"concurs" poems
I wish you could see me the way you saw her.
Invest in her hobbies,
And all she concurs.
Knowing her in and out,
The infatuation the adoration.
I may be with you
There is no difference.
I cannot control your point of views
My mind refuses to acquiesce.
I wonder how you would be,
The difference in all possibilities
You on my end instead
Feeling the pains of an unrequited lover's bed.
She is the bane of my insecurities
What was once a strong and confident woman
Has succumbed and bathes in endless pain.
How little I've become to let a lover's past
Possess me feeling inhumane.
I wish I could see me before I saw her.
Accepting you've moved on
Loving me
Why do I still feel so withdrawn?
I wish I could believe you love me more than you did her.
Is it my thirst for knowledge
The reason I'm broken?
Knowing all you've done for her
Yet none for me?
The time and energy I've always longed for,
I wish all you did for her you did for me.
I want to be secure with you,
To keep on loving you the way I do.
Enjoying our friendship and the intimacy we share
You care, I know.
But I'm struggling to stay happy with you
To forgive and let go.
I wish you knew how much I love you.
The frustration I'm going through
To stay with you
hoping,
You see more in me than what you saw in her.
Though I do not know
For your feelings are never shown.
The truth will set me free
And I'll no longer wish
you could see me the way you saw her.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
Strike the clock
family lost
at the red blood wedding
from the evil the concurs the land,
For a girl hides
but no mother cries
when her daughter is married away
trapped in their clutches to stay.
No armoured men go off to war
but only soldiers from far away.
Snow hasn't fallen
but winter is calling
Far north of the wall
It awake.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
I wonder what goes through her head
She's like a book I've never read
The cover both enchanting and confusing me
I comment how her hair looks cute
And peel another piece of fruit
Turns out orange will rhyme with something
With pith under my finger nails
You interrupt, rebuff, regale
You said you know that I'm waiting for you
It seems the radio concurs
The DJ spins 'Venus in Furs'
As you amuse yourself to cure me
While that's less quote, more paraphrase
And now it's weeks instead of days
But you still get to stay equivocal
I'm feeling far too old to care
'Bout books and covers, pith and hair
So I'll just take it out on poetry
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
It would take time
"Upon a promise"
I would never let you pass
Life
&
Death
Meant nothing as we were
Connected, what I had to do
Took conviction,
Loyalty,
Love,
Commitment
To keeping you within the living
"Blade Of Essence"
"Drink to your full"
Each one I shed a tear for
But love concurs all,
Many must negate there existence
For one to live,
*"It took all life with but a ******
Essence of life concentrated but a drop
"Each had felt bone cut In to flesh"
There features fluctuated, then dust
For with out
Life
Force
Nothingness
Remained, a breath of wind
Pasted and features were lost
As into the abyss they disappeared,
I needed to fill all
There were five pins, each one held
The essence of many lives,
I had taken many,
But it did not only give life
"Restored youth"
I had been at this such a long time,
The scars upon flesh never heal
I grip hard as I cut,
Jagged,
Torn,
Flesh
Marks, are a story of my journey
I do this for
"LOVE"
"She is my existence"
I have taken so many
So much essence
Now my journey nearly ended
So few left to fulfil existence,
I need her to
Breathe,
Pulse,
Love
Conquers all, each fought valiantly
But the blade greeted each and all,
I have filled the pins, now is the time,
"Each given of essence"
"All bleed life"
"That which was before"
"Essence of life restore as was before"
I paused, I waited an eternality
Of moments,
Breath returned
Pulse returned
Angelic in her looks,
Her eyes opened after so many lifetimes
"She gazed upon me"
Saw scars upon flesh
I told her the moments of eternity
That love lives forever
And nothing in
Above
&
Below,
Would separate two beats as one,
Lips were connected
So many lifetimes
Met in moments, love breathed anew
Then pain shuddered
"I felt weak"
"Whispers echoed upon fading life"
"Love can not be feed with taken life"
As lips caressed, life turned to dust
"Our embrace were moments"
Then I realised that love conquers all even death
"What had I done"
Taken so many,life for life isn't living
"We were but concentrated droplets"
Our moment now lost to the winds
"The blade of essence"
Drank its full, may we both find our love in the afterlife..
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
she remains a fuzzy memory mystery once a fountain of laughter joy *** intimacy camaraderie now a myth gone for many years old ****** box waiting deep on bathroom shelf unused le creuset pots asleep inside kitchen cabinet in her absence i became her my hair as long as hers what shall we do today i ask myself dry throat tries to swallow raspy voice concurs birds outside my window chirp harassing sounds where is she if only i had known every day i think of her willowy physique tomboy titlessness asymmetrical exotic ******* knobbiest knees i’ve ever seen i guess what i miss most is our trust in each other
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Strive ..
Set up standards
Earn gold
Glorify the empty space
With hope
Transition from a seed
Into a rose ,
Queen stand tall upon
Her thrown
Ruler but rather
Misunderstood
Kingdom comes upon the envy
Fights back with horns
Consolidate the negative, concurs her thrown .
A mind over matter is no matter of time .
Grid the world , a journey for treasured riches .
No rules or enemies can manifest the energy of a strictly striving soul.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
What once was
Never happened
The way we thought that it did.
Become aware of how it has been,
And how it shall be again.
So when my mind
Concurs to you who
Loves to lie beneath my skin.
My truth divides
Two sides
Colliding
Truth and denial
At war within.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
The bed's been alone,except for only I.
The big round red chair says he spent a long time talking to her that one night, when I was away.
The computer monitor won't share, what it saw went by.
And the shower head won't say that it saw us both cry.
My car said it saw her, before I took over
The garage door says nothing, but shelters me ever.
The dog just looks at me sadly misses him here
The pillow states it's been days since I shed one tear.
My coffee cup reports that it has seen me dancing
Alone to unwind, while the place gets cleaned out,
My wallet concurs, the new cards at me glancing
The car echoes softly I've been out and about.
The scale will echo that I've lost some weight
And on the stove, the omelet pan looks satisfied.
The fridge says some ales have met mysterious fate.
The eggs say their fellows have all been pan fried.
The dresser says hey, but his socks are still here?!
The mirror mumbles something, about a reflection
Not knowing the ending or where they will steer.
And all of them feel that it's one strange direction.
©November 06, 2006
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
How many prayer must be answered
Before an atheist believes,
Believe
There is a God
How many mysteries must be solved
Before our priest concurs,
Concur
There is no God
How many heart must be broken
Before Cupid accepts,
Accept
There is no love
How many poem must be written
Before She realizes,
Realize
I am in love with her
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
Sleep flirts like an amorous woman,
Defined by her ****** concern
My subconscious flutters by,
Momentarily catching my eye.
And transported to an unknown cushion.
There I see sights I disagree.
Some familiar, others unexpected to a large degree.
One I do not know.
It came from somewhere deep and low.
Now arisen, I watch and see.
A concept my intelligence abhors.
Yet, my emotion concurs.
Contradiction that I should fight.
My emotion fights back, with vigilant might.
There I lie. The body stirs.
“King, King,” shout the mind.
“I am Queen,” shout emotion, “and shall not bind.”
The Queen outmoves the King.
A great, for me, sting.
In my eyes, this Queen is not kind.
You have flummoxed my essence
And have brought a strange presence.
This is madness,
Surrounded by sadness.
Truth is thus: I mourned your absence.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
These days I find myself
as hollow as a dead tree.
Little emotion concurs with
my surroundings.
Weights latch onto my eyelids,
and refuse to subside.
Rarely do I feel a smile
creep upon my lips
anymore.
Talking has become a chore
that I am beginning to ignore.
The bounce in my step
is slowly fading
as the days pass.
Strings of conversation are now
foreign to my uncaring ears.
My distance is noticeably
increasing, and escaping
its former mask.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
Unsteady feet,
Tread cobbled, wobbled floor,
Little potted plants,
Dead at the door.
Salt in the air,
Flurries of sun
Entwine fair hair.
Cables zap as they shake
Up above,
In this place of chipped paint,
Lacking it's love.
Spray crashes over
The spread harbour arm,
Knocking out,
All of its charm.
A sweep of the gale,
All unsteady will fail
to keep postured posed and poised.
A flick of the mist,
wail of the lighthouse,
As the weather consumes,
The quaint little homes,
All torn up
In the turmoil of natures fumes.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
like those moments in harmony
when i say "you drive" and
you say "i drive"
and the universe
concurs that the
one of us
will tip our head back and
the other one
of us will clench the wheel--
wherein both parties reap the
spoils of our little zero-sum game
because i get to leave the ground
_"don't stop"_
kicking up gravel with the heels of the rubber and
you get to feel the earth
_"let me go"_
leaving acrid smoke and burning metal
and then, there, that somewhere in the middle i win and you win and the windows close us back up against the cold whiplash
of sand and air
and the sums cancel out like they
_always, always have._
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
*Forget not
That at the lowest part of the humble path
Resides the divot
Which concurs and divides
Not passing feet
But yearns to keep the honest truth
Which is bestowed upon the earth
By means of rain
Teeming with life and oxygen
How it tries to keep itself within
Both without fail, and with inevitability
Because the water will certainly soak or sway
But the divot itself will forever stay
Embedded in the earthly clay
Beneath our walking feet
So forget not to tread lightly, ever so
On this, the placid soil underneath*
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
It's not a sweet sunshower
It's just a sour spring blur
I'm sipping on a wilting flower
With a dour devil who concurs
That all this sweating and shaking
Won't help bring home the bacon
And the everlasting shiver is making
My fragile bones crack with the quaking
Tell me what it takes to make this go away
Cause my ducts are dry and I can't cry today
Tell me what to do to make this life seem true
Cause this duck is drowning and the water's not as blue as me
All I have left is prayer, as they burden me with truth or dare
So show me the alchemy
Print me out the recipe
Cause I'm being eclipsed by the rain
Just like Layne
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
of recent days I've found a Texan chum
she so concurs with my stance
we're of the one thinking plum
there's that familiar concordance
in regards to a particular matter
she so concurs with my stance
our minds are definite of akin patter
on expressing the very same thing
in regards to a particular matter
we've voiced it as the ditto type ring
one is sure of her alike opinion
on expressing the very same thing
unanimity is our common dominion
seldom will one see such assent
one is sure of her alike opinion
both of us being in principle consent
seldom will one see such assent
of recent days I've found a Texan chum
we're of the one thinking plum
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
First sight.
Hands numb.
But I need those.
Thoughts blurred.
Heart concurs.
Where the hell is this going?
Poetic lines escape my lips.
She giggles.
I can't believe I said that.
Where is my head?
I'm better than this.
Or am I?
She's out of my league.
So many questions I dare not ask.
They're predictable, boring, and bland.
Where is my head?
Would she prefer a man?
God! Am I the boring and bland?!
Eyes set on mine.
Maybe this is my time...
I won't know until I kiss her goodbye.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
If the time is not right and I die – just be brave,
Read this to ease the brokenness inside, Love!
Let the tears run from thy eyes down to the ground of my grave.
I’ll accept it as condolence for my body underneath - for my spirit above.
My vitriolic tone shall not surprise thee.
I wrote this to whoever has cared.
Grief can be expressed, but not forever – I am now free.
Thereby in hearts - will leave scars and on time - will leave fear, instead.
If time concurs, I now have to die to wake up my legacy.
This is the inevitable sorrow that we can’t run into, but face.
No one can heal, but at least try to find some remedy.
Send love, above is farewell, and in the earth is your warmest embrace.
The life of ours won’t end in death,
It is in living without love and leaving without legacy at our last breath.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
my tongue is craving for alcohol;
my esophagus is getting dry from all these cryings.
my liver concurs;
don’t worry about cirrhosis, it says,
you’re already gone before it occurs.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
In autumn as the leaves fall,
my hand is placed in hers.
Shes wearing green-yellow eyes,
and a green paisley shawl.
The Creator of All
,with her subtle grace, concurs.
Her beauty is whole.
The brilliance of her form
only a reflection of pure soul,
and this purity can be seen
exampled by her life.
I pray that you may know her
so you may taste what heavens like.
Heed my words," be like her!",
and even on earth
there shall be no strife.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC