"damping" poems
My
Third eye
Clouded
Busy blurry skies
What have I done
To the you and I
To the me and you
That could never be
Drawn to these pleasures
Between these sheets
Smothering moonlight
Deep summer heat
Damping lust
Still no retreat
The flame burns
Even hotter
When You and I cheat
.....
Take my hand
and come with me
to dreams of love and lust
Where....drifting down
the blurry skies
the eye need not adjust,
Where....
moonlight dances merrily
reflecting us unseen.
The smoldering heat
of our united union,
except to you and me
No need to worry
the things that we do
between the sheets
of carnal pleasure
that draws me to you.
Together we will reach our peak
as we share this glorious night.
Lie with me beneath the moon
and feel its timeless flight.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
days are getting longer
colors, warm and bright
as flowers bloom,
I wonder
Is it spring outside
sweat and tastes of icecream
sunlight in my back
burning nights and feverish dreams
it's summer in my flat
rain and whirling, falling leafes
tea and halloween
wandering birds and deepest grieve
it's autum so it seems
damping breath and snow
scarfs and woolen coats
powdered, white wonderworld
and winter's shadows grow
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
Wandering across dewy grass,
with the taste of red wine
still burning on my tongue.
My eyes rise up to the stars,
with mistrust,
as though their light had
betrayed me.
I curse them
for ever giving me
a sense of hope.
I tear them down
from the midnight sky and
throw them to the ground.
Damping their light
in the dewy grass
beneath the sole of my shoe.
“There’s nothing left to shine for”
I tell them.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
dawn's clouds curl upon
the cycle of horizon. light
seeps, wells up in a silent
garden of distant coastlines
and suspensions of dust
particles. torn pinnacles
arrange in geometries known
only to collapsing cities;
boulevards of tremulous
ghostlike figures, swaying
staccato below collected
damping leaves in perfect
symmetries against the sky of
tiled grains.
oh, if time stood
still. if the blood could freeze
in my capillary beds. if this
feeling would last for the
remainder of days.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
There is nothing but the chimes to remind me, a clock face full of good times of sad sometimes not times, but the chimes hold no memory, they all ring inside me like a dishcloth wrung dry and only the damping of tears reminds me again of the how and the why and the crying out of fears, so many things in one boat.
Nothing but the dull throb hung on my chest like a watch fob and the chime, the chimes, cutting into and out of the day, no time and time's no friend until the echo of time starts to end and the chimes fade away.
And then we wind up the spring and step into beginning again, we are the hands on the clock face keeping pace with the clock and time is the lock that we open then lock and the chimes are the stock in trade.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
*Your touch on me,
firm, protective,
searching
me out.
Trying to touch my
every detail that has
been covered with
the forest's leaves.
Your fingertips so
tender and soft
against my skin.
Your hands so
delicate as they
unknotted the
weeds and seeds
tangled up in
my hair.
Our thoughts drenched
us in love in that moment.
Our thoughts of passion
and lust began to turn
us on.
Making our hearts
pound so strong making
us both nervous and
hard.
Your heat warmed my
body that has been
cold for a long time.
Your hands covered
my chest and rose from
being exposed to the
wind and these woods.
Is it destiny that sent
you here ? Is it fate that
let us kiss and touch ?
Is love that allowed our
hearts to sing along the
same song ?
The leaves and vines
giggled when your lips
brushed against my
blushing cheeks.
The sky sighed and
weeped tears of joy on
us damping the soil
beneath our bare
feet.
Our kisses and hugs
made nature gaze in
awe. It made nature
shout out for an
encore.
While the birds above
placed a crown of the
brightest leaves upon
my head.
You kneeled down on
both your knees , kissed
my hand and proposed
to me in front of the
trees and the fallen
leaves* ~
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Perforations on a notebook,
Variations on a theme
Accusations in her writing,
Bad sensations in her dream.
Keeping up her outer image,
Dressing down her deep turmoil
Showing up for work and home life,
Damping down the blood that boils.
Inventory of her lifetime
Crooked story, twisted prose
Imagery of her writing,
Stationary English rose.
Holding still for family portrait
Holding fast to moral code,
Trying still to uphold values,
Thinking faster than she knows.
Ever trying, always failing,
All the while succeeding, yet
Ever after, all her chances
Always bring her past regrets
To the surface ever higher
To the eyes that burn with tears -
To the past her back is turned now,
Face to the future's outstretched years.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Countless witnesses saw them materialize
in the late evening skies.
Not any type of planes seen before
no earthly flying machines!
About six is what seemed perfectly clear
each coming uncomfortably near.
Other sightings reported but not like these
a dazzling display as one dived.
Crashing with an explosion then ball of fire
fire engines were deployed.
Tackling the immense blaze they were puzzled
being told any talk was muzzled.
Damping the hot embers they found creatures
never seen here before!
Alive on the burning scorched ground.
small with big red eyes.
Clawed hands and horns on the head.
were they something to dread?
The firemen captured one in a net
what was happening here?
They took it to the hospital injured
not wanting to touch.
Medical staff repulsed at its vision
what could be done the decision!
The other lights went out and were gone
a curfew then imposed.
Stories were rife of devils in the wild
the government denied it was so!
Mistaken identity the reason given
once again the truth hidden!
From the start the military took over
like Roswell facts changed quickly!
Reliable sources gagged or somehow died
rumors of a plane taking evidence
Out of the country to a specific destination
adding disturbing speculation!
So the mystery deepens what is going on
people know something is wrong!
WHAT!
As these were likely the alien crafts cargo
not the crew so the conspiracy will grow!
The Foureyed Poet
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
I, sitting on my porch, all world around
The drop upon the roof, such damping air,
The plop from the metal falls to the ground.
Magnificent such sight fills with despair
When white electric strike, silenced fury,
A rumble loud so fills my ringing ears.
Above all, evergreen that stood as jury,
A misty sky, lighted and looks, appears,
To sight, but dark arrives too hard.
The pattering is strong and now comes bleak.
The wind, so sharp and crisp, has played a card,
And bends the stem, the leaf, and blows to creak.
I smell old air, fat crickets far do hum.
Oh yes, this will not stay, the cold will come.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Raindrops
I lifted my head to face the drizzling rain
Little streaks in the background
Wetting my cheeks, damping my hair, soaking my clothes
Rain clouds overhead
Grey cotton puffs in the vast and wide sky
Shielding the light, bringing the cold with them
I stood in the pouring rain, letting the chill sink into my bones
Like needles boring into my joints
Do I have an umbrella?
Yes, yes I do.
It's in my hand, waiting to be opened.
Do I want to use the umbrella?
Perhaps.
But the rain makes me feel
Even if the only thing I feel is pain
I'd want to feel alive
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
Clinging on the elusive cliff
I see nothing that might hurt beneath
With not much that is close by
I'll be taking my sweet time,
Trying not to fall to feel the sky
I might do everything, or nothing much,
A cloud of inertia I'm not hurrying to reach.
All is left is a huge sigh
Out the shell I was shielded by
I was dressing colorful to be alive,
Now swimming through the waves,
Heating up my ways,
Walking slowly, racking up the pace,
Bumping on rocks, damping the grace,
Playing the melody,
Relaxing the agony.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
Dear silence,
Thanks,
For always accompanying me even when I'm lying half slept, or half dead on my bed.
For being a blabbermouth always,
You've a lot to say, and
I'm your addicted listener.
For getting deep into the bleakness of my heart,
And making room for yourself,
Amidst all the crowded voices and thoughts on my head.
And then making your way to my eyes, and get drowned in their haziness.
Helping me gulp down the screech and hide my face against the pillow
With millions of emotional turmoils and crisis,
In the minute sniffles of
Choices made and opportunities lost.
For being around me at my continuous gaze at the flickering light and sickly falling scurfs from my ceiling,
Due the damping weather outside and the one inside my heart.
And at the knock at my door, or heart;
Coming down to my lips, and curling them in the most pretentious ways in between the overstays of the conversation,
With the one before me
And the one inside me.
You've been a beautiful companion throughout,
And your unwillingness for me to requite you the same
Makes you the lover most sacrificing.
Your selfish lover,
Aparajita Tripathi.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
rain
damping everything
pain
i can hardly feel a thing
the pressure
push me to be sure
nothing in me is pure
and you don't have any cure
i don't want to live anymore
i don't want to fail like before
i don't want to be called *****
and thrown to the floor
i did the test
i've tried my best
more than i could expressed
i just want to sleep
dive into the deep
forgetting all the things i can't keep
all i have to do is leap
i just want to die
i don't want to lie
so let me cry
let me fly
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
I dream of the day, when I get to do the drugs.
My body riddled, in shades and haze from all the ******* in my blue veins.
The floor is my Haven that's in which I may stay.
Past the morning to today.
When I was ten, I went to the pen.
The bars where made of steel, but I rather pop a pill for its thrills.
Instead of the reels of a damping feel.
I'll take my **** for its cold chills.
After the skin sores have Mapped my whole appeal.
Know, I can see the reality in this new deal.
Twenty to thirty years for cooking up my own thrills.
And I walk in my ten by two space.
Now searching the walls for a dusty old pill.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
Air heavy as a stone
Fear always hardening the lung
Smiles were taken off and gone
From the sweet heart where they hung
Building a wall made with glances
You need to shield all your senses
And their cold words, they hurt the most
Take your whole mind and get it lost
Pain at your home, pain at your school
So scared you can never break the rule
Raindrops slips in the cracks of your shell
Damping your eyes in ways you cannot tell
And as those silent tears roll down your cheek
I wonder will you ever find all that you seek
If there's a warmth that I can bring
If there's a thing that I can do
If there's a song you'd like to sing
I'd be glad to sing it with you
And in your head put back your crown
Whatever happens, I'll never let you down.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC