"commotions" poems
Hypotonic collusions
Rising in osmotic lesions
An eruptive soul reversion
Emissions of embered logs
Each lightening with a glow
A youthful straw of clemency
Pollinated sandals, handled
Gripping the flesh in vessels
Houses of lost and unreal dreams
Vicarage gardens of suppression
Masticated in delegated abstractions
A surmise of death and redistributions
Each a beat rise, slide on frosty ice
Un-enveloped in seasons of erosion
Delusional commotions sprawled
In the dance of the ecstatic programming
The body waved and led in hypnosis
********** with the intangible essence
To make sense a revised tense,I fence
Straying in lenient lunacy to fields afar
A merry to ferry the phoenix dance
Rattles shaking in transit translations
Drums pause settling in finesse pond
A coitus of dimensional valour and vice
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
The calm wind,
strokes the ****
The world drives,
the primes and hives,
of mad and trance.
The numb toes,
mounted moles.
The world drives,
the time and halves,
of mad and trance.
The chaos one,
does not know.
The world drives,
the wars and tyranny,
of mad and trance.
The feel of alive,
a touch of humanity.
The world drives,
justice of the immortals,
of mad and trance.
Peasants and pennies,
the drop of dime.
The world drives,
waters and commotions,
of mad and trance.
The fire in the alleyway,
burns the broomstick.
The world drives,
the dead and sad witches,
of mad and trance.
The bohemian ode,
nympomanics and satyriasis,
The world drives,
the desires and passions,
of mad and trance.
The sainted troops,
stalks, mocks, traps.
The world drives,
the obedience of lies,
in the mad and trance.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
God is probably weeping
This rain
It never ends
Oh, what a year it has been
Internal commotions and a crashing plane
Nation~
Be strong, you
We are not the playing fools
God knows best
leave him the rest
A brighter day is coming to set upon us
Souls of loved ones are mostly lost
Searching the ocean at all cost
**** the people who ****** you
Nation~
Be strong, you
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Lay the edge across the page
and cut the words in two
Separate the vowels from the verbs
and eliminate the pronouns too
There is an objective in the adjective
fleshy skin parts the red red Sea
If the emotions in motion cause commotions
they must be extracted
immediately
Never before such perception so clear
Picking splinters like scabs off the cross
So what never was will be no more
blood tastes salty in a memory's horde
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
.
Rain fell in commotions—
The birds would have none of it,
The moon bellowed in ghostly white,
Faced in the sprite, ringing indifference
Of low fading stars, trees in posted dark
Scratched the grasslands of the fallen
Firmaments and the small creatures
That are holed up in days, scurried
With the creep of night and moan
Of oceans slide, mangled clouds
Clutched the murky burn of sky
And smallish eyes everywhen
Shuddered in the frosts
Of a shuttering rose.
.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Prevailing
You were supposed to be there
Five foot three with brunette hair
With eyes that held the kind of stare
That could strip these walls down
Bring me back to ground
Sounding words out to make sure the emphasis
Is on the feeling I found I missed
Which you showed me within a kiss
That was some thing new
Temporary bliss
And now you’re this
Prospect
There’s a new perspective
Mission statements paint directives
As I dive into introspective
To make sure intents are pure
Is this intense? Well, sure...
So long a heart obscure
Feelings, malady and cure
Potent potions cause commotions
That I must endure
In an analysis of myself
So I might be worthy of the wealth
That comes in the form of a girl
Of a gift beyond this world
Coveted amongst any and all
The darkness broken by creeping dawn
A hope that you may text back
But a knowing that you’re
Gone
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
sometimes the ache is too strong
sometimes i don't even want to hold on
the feeling in my stomach, it makes me sick
it pulses like a bomb inside me: tick, tick
a rhythmic endeavor; a subtle rumbling
my thoughts & emotions, forever tumbling
a clumsy embrace between a boy and a girl
explosive commotions feed way to the whirl
loving & longing, no way to ignore
a beautiful ending, of that i am sure
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
Poetry is...
Feelings and emotions...
Words going through the motions...
Of life commotions...
A broken heart's...
Magical potion...
Pain receives healing...
Behind deep notion...
Poetry is...
What ever I make it...
I bend reality...
Sometimes telling lies...
So others can see the truth...
Like saying, "Love Doesn't Exist"...
Or maybe that's true...
And your world consist solely on hate...
It depends on you...
You choose your faith...
I'm just here to twist your reality...
Poetry is...
Feelings and emotions...
Words going through the motions...
Of life commotions..
A broken heart's...
Magical potion...
Pain receives healing...
Behind deep notion..
Poetry is...
Relief...
An escape...
From society...
Into me...
From everything...
I put my thoughts together and create...
Leaving behind societies lies at the gate...
Everything they taught me about righteousness...
Consisted of some form of hate...
So I put their lies up to the light...
God over shadows them every time...
He's the inspiration behind every line...
The reason I write...
So now I write to impress him...
Hoping that my words express him...
And his love...
Poetry is..
Feelings and emotions...
Words going through the motions...
Of life commotions..
A broken heart's..
Magical potion...
Pain receives healing...
Behind deep notion..
Poetry is what ever you make it...
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
Twilight anchors subtle strokes on the guitar.
Rhythmically soft plucking of each finger resonates among the stars.
I gasp at a true orchestra of gods,
Who reign over sleepless neighbors,
Content in their dwellings,
Never once appreciative the timeless symphony,
Our Earth Mothers beseeching whisper.
I try to play along with her,
But congested cackling of metropolitan madmen,
So brazen is their yelping.
Spoiled children crying for attention,
Unable to hear her song over obsessive commotions,
At all hours of their borrowed lives.
Yet she plays on,
As if thanking us for her inevitable demise,
At the hands of her most beloved child.
I suppose we can do no wrong in Mothers eyes.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
composing an ocean, devoid of emotion
complete within it's motion
we know how to start commotions
minds wander higher than the tides
and the feeling that everything is just right
begins to subside for just a little while
we've brushed against our wisdom
devoted life and limb for symptom
of a better type of income
remember chasing words through the sea
as a vagrant form of poetry
or the times of make believe
i thought you reserved for me
now i truly hear how
my heart beats
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
O four twenty six AM night in small city apartment bedroom studying alone, under stars, under
roof,
Steaming green porcelain teacup on sill of window propped open by ownerless two
by-four
O Steam, rising into cool wind, swirling, disappearing in howling black night to silver
maple leaves on limbs of giant bushy tree lathering in wind.
Desk light, O, my desk is covered in court cases,
Fugitive slave in shack by river staring glassy-eyed in oil lamp at pink dawn weeping,
***** in rags shuddering in corner sweating, lacerated by whip of laughing bearded
man in gallon hat
and my spliff ash on twelve scattered pages.
O awe, teacup, steam and cool wind dancing, tree
fanning in great commotions of wind-breaths through the window
Buzzing on energy pill I sat in black leather desk chair gazing, stood up, walked quietly in socks
and grabbed the mug, extended my arm ***** out window in icy air
grasping Olympian Statue of Liberty torch of steaming green tea I brought my
head through window looked up and cool-eyed I saw a star.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
Would you share a moment with me, over some herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certainly cause’ in my
hand I bet your hand would fit perfectly. Its like we floatin in
space when you flirtin with me, can’t believe the moments we
have, don’t wanna move to quick, but honey without you I’d
be sick. I’m saying this from the heart best believe it from
the start, with you in mah life, I wanna make you mah wife.
Don’t think just react it makes it easier in fact, you look
better with no make up on I hope you don’t take it wrong.
When the sun sets upon your eyes, your beauty becomes
disguised hidden in between the feelings of lust and love, I
can fall for you with just one shove. Getting swallowed in the
waves of commotions I can’t help to feel these emotions, I get
lost for for words tryin to describe your curves. Not in a sleezy
way because I like how gentleman play, not in such a style to drive
these ladies wild, but with such manner and bliss he plants one kiss.
Upon the lips of beautiful lady who isn’t so shady, upon the woman
with class which any man shouldn’t pass, upon the one with the big
dreams which have no seems. With just one kiss he knows he can’t
miss, the love of his life that will soon be his wife.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
our daily information
defies all expectation
reporting in unnerving detail
how trains derail, tour buses fail
to stay on roads without a rail
how terrorists attacked again
when nobody expected them
what nonsense politicians spew
unfortunately quite a few
how the economy keeps getting worse
yet billionaires still fill their purse
pollution levels have ‘improved’
El Nino has the jet streams moved
millions of refugees are loose
around the globe, few clothes, no shoes
armies and gangsters flex their muscles
cannot resist the deadly hustle
and for the icing on the cake
thousands of lives are now at stake
we learn without too strong emotions
that a new virus was discovered
the waters of our rising oceans
have by now covered
a third of several island nation's land
no more idyllic beaches with white sand
all this mixed in
with those exciting human interest stories
about the latest dog show winners
some brilliant wunderkind beginners
major and minor worries
from distant neighborhoods
commercials for the latest fads
and all the current healthy foods
self-advertising TV channel ads
who’s s great in sports
and who of sorts
in short
24/7 of much useless blather
that neither alters our lives
nor can we change its mostly dreary facts
yet we risk drowning under this debris
of cacophonic sound and image bites
unless we learn to
set our marks
clear our sights
turn into info sharks
devouring just those bits
of almost hidden information
we can make sense of and digest
the clues to what is really going on
below the surface of our media-created ocean
it’s the commotions in the depths
that teach us best
give us a glimpse behind the curtains of stale words
make us aware there’s little time for rest
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
I took a walk
To ease the pain
Clear my mind
Just to stay sane
I walked a mile
and looked around
the wonders of nature
i had found
A brook flowing
so i sat down
and looked at the sky
A simple thing
But so complex
Why Blue
Why Clouds
Why birds
I try to guess
The blue for sadness
Holding us down
We must escape into space
For new worlds to be found
The clouds for rain
To show emotion
Show us we are not alone
Through life's commotions
The birds for dreams
that we one day might
Grow some wings
And start to fly
Through the emotions
and sadness
Holding us back
So we may soar into endless space
And see the stars we long to be
and notice even more
mysteries
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
I know this august baby and she can be a little crazy
She can cut you a look that will have you pushing up daisies.
Nonetheless she's a good look, that can have your mind crazy
And
that's wild that she can flash you a smile
That's so amazing
It makes you wanna snap a pic and keep it on file
But no erasing
And so,
She is confident like a lion and can move mountains without trying
She is more dominant then the Mayans
She the **** I ain't lying
Truth be told, she is one to behold
On the periodic table she is known to be gold that makes her impressive
Have I mentioned her eyes,
No
now I will address'em
They are clearer than the Blue skies
They make me wanna die........
Whoa correction
they make me wanna dive right in
Cause those eyes are like the ocean
Full of constant commotions
2 gateways to your soul
Full of common emotions
Caution she's been through some **** and she knows life is a ***** because they've met
and she was loving life at the same time with no regrets
You wouldn't say she is lucky but blessed is what she is
Living life on the edge, thank God she didn't slip.
V.v.V. Ds
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Dusty smells stir with the howl.
Echoing between the rattling cobwebs of this cave.
There's an army marching, drumming
through the rot of these commotions;
Strewn like splatter upon this ground,
without evidence of any past sound.
There's a streak of sunshine
crashing through the cracks,
pressing against a dried crust of face
caked in the ashes of war:
a battle turned silent;
the wounded, free of it's tyrant.
Out there in the empty space,
rain begins to fall.
All that is dead and hard,
slowly unravels, twirls, crawls.
Blinking at the sharpness
of what remains left in this darkness,
scattered alone across the floors.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
I'm a foster kid as you know
With no one by my side to stay
I am alone with problems
Great...
I still cut and hide but that's what I'm good at
But let me start at the beginning
I was a gregarious kid who was witty and smart
Then came the day where it all went wrong
A CPS lady came to the house
And commotions came about
There was yelling and screaming
There were tears that were running around
And I had to pack my bags to get out
As you know I was abused in the household and was threaten here and there
But I still loved my mom for she was the only one there
But it was an unsafe
I couldn't stay
She took me away and here I am today
A sixteen year old gal who is living on her own
With no one by her side
With scars on her skin
I say "it's my fault I was taken away" but "it's for the best" they'd say
But she loves me but in reality that wasn't true
So now I hide and no more gregarious as I was before
I'm no longer smart as Im starting to fail school
I'm no longer witty cause there's no need for that anymore
I'm just useless in this world
For no longer I shall stay
For there's no reason to
For I am actually no one
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Let me write you a love letter,
a letter to sing my heart out better
to pour my emotions
and express my commotions
so it goes...
nothing! because that's what I felt
the moment you left,
As empty as this blank space
left alone in this phase..
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
**everyone knows doubt & fear
it's a roll of the loaded dice
my heart wafts along whirling waves
currents of turmoil and crescendos
surfing tranquil seas or taken asunder
like ripples illuminated under stardust
and dark moons illicit pathos
i drift along emotion's seascapes
serendipitous cascading commotions,
waiting for sand's salvation to be set free**
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
we talk
I gawk
into the abyss we walk
do you see how those empty eyes spark...
I do
we do
love each other ado
your secrets I accrue...
blood spill
hearts drill
tring tring we fill ear to ear through vaudeville
commotions instill ...
strangers once
enchanted into the same ambience
parting through resilience
into Oblivion...
you should not
I shall not either
drift back to that oneness once sought
whence hearts of ours aflutter...
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Noor Alam dear what could I do for you?
Your proper name stands for light of the world
Gone are the light and the color and hue
From your eyes and your face darkness covered
Yet you lay alone on the playground slide
Easy and cozy as on a mother's lap
When all the inmates with that syndrome hide
Not wanting to show the guests their mishap
You cling the ladder rails resting your head
On the slippery slide lay listening calm
I do not know a bit of what you said
Except for the name you lisped 'Nooralam'
Your growth and look matching a UKG
Yet, weak and weighed down under languid love
The ladder forms a mother Emoji
Beckons 'hurry and hug me heathen mom'
Lying quiet with ears close to metal sheet
As you try hard listening to her heart beat
Does she respond to your cling to her feet?
Else why should you sneak away to this seat?
Does she cry or sing to you lullaby?
Or do you see angels laugh and play near by
Else what prompts you to come and lay lonely?
And watch with your closed eyes some mystery!
Noor Alam dear what could I do for you?
We have been joyful making fuss and fun
Bright and delightful singing songs anew
But failed to see your play with shades and none
Our commotions and haughty naughty plays
Shed shadows on your whimsy flimsy ways
Our races are rude reckless and intense
Unaware of your lowly lonely presence.....
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
Today I suppose I put on a facade like we're hosting a play excluding emotions. Or maybe I'll just act a game of charades that only I am aware of completely and everyone else can decipher the commotions that play in my head like a movie on repeat because I don't want to tell them straigh. It just hurts worse and I can't be discreet. I could rant and rave until it's all let out and I still wouldn't feel right. Here I don't feel safe. Why can't I have warmth in the burrow of your arms at night? Well I ruined that and can't have much more and I live with regrets of things I've done before. Things could be different if I knew how to forget the things that I've had in my life that treat me like their pet... Treated me like their SLAVE, like they were my master and no one could save me from myself or the others.... And here I sit in the end wondering why anyone bothers....
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
I've got a common set of insecurities.
A wide variety of trust issues.
A closet filled with I can't love you's.
I've got a tainted heart,
Painted all over with cracks,
Wrapped around in bandages,
Filled with holes where hope escapes leaving me less whole.
I've got a broken mind.
One which over-analyses each concept of the world to avoid further damage.
I've got hitched breaths and broken voices.
Wirings in my head,
Cocked up screws running my emotions
Forcing me to hide and avoid commotions
I've turned into a literal device.
I've been given limitations.
Turned into a personification.
Talk about a huge oxymoron.
I've been turned into the world's biggest metaphor,
An allegory of what people shouldn't be.
I've been made into some anecdote.
They believed I would succumb to the notion of pain.
That I could be battered and tattered into some emotional mess.
To wallow and swallow the hurt,
To writher and turn hollow.
The thought assumption is that the final process of completely annihilating a person.
They must be tantalized and blown to smitherings with ones past.
It's the perfect analogy of a literal masterpiece that comes with a lesson.
However the forgotten loophole of meeting a person willing to stand by us has been casted off.
With the assumption our feelings have become one as machinery.
They forgot we could be Wall E and Eva,
We could defy the code.
We could stand tall, fight the pain and feel better.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am the ocean of your love
Your love flows
in drops
Of my being
Vast and infinite
No island to see
Filled with Joy
Mysteries and Romance
Where We meet and dance
You are my mountain
Wearing clothes
of Silence
you rise above
Calm, Peaceful
and so deep
Snow of your love
Merges with me
Melting from your peak
Come for a swim
I will embrace you
with the waves
of my
loving
emotions
Dive into it
I will keep you
Safe deep within
my seabed
Away from commotions
Finding yourself
In this Depth
of love
You find
nothing
But yourself
©️Sobbingsoul
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC