bitter condescend . . .
I answered the call, made a very important date;
scurried to remember then remembered too late;
embraced my Foe by forgetting my Friend.
What is this ‘This’ of ‘This We’ll defend’?
No Dream was too heavy, no payment too sleight
to abandon in the brilliance of the peaceful light.
So Determined I was to ignore my Fall
and give everything I bemoaned for security Above all.
No borders no boundaries no Heavens no Hell
nothing so precious it could not be given as well.
What use Freedom? What need I of mere Country?
What means Non Sibi Sed Patriae?
Oh Thetis put down your cumbersome sword.
Lift up the blindfold, as we can afford
to lay down courage, honor, duty and walk into the might
of Entitlement for All and for all entitled Night . . .
And Lady Liberty, you are no longer needed;
walk away, walk away, liberty ceded . . .
Here are your chains, Lady, wear them quite well.
Pray speak not of Heaven so we can pretend there’s no Hell.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
There is a memory I keep circling back to
during hours of soft, smiling silences.
It is rather incomplete, just a piece really.
A single shard of shattered years I hold dear.
In this memory, I am on a hill just before it descends
holding an ice cream cone that once held a vanilla scoop.
My hand still sticky where the dessert dripped down
as I sought refuge in the shade of a lilac tree.
Late Spring's sun ceded to the blooming lilacs,
I could breathe in the perfumed air with an ease
of those with lungs that worked consistently.
And I could hear bees,
buzzing overhead, pollinating the light purple flowers,
going about their work at an unbothered pace,
like they too were soothed by the lilacs.
Content with what they already had
unhurried to gather more than they need.
I took my time munching on the wafer cone
unbothered like a bee.
And I thought to myself at the tender age of seven,
I'll remember this.
I just didn't realize at the time
how important that promise would be.
This memory is a shard, a piece,
it was jagged and hurt to squeeze.
Because it was brilliant simplicity
just before the concept of breaking touched me.
But the years I've cared for it
receiving cuts from how much I despaired
that it was gone, I'd never feel it again,
my care to return to this piece smoothed its edges.
I know now that there was no use clinging so tightly
leaving a mark in my hands as if it was proof
to be read in my palms that I had happiness.
Because I haven't lost it.
I will always enjoy the memory
of eating ice cream beneath my lilac tree
and smile at that simple piece.
I remembered it because I said I would.
I remember it now to experience it again.
It is a memory of happiness.
A promising peace.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE.
THE FIRST YEAR WAS WONDERFUL
DON’T GET ME WRONG,
BUT AFTER THAT ALL THE LOVE
AND SWEET NOTHINGS WHISPERED
IN MY EAR BEGAN TO FADE AND DISAPPEAR.
ALL I KNEW WAS HOW TO LOVE A BAD MAN.
HE NEVER BEAT ME, BUT MY HEART WAS BROKEN
THE MANY TIMES HE WOULD CHEAT ON ME;
ALL HIS LIES AND DECIET THAT WAS ALL I KNEW
AND IT BLINDED ME TO A LOVE SO UNTRUE.
IT TOOK SOME TIME TO BREAK THIS SPELL
HE SPELLED ON ME, FOR ALL WHO TRIED
THEY FAILED MIGHTLY.
I FELT SUPERIOR ABOVE ALL ELSE—YET
LITTLE DID I KNOW—HE LOVED SOMEONE ELSE.
AND WHEN THAT LOVE DID NOT SATED HIM,
BACK HE CAME AND I, UNABANDONLY CEDED HIM.
FOR YET I STILL LOVED A BAD MAN; HE KNEW WITH ME
HE CONTINUED TO PLAY HIS HAND…
BUT ALL HE DID WAS LEAVE ME ALONE
UNTIL ONE DAY IT FINALLY DAWNED ON ME
WHAT I WAS TOO BLIND TO SEE.
LOVE REALLY WAS MY ENEMY—HE CHEATED ME
ONCE MORE, THE MAN I THOUGHT I ADORED.
IT TOOK SOME TIME FOR MY HEART TO HEAL
FOR IT WAS DAMAGED BEYOND ITS ORDEAL.
YET HE NEVER FAILED TO TRY, WHILE HE UNDERSTOOD
I WILL NOT YIELD, MY HEART HOLLOW AS WOOD.
ALL HE DID WAS STAYED BY ME; I WAS NOT ALONE.
HE KNEW I BRUSHED HIM AWAY; I’VE FORSAKEN LOVE—
YET HE CONTINUED WITHOUT NO SWAY—
ONE YEAR, TWO YEARS, THREE UNTIL FIVE,
I’M STILL ALIVE!
I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS TO THANK THIS MAN ENOUGH
FOR IT WAS A MAN THAT SHOWED ME LOVE—
HE BANISHED WITH HIS MIGHT ALL THAT WAS UNTRUE
AND MADE ME BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS TRUE.
Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver
I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
.
our collusion
lamplight to sunlight
our conclusion
our collision
boom-town to ghost-town
our concussion
our discussion
overnight did mushroom
but by the morning light
ceded the fight
.
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 3:02 PM UTC
Blurred, steely moon came
'fore twelve midnight...strong wind blew
Between moon and me...
Chilly silence cloaked
A long sleepless night......as hushed
Night creatures connived
No dogs barked, or howled
No cats growled, or called their mates
Frogs didn't dare croak
Silhouettes swayed on
Big shadows cowered.........wind, sang
Its weird lullaby
Stilled moon stayed put.......as
Dark indigo firmament
P a t i e n t l y watched................while
Earth moved...............tides, ebbed...flowed
Time passed..........moon ceded.........then came
............................Fiery Orb............at dawn.
(3/1/16---12:46 AM)
Sally
Copyright April 5, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake
from mister sun spilling forth
unseasonably balmy temperatures
equated from this human drake
swallowed hard taking
respite delighting, holistically
lolling (nar gagging) obliviously par
taking paradise magical optical pulsations,
a desperate need to succor dehydration
that found me relinquishing
a coveted reading nook and cranny,
this explanation not "FAKE"
excuse withholding appeasing,
an unrelenting paroxysm
watering parched palette
**** ceded to abend
imagination immersion
linkedin radiant nirvana basking (like a robin)
while feeling spell bound by this warm weather
unseasonably tropic teaser came to an end
drew the analogy how indomitable
joie de vivre kneading love intend
ding, sans partaking draught found wealth
between bounded pages doth mend
moe so than any medication
(akin to placing a wager sparring rivals)
desire for on par,
when body needs replenishment of fluids
thus...deferring self
for healthy pleasant liquid to slake
in an effort to curtail parched mouth
felt as if being scraped
by a lab bot tummy sized rake
thence entire corporeal being
didst shimmy and shake
analogous within mine
so many dozen square feet parameters
thee earth didst quake.
thence upon gulping sweet pineapple juice
(to evade dole drums)
a poem yours truly decided to make.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
§atire
You're a heated moment
You come on strong,
Go the same away
You're sprung;
Like midday in May
June, August you're so far gone,
Before long
You're forgotten past the leaves of November,
On to December
You love not kind
You love not tender
You love not true
You love not do
When where was I
But in a heated moment,
Ceded a goodbye
May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 4:01 AM UTC
Long long, ere long ago
Adam was adolescent
Eve was effervescent
Both were glad in body clad
Adam and Eve exposed each
The duo explored to match
Adam was adulating to catch
Eve was electrifying to ******
Pancreatic hunger in one way
Pubertal love on way any way
Cupid apple drooped in sway
He grappled apple-gel of angel
Couple cuddled and meddled
Kindled, spindled and fondled
Fire of passion ceded seeds of love
Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free
Capsule of calories captured
Rupture turned into rapture
Head to head dual bite at sight
Headed to fuel the duel of luring love
Adam was adamant on that eve
Eve spelled eventful gospel of life
Only lonely lovely pair espoused
Exploded mirth of birth on earth
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
0%
Your plane landed at Seatac. I was never a thought on your mind.
I woke up late. My mind was somewhere else.
1%
I remembered you had arrived home a few days before. I was excited to see you again.
I might've crossed your mind once, but it was nothing.
2%
You walked through the doors of church. Everything looked different, but you scanned for familiar faces. You met mine, and didn't recognize it.
I saw you. I felt so,etching immideatly and was the first to hug you.
3%
You recognized me.
I embraced you a second time.
4%
You couldn't stop staring at me.
I couldn't stop loving it.
9%
We sat next to each other all night. You stared at me as I scrolled through iPod.
I knew I wanted you more every second.
13%
"Good morning! X)"
"Good morning :-)"
21%
I built up my courage.
You ceded yours.
July 28th
30%
I couldn't look you in the eye. Once I finally kissed you, I didn't need to.
Your poem was clutched in my sweating hand.
"I love you Robyn"
41%
Today.
"Marry me"
"I'm trying XD"
Marriage pending.
"then . . . we'll get the expansion pack XD"
42%
You say you'd kiss me quiet.
I can't speak without stuttering.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Long long, ere long ago
Adam was adolescent
Eve was effervescent
Both were glad in body clad
Adam and Eve exposed each
The duo explored to match
Adam was adulating to catch
Eve was electrifying to ******
Pancreatic hunger in one way
Pubertal love on way any way
Cupid apple drooped in sway
He grappled apple-gel of angel
Couple cuddled and meddled
Kindled, spindled and fondled
Fire of passion ceded seeds of love
Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free
Capsule of calories captured
Rupture turned into rapture
Head to head dual bite at sight
Headed to fuel the duel of luring love
Adam was adamant on that eve
Eve spelled eventful gospel of life
Only lonely lovely pair espoused
Exploded mirth of birth on earth
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Rome
burned bright,
brilliant light ceded,
smoldering ruins bid Earth
breathe.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
*"Even for a fraction of a second
You, I don't want to miss!
In dancing attendance on you
I will never be remiss!"*
This was your pledge
When in an eye-opener
Romance we were on
The same page.
Also it was your
Wont uttering
*"Allow me please,
Now and then,
On your dainty lips
To plant a kiss!"*
Putting at risk my health
Passing through
The valley of death
I gave you an offspring
Which we found
A miraculous
And strange thing!
When fantasies
To responsibility
Ceded place
You made a habit
Driving me
To the end of
My patience!
You drop to a pub
For quick once
With your bachelor friends,
Who affectation-packed affection
On you dance!
I don't think
You will lack
*"Quick you have
To get back on track!"*
Standing firm
And close by a lactating spouse
In the teeth of responsibility
Also adversity
Is the acid test of
Love's intensity!
You must not jump ship
The cream of the cake
After you did sip!
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
the queen presided on a stately throne
other comers wouldst not usurp her seat
they'd be promptly shown the horrible feat
ruthless was she in putting down their tone
the position held ne'er ceded away
her rein o'er lands perpetual of grasp
invaders not deposing the tight clasp
an eternal providence wouldst stay
fiercely guarding her territory for years
keeping the crown's banner flying steadfast
none taking an inheritance of birth
e'er staving off they who'd leave an arrears
the flag being hers on the firm lasting mast
defending borders with a regent's girth
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC