"cohere" poems
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Minds in sync
Hearts in sync
Souls cohere
Dopamine surge
Gaze synapsed
Luscious air
Blush and smile
Silence heard
I was there
You were there
And in the very moment
It was us
With all being
I am you
And you are me
In knowing you
I have known myself
This is all
I want to show you
What you've been missing
All the possibilities
We will reach
To the places
You've only heard of
All the way
And the journey begins
Bridging forever
That simple
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
eid beckoned, and so did visarjan
being a keralite the stomach craved for Sadhya
so I found myself on Onam day
inching closer and closer to a meal gone cold
as the engine revved an unforgiving sigh
I swore aloud with all my might,
the city didn't even stop to breathe,
as mount mary fair blew my brains to sleep
only in bombay will one see,
religions cohere so beautifully
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
It all started last week, when we walked down the hall,
I said that I loved you, that I’m yours above all,
You looked into my eyes, with much disbelief,
Not knowing what I knew, what was underneath.
It hurt really much, that you declined me,
But I knew and I know, that we could never be,
It was hopeless from start, from end, and from now,
How could I dismiss, how could I allow.
You was the girl of my life, and I know you still are,
But it feels like I was hit by a large, big freight car,
Dark contemplation, don’t now what to do,
I can’t live like this, I have to follow through.
I’m lost and adrift, can’t find my way back home,
It faithfully feels, like I’m stuck in a dome,
Nothing can bring me back, I'm too far way down,
The only option left, is to let me drown.
I can feel it myself, that the end is near,
We have to cohere, but it’s still to severe.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Year of Jubilee
Written by Adam M. Snow
My child, My child; lend Me your ear,
heed My word, put aside your fear,
your pride, your sword, your envious jeer
- hear My voice and revere.
See the world through grain of sand,
this world of yours is My Father's land.
Heed My word and make a stand
- rain of revival is at hand.
Your home will burn with Holy fire;
your kin will see My Father's desire.
Hundreds of voices will be lifted higher,
many will speak with tongues of fire.
The blind will gain a whole new sight,
they shall see God's Holy might.
Holy Spirit will in them shine bright,
their tongues shall too with fire ignite.
The lame will dance and dance so free,
to a Heavenly chorus of praises towards Me.
They will dance and dance so endlessly
- rejoicing, rejoicing with tears of glee.
The mute will speak with unheard voice
and sing aloud as they rejoice.
Praises will flow from their new found voice,
set ablaze as they rejoice.
The deaf will hear the angel choir,
their hearts will be set a fire.
They will hear My voice, My desire
and go forth to inspire.
My child, My child; lend Me your ear,
heed My word, put aside your fear,
your pride, your sword, your envious jeer
- hear My voice and revere.
There's more to come in the coming year,
but time is fading as I draw near.
Listen My child, so that our hearts cohere
- a great revival is drawing near.
The raging wars, the pointless bloodshed
all will cease, the lost will be led
to the altar with tears they'll shed,
- their hearts, free of dread.
The earth shall see His Majesty,
all captives will be set free.
All creation will fall to their knees,
this the year of Jubilee.
My child, My child; lend Me your ear,
heed My word, put aside your fear,
your pride, your sword, your envious jeer
- hear My voice and revere
- hear My voice, let our hearts cohere
- a great revival is drawing near.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
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How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate
In all Identity—
How mighty to the insecure
Thy Physiognomy
To whom not any Face cohere—
Unless concealed in thee
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Hey this is your Baby Dino speaking loud and clear
Don't fear my dear what may be scary now, because soon your vision will clear
Wipe away those tears, I don't want to see them, I promised a great year
Remember New Years, I said I'd adhere to us and I was being sincere
If I'm unclear, close your eyes and reopen them, I'm still here
Unlike Houdini I will not disappear. So turn that frown upside down and replace it with cheer
Listen close as I whisper in your ear, we're in this together like two atoms that cohere
I know that I'm not as cute as others but steer cause your hands are on the shift gear and if I'm mistreated it will be severe
My heart races rapidly like an auctioneer and I don't want to interfere
We're aeronautical engineers concerned that our place might not be able to fly
The Wright brothers didn't give up on their first design
Patience. Wait in line at a decline but we will be fine
We may crash but our fingers will be intertwined always coming out on cloud nine
Our story has a crazy plot line and you're not the supporting role, climbing up the vine
I'll be on the front line to take the damage and don't shake your head at me because the bull is MY sign
I may be hot but bring out the red cape and I'll be hot headed leaving nothing left but the enemies chalk line
Bottom line is that I'll always have your back so you might as well recline
We say not to cross lines but in order to finish the race you have to get through it
The radical sign is in front of our problems so we need to get to the root of them this time
Apart we are two pieces but together a beautiful design
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Oh where, oh where is the puppeteer?
Surely he's moved on to another career
Up and left a lot of us just hanging here
Swung gently by a lonely gust of meandering air
As we masquerade as some fleshy chandelier
What could've happened to cause a reaction so severe?
No surprise to the wise that a why has never been made clear
Knowing nothing but to my right is doubt, to my left is fear
Needless to say, that's all I'm privy to hear
Day in and day out, long enough that it's easier to tally by the year
I was unaware that a situation could even be cavalier
I've held onto memories that now serve as an unwanted souvenir
And no one can know for sure, but I believe I just shed my last tear
But that doesn't mean the emotions disappear, no, they just blur and cohere
With a jump scare they premiere as unfamiliar in a mirror
But I have no desire, I don't have the will to explore a new frontier
Hey, look here, is that salvation or an end that draws near?
I'm going to stick around just to be clear on who's here
Cause I've been fool before by an imposter Paul Revere
©2024
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 1:58 AM UTC
•
*Come here closer my king ooohhhhh so dear,
Let my tender lips touch you softly in the ear,
Then I'll whisper my love to you so clear,
With your heart leaping with mine in cheer.
Let my embrace speak my love with no fear,
Be with each others warmth in an endless year,
This love we'll make as an impregnable gear,
That no one will ever ever make this tear.
As I kiss you so passionately and sincere,
Our love carry us into the paradise we steer,
A sweet aroma fill our hearts, we cohere,
With an everlasting unfeigned love we celestially wear.*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
If you saw things through my eyes could you even imagine what you would see?
In your observance is it I who appears to be unique?
Perfecting bold lies,
Stay aware for the deceptive man in disguise.
I'm leaving myself empty-handed,
You've taken great kindness for granted.
Pretending to be innocent but secretly manipulative,
You say to deal with it, move on, and forgive.
We lack understanding to be cohere,
Eventually the feeling fades then disappears.
Bending and twisting each other's thoughts our minds seem to be the killers,
I cannot get enough of this sickening thriller.
Your sweet painful words linger in my head and crawl through my skin,
Your sweet painful actions are buried within.
You're like poison in my veins,
But yet,
Our infatuation with each other still remains the same.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
promises of love
and dediction
we believe we are grown
but inside of us
just under the surface
is a child wanting to be comforted
to be loved
so we hide this part of us
the colours in our mind slowly dying
because they say to keep something maintained you
must nourish it
but the nourishment we need
is rare
and this makes our palettes grey
resorting to unorthodox versions of what we need
crutches and supports
that people refuse to speak about
the childhood friend
that moved away
when you were young
unable to cohere as to why
they couldn't stay
wrapped in the dreamland
of explosive joy
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
a soft voice that can
sanitize a mind, and
that mirrors skin like linen,
hair flowing faster than
blood to her heart,
looking in her eyes
proves that cerulean skies
can walk on earth,
anxiety blurs the lines
of a perfectionist,
leaving reservations
in the minds of anyone
lucky enough to
grace tangibility and
her footsteps cohere,
with lips rarely touched
a godless man can feel them
in his fingertips when praying
to a god he doesn’t believe in.
MJB
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
You are the bullet.
I do not see, I only hear,
We connect, we cohere.
A split-second moment, we are kin,
As you skip across my skin.
You leave a mark, a life-delay.
You are a scar,
A ricochet.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
My words have left me here
I fear
Run off to find a worthy ear
They pranced away, my thoughts in tow
To trill their tunes
But I don’t know
The verses there
The verses here
Ripped out my hair
For you, my dear
I fear
My words escaped, crept lightly off
I was stuck to sigh and scoff
Calculating to derive
How to get out of this alive
I worried there
I worried here
Anxiety shares
The space with fear
Oh dear
I never meant to complicate
From a to b to integrate
Insanity
Profanity
And a **** near loss of humanity
Don’t you see?
There can be no stopping me
I burned right through with enthalpy
My words escaped this melted mess
Saved themselves from sheer distress
Spewed their logos to the masses
Ethos languished still in classes
The pathos far
The pathos near
Can’t hope to spar
With the letters here
I fear
The rhetoric isn’t clear
S, p, d filled up in line
The derivative was two roots of sine
The answer’s A
No, B
No, D
You’re all wrong
The answer’s Z
My words have left, abandoned ship
Now I’m stuck to sway and slip
The rigging’s there
The oars are here
The electrons are shared
The ideas won’t cohere
I fear
My words have left me here
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 5:38 PM UTC
I wonder what I would have looked like to myself- exhaling- like parting seas, like ancient catacombs creaking open, awakening the dead, like I hadn’t spoken in weeks. It was all rubble…piled over me in the front seat so that I could barely see on the drive home. I tried to hold it together, tried to breathe as deeply as possible, harness the moment, the space between us, let it cohere, let him see the skulls opened, pouring into one another, let him see my lips and skin, naked and timeless, ten- fifteen years from now- he is wearing a beard and soft green- but she, she is beautiful and lovely and far more appealing, and him and I, we sit on opposing sides of the room ten years from now when the walls come crumbling beneath us, and I struggle through the heart of the rubble pile, exiting from the space that used to be a door, quickening my stride and throwing up my hands, strutting now like some swaggering ***** bellowing, “take me universe! I am yours to command, yours to call, I am yours only and yours forever,” with a voice like an inevitable whipping. "I surrender. I give in."
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Where words flow from the river of the mind like smooth rocks that fit perfectly in their beds, chiseled by the stream for a thousand years.
Where phrases fall from the sky in perfect and coherent mosaics of shadow colours between beams of murderous sunshine.
Where the beauty of a million lilies coalesce into one unbreakable leaf of immense colour and depth.
Where everything that falls, grows or flows cohere in the choir of the great magnet and its whims.
Where verbatim transcriptions of concepts are prevalent
This is where I wish to spend my time.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
A serious medical condition could not keep me away.
It doesn't matter what disease carry those cats that run stray.
I've got bigger problems than those seen only by day.
With no other way to show them, maybe I'll mold them of clay.
You're not superman.
But for you, my admiration is grand.
I'll spread my fears upon this land.
Reverberating sound like a lifeless fan.
If this someday becomes a cult,
It's not but my fault.
Nothing was to result,
Though we can't forget anything nor exult.
I can no longer keep it here.
My thoughts seldom cohere.
His words in and out the opposite ear.
At some time, was this world clear?
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
You can stand there with your pride, but don't deny your pain
Take my heart with you, its to broken to operate the same
You can't forsake me, I consistently gave you my all
You fought and kept a grudge, but still I broke your fall
Your memories broke out in a silent weep, but I heard you loud and clear
I know you too **** well, so much so you'd cohere
Now lets take a moment, lets reflect on the past
You made broken promises, some you even recast
I breathed in your lies, and coughed out my soul
I guess it was too late, when I realised it was your goal
If I had one wish, I wouldnt change a thing
I know my worth now, and I am worth bragging
Dont tell me that you love me now, your love is way too late
I ate it up and spat it out, what you lost, you can locate
I'll no longer be your puppet, I cut off all our ties
I wont say hi again, since we've said our goodbyes
Re conciliation is not an option, I've told you once before
Its over, no more turning back once you've walked out that door
The weight on my shoulders lifted, and it is my vow
To shift it onto yours, do you feel baneful now?
So, lets look to the future, my path seems so wide
I'll find my way with life, the way the moon goes with the tide.
I hope you learnt your lesson, now that your old and worn
Never, not ever.. mess with a woman scorned
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
*Pains and discomfiture whenever your memory
Creases my mind, especially the moments we made merry
You an art piece sculpted out of chocolate
But my love your heart couldn’t accommodate.
Yourself a lass from Yorkshire
I seemingly couldn’t tame your fire
Though I tried, it was an exercise in futility
It’s doubtless we shared zero compatibility
But I loved you still
My affection for you harder than steel
You were a butterfly that flew over my emotional atmosphere
For my eyes to behold your beauty whilst my faculties barely cohere
Am still in shackles in your prison
Hope you’ll unbind me out of your own volition.*
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
I made a choice to let him near my private island by the pier
Before the water would shine so clear
But he let the currents swim with fear
The atmosphere turned dark and drear
With tides that move with painful blear
He stained my ocean and smeared my cheer
Left my beach polluted and my breeze veer
Where I'm left kneedeep by his rotten cohere
Now my choice remains very unclear
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
The first time I saw Los Angeles,
it was after midnight.
Descending from Cajon pass and
entering the chaos of light and
the formless poetry of traffic,
I thought of Ezra Pound’s line from near the end of the Cantos:
“I cannot make it cohere.”
“It” is the most important word in that sentence.
In language we can conjure wholes too big for us to comprehend.
Push hard enough, and names fade and pronouns are all we have left.
So what is this place?
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
1.
The sun slips from the sky.
Another day joins the past,
each moment a frame
in burnt, halting celluloid.
Sad movie: cut—stop rolling.
2.
The clouds roam freely
like horses in open valleys.
I, too, join the play
in chameliod heavens
from this terrestrial point—
afar, stranded on dark Earth.
3.
The trees tremble.
Police sirens fade, distant.
Stars puncture the sky.
Everywhere cries are heard:
“Make this cohere once again.”
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Let our division
Cohere by vision
By the addition
Of my incision
Into your provision
Starting a rhythm
Leading soft attrition
Against our intuition
Of intruding contrition
And letting go...
Of our inhibitions.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Falling as recalcitrance of movement – seeks completion – yet the ground
ballasts.
There is no path that leads forward as I live backwards.
There is poetry in the way
a woman carrying a bilao moves away from the vicinity.
Sound departs.
I took a deep drag and fell into a thick web
of smoke, recoiled to fetal nature, into the womb of my unbecoming.
What seems to contain endlessness: dark.
What punctuates this claim: moonlight.
In a house that continuously aches,
I am grateful for windows.
Night-erased repeatedly, the dance of blades of grass.
There is more stasis when words flay
themselves to pass as something more resolute than there is
the kinesis of life’s steady abbreviations. We shorten like this,
when we curse the destinations upon movement’s mindless
approval.
We collect ongoing afternoons
and cohere to trees. Say falling like you mean it,
the way we commit to breaking though unwanted, feared.
Feel the hands accumulate warmth when propped
into the sun’s permanent daze – face becomes glare,
a day becomes a scar.
This is where I do not know what moves to become fully stationary.
Days crumble like this.
In a poem that is not a poem.
In a sound that is only sound and not music.
In a dance that is not life, but stillbirth.
In notes that are purely rambling, not reportage.
A voice that champions a fiasco.
This is where the throbbing afternoon becomes a part
of me that falls into a chasm of a fateful night,
lassitude of debris in tow,
starting measures everywhere we left and returned –
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
The change shows soonest in the eyes,
Eyes that invited you to look at the world they saw—magical, raw, resplendent—
Now lost in the unfocused numbness of another day with alcohol.
They focus on a world of their own making, a limbo land not alive, not dead,
But free of all that could matter, free of caring, free of pain.
The mouth sags under those dead eyes, not angry, not sad, not anything—
Betraying the wreckage that the years of drinking have taken as their toll,
Clamped shut as if in mute appeal to those who can hear its silent message.
When the mouth opens, empty syllables escape, words devoid of meaning,
Trying to say, trying so hard to explain the emptiness inside, the need,
But nothing comes of nothing, and the words do not cohere.
Looking at her face, I grieve for what has been lost,
Wishing that some miracle would bring her back home, return her to us.
The truth will not let go: she is gone, and never coming back.
I search in vain for a face I used to know, for a love with nowhere to go,
Lost in the fog of her mind, she turns to me and nods as if in agreement.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC