"consummated" poems
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A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose—
Combinedly alighting—
Himself—his Carriage was—
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity—
Their Moment consummated—
Remained for him—to flee—
Remained for her—of rapture
But the humility.
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Favorite word: “nymphet”, but no!
Halcyon, a kind of drug, you know.
Searching through the pages’ mist
And imagined deeds
Of poets’ needs…
I found my favourite word,
As asked,
Neither sacred nor profane
That describes the Venetian rain
In my beloved’s eyes
And the Florentine sun upon her hair:
“Auburn, russet, mythopoeic”.
Oh, it is not fair,
To liken an object
Of my lust and love
To anything as mortal as autumn air!
Nor “October’s orchard Haze”;
She had her own
Inscrutable, premeditated ways!
Rather let me say that she was perfect,
Though her eyes, pale and myopic,
Her shuffling gait and
Graceless limbs, to them Grace lends
Fey charm, the power to mend
My suffering and
Delusions of a poet’s end
As anything but pathetic,
(Her mother’s fondness for vague emetics)
And I left softly hanging,
On a girl’s new taste,
A tang of russet apples on her face,
But no, not that, the sum
Of my love, My Lo!
Then her bleak demise, partly by my hand
That none of you brutes could understand;
The pure love,
So sadly consummated,
Between a lover
And the one she hated
Yet loved once with inexplicable delight,
On one stolen, frightened night…
In which the two of us agreed
To satisfy a simple, yet maniacal need,
And then depart…
But I could not,
You see;
She was my life,
My love, my heart.
Humbert Humbert 1950
Sharon Talbot ca. 2005
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
It’s been said to cause success,
Yet its’ face is boldly grim.
Some even say it makes or breaks you,
Kills your soul, or fills the brim.
It’s been deemed the roughest test,
Where preparation meets implausible.
Whenever passion makes a breakthrough
Sounds of hell’s end become audible.
It’s received reviews of stress,
Of endless torture tearing through.
Leaving good men self-departed,
For they had no will to make it through.
It’s been seen in years of the past,
The trials of Job denote it well.
As Satan crushed his joys,
Job consummated to prevail.
It’s been said, “show no regret!”
When you look deep into your mind,
For this test is truly an artist
Creating a man, from pure divine.
So why let discouragement corrupt
Your trip through the abyss?
For it’s been said to cause success,
And that’s one hell of a gift.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
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Step out of your life,
take my hand, walk with me.
Deep to the heart of the forest,
and we'll visit the bonding tree.
Step out of your life,
hold my hand, lets walk a while.
To the magic woodland glade,
just a few steps, just another mile.
Step out of your life,
grip my hand, tie the cord.
We will jump the midnight fire,
my Lady Leaf, your Green Lord.
Step out of your life,
kiss my hand, lose your dress.
Sky-clad lovers on a mossy bed,
natural union consummated, blessed.
Step out of your life,
holding hands, we'll walk together.
I will step out of mine,
hold your heart, promise you forever.
Step out of your life,
take my hand, walk with me.
Handfasted lovers, blessed by nature,
and witnessed by the bonding tree.
© Pagan Paul (28/10/16)
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
I was a child, then.
When a stormy sea
filled the air with hope,
and salt.
And there were hills to climb,
to sit with you
at the very top,
in silent darkness.
Where we held our breath
and lied to ourselves,
about what was wrong
or right.
The years passed us by.
On that hill beside the ocean,
where we consummated
our long-awaited desires,
and I felt sparkles
on your lips;
The same hill under which
I found my reflection
in a muddy pool of water.
The grass beside it was so fine,
and so green.
A park bench at the top
of a sunset hike through
the native valley,
in full bloom—wildflowers
reflected our openness.
Sandpapery stubble
on your cheeks
matched the texture
between my thighs,
which I kept only for you
and nobody else.
The day I knew you would
never be back,
the empty voicemail box,
the repetition in rising
each morning, without you.
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 5:14 AM UTC
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A happy lip—breaks sudden—
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated—smiling—
Just consummated—now—
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient—like a pain—
Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan—
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I visualize you
who I will never know,
Constant Stranger
I call you, I imagine
you when I write
and to think, you
will never know me
like the few who
I am close to, those
who say: I don't
understand what you
are talking about,
but I know what you
mean...you know
there is no other poet
on earth like me
and I know there is
no other poem in the uni-
verse just like you
and every two folks
have there own way
of loving, the poet
and the poem know
what they like, like
the kind that takes us
into different and strange
countries until we realize
at midnight, we are alone,
you and I, Constant Stranger,
anonymous mates whose love
can never be consummated.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Through the thunderstorms and mountains
of an urban jungle. Luna met
his lover. By sunrise,
he has forgotten
her name, and had to go, unknowing she has
dissolved into him a long, long time ago.
"In wisdom, Elohim created the world.
So man may grow in spirit, another
human was made from his rib
and called woman. What was one
was divided into two so they may
know themselves better."
Only in this separation and
stranger distance, their delicate essential
song. Consummated into
the oceans as if for refuge.
As he leaves the building to catch a bus home,
he passes by a newsstand. On a business
section: A Japanese company seeks
to formalize commercial mass Whale
killings for consumption.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
You told me you loved me,
a cursed lie from the cracked dead lips of a dead one.
You see your words are rotten and putrid,
flys around me like decayed flesh down to my very bones.
Consumed I am now the living dead,
my eyes are blind, my desire is you,
and nothing will stop me til i taste you.
You told me you loved me,
from eyes that are old and weary.
Seen things they shouldn't have,
they are blind to the living.
Exceptional delusional deceiving wonders of light,
in the darkest deepest most terrible night.
You tell me you love me,
from areas of your body you knew never existed before.
I am black and blue from arms that never held me,
from the *** we never had.
I am consummated by love and death,
my virginity laid within your lifeless, blistered hands.
You told me you loved me,
and there are flames in your words.
They lick the very part of me, like paper, i am ash,
Falling through my own fingers, I am death known,
and to myself i wonder, this is really love?
As i watch love destroyed by love.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
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Midsummer, was it, when They died—
A full, and perfect time—
The Summer closed upon itself
In Consummated Bloom—
The Corn, her furthest kernel filled
Before the coming Flail—
When These—leaned unto Perfectness—
Through Haze of Burial—
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That odd old man is dead a year—
We miss his stated Hat.
’Twas such an evening bright and stiff
His faded lamp went out.
Who miss his antiquated Wick—
Are any **** for him?
Waits any indurated mate
His wrinkled coming Home?
Oh Life, begun in fluent Blood
And consummated dull!
Achievement contemplating thee—
Feels transitive and cool.
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what a value to writing earnst
what a value to stay insane
what a value awaking the pains
what a value attack with offence
what a value to stay stiff cold
what a value to play bold
the kaleidoscope of every state of feel
any of which is void to display
no to go in depth of deny
lets not to scary so amiable guy
under all that chain of trials
is the same end:
in the best case you will be eager consummated
but never will face you any aid on revenge
since even in underground samurai are dead
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
wedded that day, on their way
to El Paso, for two nights in a grand motel
with TV, and AC
they would splurge,
for profligacy was not a sin at such times
and a fat steer was sacrificed for it
the radio filled the cab
of the pickup with Tammy "Why-not"
singing D-I-V-O-R-C-E
they sang along, changing the letters
to M-A-R-R-I-E-D, creating one cheerful
cacophony in their shared space
when the next tune started, he hit:
a greasy buzzard, wingspan wide as a fence post was tall
black as an oil slick
the old windshield was no match
for the vulture, and it was a vengeful one
that crashed through Ronny's side
glass, bone, feather and flesh
tore into his sweet face like a chainsaw
his blood blinding him
Ronny turned so hard on that wheel
the truck rolled, twice, landing them on
the passenger side in an arroyo
where he lay on top of her,
gasping, his blood dripping generously on her
"Ronny, Ronny..."
her legs were numb, and she felt a warm
liquid crawling down her back, one she knew
was from her own head
which smacked the roof
so hard she was surprised her skull
hadn't popped
or maybe it had, for she saw double:
two steering wheels; two setting suns; two mangled birds
and two crimson faced Ronny's
who then had stopped gasping, and only
slow breaths came from him, like a warm whisper
on her cheeks--but only until the song ended
and she knew, he was gone--and old verse
came to her, from Psalms, from Matthew, and she knew,
she was sure, someone would find them
and make her whole, and resurrect Ronny
for the good Lord would not do this to them, on this
hopeful highway, before they consummated
she harbored such a notion until
her own eyes closed, and other dark birds came
to find them, still, under her God's closed eye
(1968, north of Marfa, Texas)
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
The winter trees stand unclothed,
branches reaching for each other with woody empathy
craving their lovers touch, naked bodies of passion,
their children lie red and amber,
setting ablaze the verdigris blades,
that hold them kindly,
when their mothers can no longer carry them,
the embrace breaks them down,
allowing their earthy scent to creep to the nostrils of those who come to think a while,
enjoying the fleeting sun on their backs for a time,
on this frosty winter day,
The traffic seems obsolete,
if the whispering birds can learn,
to ignore the engine rumbles as can I,
the obsidian asphalt path carves delicately through this city sanctuary,
like an old english dance,
where courters would not touch their partner,
but embrace the sweet proximity,
and cherish the fire in their beloved's eyes,
and soul.
Water lies abandoned in the path,
reflecting the eternal blue of the afternoon sky,
an embodiment of tranquility,
a connection that can never be consummated,
a longing to be together again,
the water envies the whisp of cloud that has retained the skies clinch,
a ripple destroys the perfect portrayal,
but to give way to two Blue ****
absorbing its love,
and releasing it to one another,
as they speak to each other,
and elope toward the emerging pearl moon.
I brush my feet amongst the wood chip beds,
mere remnants of once great trees,
still huddling together in solidarity,
as though trying to reform what once was,
it makes me ponder of soul mates lost,
clutching at the memories that once were,
and pursuing to reforge a love that refuses to be broken,
adoration manifest as young sapplings reach upward,
sprouting from the shallow chippings,
ready to blossom with memories once more.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
I conflicted you,
confused you,
I never meant to
but you see baby
I'm defective from past
and
present abuse
misused,
mistreatment,
misdeeds,
misconceptions
recreated into what you
see
before you,
an
explosive mindless mess.
I should of got help
before
letting you in...
Should of
fixed me before
we began
but
you see papi
I didn't want to,
because
it'd mean
letting you go
for another to ****** up.
Ooh no
I could never have that,
so
I hide my pain-
until we fought and I blamed you
when it was never even your fault,
I tried to drown you in my anguish,
causing you
to become a beast instead of man!
took away your self-esteem
making you into what I believed
I wanted,
believed
I needed-
to become a better me.
See papi
I thought if you did all
I asked and laid in my bed-
things from my past would cease to exist.
I thought once we became as one
you'd pick up the burden of
my broke heart mend me
and
fix what once was lost,
help me to become better even
thou
I never knew what was yet best
for me...
I let you in,
when
I was wounded
and
while war was raging in my head...
All
I needed was you
in my bed-
inside of me
pumping nothing but deceit
as we consummated
a lie,
a dream,
unrealistic fantasies
and
things that could never be
but still
I held on turning
you into -
what others have turned me to
too.
Letting you
think your the only one
when
I had him them and those three.
I could never love you
because at the end of the day
I barely *******
loved myself!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright ©
Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 1:25 AM UTC
Let my wet lips welcome yours into the morning mist with a mingling
of our desired breaths. Dig in to me as our tongues explore their roots
like how the distant tree digs into the earth as she kisses the flaming sky.
Girl the roots of your hair must moan in pleasure as my fingertips
soothe them after pulling them in my unmeasured passion. My tongue
's wet with the desire to explore those forlorn parts of your frame, long
craving of affection - sides of your **** grape-firm inner lines of your
thighs that lead to the garden of eden. Oh the smell of that slippery
refuge intoxicates my snake, let me rattle your soft depths in thrusts
and leaps of mangled lust. Hold him, this incorrigible brat, in your palm,
caress his lovelorn base, soft as only you can, kisses will do too, see how
wet he's gone, sobbing for want of that silken touch of your moistened
depths. Baby let me in, let me feel your moans sink into my skin as you
bite me in embrace, your thighs curled over mine like branches of old
trees in consummated love. Feel my heated embrace as you weigh down
upon me deeper in your every passionate ****** Baby explode your
feminine gush on me as you reach for the summits of mysterious O's.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
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Not all die early, dying young—
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night—
A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop
Whole statured—by the side
Of Junior of Fourscore—’twas Act
Not Period—that died.
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I awaited naked on the bed
Waiting for the fireworks whilst
Fragrant jasmine clung to the air
My heartbeat hastened
Waiting for you to come
Chastened by my wanton ness
All the while awaiting you
Waiting to be cradled.
Elated by the night's promise
I sparkle in anticipation
Overstimulated I fantasise
Fireworks bang, clash and crash outside
Untranslated lust leave me and
The fireworks illustrated.
You, are finally here
My need to be consummated takes hold
You dominate my fire worked state of mind and nakedness
I shake and convulse like a sated rocket
Assassinated on the bed, we culminate
Wasted, elated
Blazoned lovers out animate
The fireworks.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
Death never quells
The tin ringing of its wedding bells.
Our own flesh, betrothed
To dirt, and consummated
As a glossy wooden box penetrates
Beneath the surface of the Earth.
How we tailor time to match,
A fitted formula that suits our thoughts.
Trails of missed connections,
Lead like breadcrumbs to
The fraction of a second, when you spoke too soon.
Your moment is lost. Words spoken
Forever emblazoned on the stone slab
Carried around as personality.
What you always meant to say,
Only ever reads as regret. We never count the steps
Between triumph and catastrophe.
Life is a burnt-out church house. A one-man quire
Singing sorrow, match in hand.
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 5:14 PM UTC
Former lover,
Indulge me this anguished plea,
prefaced by this confession:
You are the first and final piece of my soul.
My lungs inhale air and exhale a prayer;
A request to the divine forces that you remain whole,
That no shred of your perfect self is stripped away,
That the only thing that changes is how you perceive me.
That whatever trespass or gaff on my part is ripped from memory
That you hold even half of the opinion I hold of you.
Before you carry out that box
Of personal effects,
Of joyous memories,
Of melancholy epiphanies,
Of sensuous encounters,
Of laughs,
Of tears,
And all the material and otherwise classified fragments of this broken romance,
Realize that I am a man in love with you,
A creature on the brink of the chaotic crumble of his being,
As the pillars of love gone would destroy the Parthenon.
Former lover,
Before your foot steps have finished echoing against my walls,
Please heed the request of an explanation.
Please grace this dead love with the dignity of reason,
As opposed to leaving it in a cloud of an enigma,
Abandoned like a fish on a dock, left to slowly suffocate.
Abide this request as you would a dying man,
As you are doing little more than killing me.
Former lover,
Letting you go will be like releasing a tightened vice,
As my love for you is as a part of my being as my heart.
Saying our last goodbyes,
Sharing that final kiss that did little more than indulge me
In wistful fantasies of an inevitable reunion,
Consummated with regret, love, and reconciled with intimacy.
Your goodbye left strings,
Like a strand of saliva still connecting our lips even as you parted them.
Former lover,
You left the door open when you walked through it.
How could you be so cruel?
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
I'm your father
I want you to read this very carefully
I want you to understand something
I love you
I will always be proud of you
I'm 17 years old now
You are just a thought
You do not exist yet
But I want to tell you this now
Just in case I never come home again
I love you
I want you to know
I wish I could be there for your birthday
Wrap the presents on Christmas
Give you the keys to the car
When you're on your first date
I want to give you the money
So you can buy whatever you want
But if circumstances arise and conflict that
Know my dear son
I love you
I will be watching over you
You are a Guerrero
A warrior
So bear through the obstacles
Stay in school
Get good grades
Don't make the mistakes I have made
Love ever minute of your life
It's fragile and still young
I want to watch you get married
Become the man I never was
Son I love you
You have made me proud
And you haven't even been born yet
Nor have I even consummated with your mother
But I want you to know
I am a part of you
I want you know nothing of me
Just know I am your father
That I love you
That I am proud of you
Son you have a bright future
Just never let anybody say you are worthless
Don't fight with your mother
She loves you
She had to adjust to taking care of you
I wish you never have to read this
Because if you do
Then that means I am deceased and gone
But know I love you
I wish I could be there to give you the things
I was never blessed with
I want you to know
I have been through a lot
And my biggest mistake I will make
Is not being there for you
When you come out of your mother
I want to cry when I see you
I want to hold you
I want to tell you I love you
Look into your eyes
And say "You're a better man than I"
Son I love you
Never stop moving
Go forward and turn the world upside down
You made me proud
Long before you were born
Because you are my son
And I know you will go farther than me
Because you know I love you
Son Ti amo
Ask your mom what that means
You're not alone
I'm in your veins
I'm every breath you take
I'm you because you are me
You're my son
So son, go far
When it feels like a dream
That's when it is real
Sincerely, Your Father,
Robert L. Guerrero
P.S. I love you
Good night
Sweet dreams
Tell your mom I love her
Tell her good night for me
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
in our reflections I've
attempted to aggrandize
my perception
of I, cocooned
in the softness of
her petals bringing
about our dawning
as if, giving breath
to our birth, unfolding
upon a new sunrise
and we breathe in
the delicacy of nature
as I caress newborn
pouted lips
we gaze upon our
reflections together;
marvelling of God's beauty,
instilled within; as we
curl into warmth of limbs,
embraced in consummated
hunger; adorning ourselves
with earth's reflective hues
as in completed gestational birth...
reflecting new beginnings...
cocooned in bliss...
as I became hers...
and
she became mine...
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:26 AM UTC
Whisper of fragrance
invade the senses
as you wrapped your hands
around my neck pulling me down
two bodies chiseled on white sheets
shimmer in the evening glow
mouths part as
tongues mingle and
breathe becoming one
opens the floodgate to
delightful promises
heralding the ecstasy to come
Firm warm ******* paid
homage to by loving hands
two sentinels standing at
attention are slowly encircled
and tantalized into
sweet surrender
fleshy carvings of alabaster wraps
around my torso trapped and imprisoned
Eros deep in earnest passion
shy blushing pink swells with delight
nymphs and satyrs frolic
behind the bushes
The bed heaves and sway alive and joyful
with cries of overwhelming emotions
as lovers are transported
into delicious rapture
and the mystery of love
is finally consummated
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
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She wields waves of want
that paralyze my flight.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't,
wouldn't leave.
The quest for her touch consumes my all.
So I turn inexorably
to meet her once again.
Her hand covers my eyes
the old lovers game,
I feel her rapid breath on my neck
as her lips graze my skin,
teasing
as usual.
Guess who she sighs
as she kisses my ear,
moves to my neck
nibbles oh so gently,
***** oh so lightly.
My love I say
as I crumble with my lust
and we fall
embracing
neither willing to let go
for even a moment.
Fall to the ground hard
hurting my back,
but as she prys open my grimace
with her tongue
the pain disappears.
There is only pleasure when she is near
delicious inviolable embrace,
the world shifts its axis
as clothes are shredded,
skin reddened
flushed with blood,
anticipation
and rough hands.
Before our tryst is consummated
just as she arrived
she is gone.
I cry out into the darkness
Come back!
Maybe later
comes her throaty response...
If you earn it.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
this ain't love,
you've tortured my feeling
played on my ever needing lust,
consummated my need
as you relished in
my soulful screaming desire.
Release me tormentor
let me become free
of your wicked deeds
and your wicked ways,
how is this possible
after so long
you've come around
and i melt,
I melt
again & again
becoming this
unrecognizable person...
Longing to be in
your embrace
to feel the torture
start over again
to become victim to your
skillful ways
as you once more
maimed me and tame me ,
NEVER
agaain is what i once said
But lately
I can't think right I got this need
This greed
Feeding and fueling me..
I don't like where I'm going
with these thoughts....
Don't like these unwelcoming desires
you've stirred with in me once more...
Bleeding loves
un-concured
lustful lovers
never again is a myth
Cuz I see where I want to be
even if I already know
your no good for me!
This Ain't LOVE!
Always Me Ayeshah
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC