"daunts" poems
Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatical apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous
Futurity fatidics fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts
Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid
endearingly engendering amore
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatness apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous
Futurity fatidic's fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts
Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid
endearingly engendering amore
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.
Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,-
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.
Look, brook! O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will stray among these fields for him.
Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.
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Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose...
Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn...
Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood...
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They just fall out from a cloud
That soon will create the mud.
I’ll get a blanky and hide
From scary thunder so loud
My feet are wet cause of flood,
I need a vehicle to ride,
But it’s hard to find at night.
It daunts me that feels so odd
Water increased as high tide.
Oh! What a hazardous fight!
In my bag water was gain,
Pulled my body, made me slide.
I believe sun will come out
So smile and remove the pout.
Love experiencing the rain
And see sky, rainbow was lain.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
i have no eyes to see nor ears to hear,
no speech beyond my teeth or any breath,
i'm dumb for lack of thought in front or rear,
and paralyzed to stillness in my death,
so by enchantment i am moved to ask,
do ever you adorn my stone with wreath?
or is even a wreath a burdened task--
a limestone needing pulleys to bequeath?
and if no wreath, are you yet moved to haunt
this resting place to whisper to my mound?
or does this too remain a task that daunts
you to refrain from passing by around?
i often wonder if my plot still yields
a headstone or the mark of potters field
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
Tears fall from my eyes as I awaken,
The reason for my pain, still unshaken.
Each passing moment of the day,
Haunts me with flashes from the fray.
As night descends and darkness reigns,
I find the puzzle pieces in my chains.
My heart shatters, tears apart,
An unbearable weight in my chest, a broken heart.
I question the cause of this deep agony,
And scour the day for any sign of tragedy.
But my dreams reveal the painful truth,
Of emotions kept hidden, long in my youth.
Desire seeps through my very core,
And hope takes hold, a never-ending score.
Some say to let my heart lead the way,
But I know where that road leads, astray.
I push down the longing, the desire,
And pray for a moment's peace, a mere respite.
But the dreams persist, with unrelenting fire,
A visual feast of what could be, in vibrant light.
The passion and yearning within me burn,
As I struggle to keep the flames unturned.
But the heart wants what it wants,
A powerful force that never daunts.
And so I sit, with tears in my eyes,
Haunted by the dreamy haze of my nocturnal ties.
Feb 15, 2023
Feb 15, 2023 at 4:03 PM UTC
She
is a beautiful
giantess
painted with
blushing
rose-colored hues like
peaches-
-and-
cream;
her
soft hair
coils and
coils
of gold
with colors of
wild wheat
and
honey
twisted
throughout it;
with eyes
the color of the fairest
skies
in the world,
like ice cubes
with little dark blue flecks
of a mysterious
azure
stone,
cool and penetrative
and frighteningly
intense.
Actually,
they’re more like a Caribbean
Sea,
like when the waters shift
from a tender cerulean
to an amazing aquamarine…
and in the sun,
to the side,
they're the slightest hint of green…
Her
cheeks
are
blooming,
rugged
peonies
and her eyebrows
full
and the color of
sand
and
straw;
her
lips
ruddy plums
in every season of the year;
her gorgeous teeth
hug each other closely,
and when
she
smiles,
it’s a little
gift
from heaven…
her laugh is
infectious,
a hiccup of
giggles…
her arms are
pure shades of
pale
pink
petals
and in the summer,
graciously tanned: the lightest,
most
beautiful
bronze, a color
all
her
own.
Her
hands are
large
and
rough
and
strong,
wrapping one's own and all else
in a manner most
complete
and
indestructibly;
her demeanor is thrilling
and irresistible
and
intense.
her
moods
are
unknown
and
ever-changing….
pry into her
feelings
long
enough
and you will
meet
an
abyss
and never return
and
never
learn
anything
at all.
Her
eyes
are
immense
innocent
expressive
,
pupils darting to
everything
happening
at
once;
when she
walks, she’s
proud
and direct
and
she’s
the
light
of the
world;
everywhere
she
goes,
she
illuminates the
paths she chooses to
grace;
she carries the
torch of strength and beauty and mischief
and
daunts, races
the
flames --
she’s as
spontaneous
as they
are.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
shadows made by strangers claims
daunt your mind and feed this game
hollow out whats in a name
its long since now we've been the same
but ive always known how different we are
i always saw through the door kept ajar
how you slip in and out
and in between
but what you dont see
is that I want you to be
whatever you want
your motive is never something that daunts
my mind
and the comparison of us
is something I find
curious
most are so quick to scurry us
into a lump
of love and life
but there comes a price
and we are not
a package deal
we both feel
in different ways
we both write
a different page
and though we're close
in time and age
i know inside that where my sun rises
yours does set
and when I smile
you secretly fret
because two scales
will always be unbalanced
and with every action being challenged
by eager spirits
its tough to find a mutual center
in and out we venture
until we've seen enough of each other
and learned
but im glad i can see this
while others cant
offenses or sorrow felt
i shant
for i know the words your mind secretes
i feel the things in your heart you keep
and although I never probe or ask you to speak
I wonder how it could ever be
any other way
because I dont think it could
words shared between us are said
but not truly understood
and although we're tagged as really good
friends
i still dont like the spread
of words about me
or from me
from your mouth
because they will come out
the wrong way
and in reality
thats okay
my soul is here to stay
just as yours is
similar likes and interests
doesnt mean Im
trying to arrest
your identity
for we both are
an entity
on our own
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
When the night coughs lightly too
The misty, humid air
Between the dark harvest of shadows
And that long eerie croon
That rides upon the winds hollow flow
Filling the night to the desperate
The lonely, painful cry and tear
That still resides to the dream world
Half lost, half forgotten.
She sleeps her deep
Where once the lavender tones confided
And laid the will to blissful tones
In serenades of fancy and delight
That ravished her form
Teased each aching throb
And rested the deep metaphoric Ideal
Of crashing waves and the fireworks explosions.
Now she wanders these dark narrow paths
That daunts her horizons, entwine her thoughts
With that haunting image of her faded heart
That weeps upon the pools, midnight's facade
And pours down to empty upon those long lost seas of hope.
How far the soul travels in its long despair
Its desperate want to feel once again
The tranquil night of passions embrace.
How bitter the flow of the tyrants love
That wears the mask of truth
She hovered upon his every tale
Lingered her breath there to his
And danced the purple rays of dreams
Where love so opened her free
To dance, to dream and blindly see.
She sits alone in her tiny room
Fearing the images that fill her so
Tired for the want of blessed rest
Yet fearing where dreams shall carry her soul
To those old grounds of loves demise
The painful moments, silent cries
The day the world was torn and rendered barren
The day her tears filled heaven.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your words hit my chest like daggers
Letting them hit me with such force I have to remind myself to breathe
But I don't make you stop
I only let you continue
Never letting words of anger make there way out of my throat
Filtering my words as if they were from a contaiminated stream
Your presence daunts my inner most being
yet I have fallen under your spell of cynicism
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your pessimism pass through me as if I were only air
But I don't put up my walls
Because you have already seen inside of them
I smile and pretend that it doesn't bother me
That your words are not of importance as if they are water under the bridge
Yet they hit me like daggers leaving dents in my armor
but I don't stop you
I just sit quietly and hold my tongue
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Playing to my senses
Like a classic repertoire;
Strum as it advances,
A beat of my memoir.
With endless notes
That daunts its hem,
Every memory quotes
Emotions hidden each stem.
Up or down,
Trebles to its extreme;
Smile or frown,
Flows accord as it seem.
As you take a stance,
The feet feel heavy;
The perfection of your grace
Prevails over pirouettes.
Pressure’s getting intense,
Many are watching over you;
Looking your every move
As you bring in the show.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
the clock constantly reminds you
of the time wasted
and it daunts me that our time is slowly
but unnoticeably, running out
though it would be a pleasant serene bliss
to waste each tick and tock
being present with you
c.r
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
After the end
When the only image left
Is the idea of your scent;
And of what it reeks
Is your face in distress
When you claimed you were weak.
While details fade away
The agony is permanent
If only it were the other way
Flashbacks would not burden.
After the end,
When the only new beginning
Is a heart that is broken;
And what to look forward to
Is the vision of a next life
When it will not **** me to love you.
While there are plenty of fish in the sea
The belief I found him daunts me
If I were to have one last plea
Flashbacks, for my sake, stop haunting me.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
What is the half-life of love,
The rate of decay marked on my desire?
Surely there's an expiration date,
On the shrink-wrapped package of this fire.
Or venture, I,
Into the "never ends"?
Say,
"my love lasts as long
As a straight line extends"?
Is there a danger in being thusly naive?
Light Skin wrapped in dark,
Tomorrow on my sleeve?
The curved mark of inquiry daunts me, somehow.
Pulls me into the future,
When I should be here, now.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
*
the life plagiarized...
many chapters borrowed
only few self-authored
the content contradicts
the turmoils persists
the life guided...
heads on a locus shown by others
negotiate a path traced by predecessors
or losing the self under other's control
on self designed road, people hardly stroll
the life messed up...
dos and don'ts wills and won'ts
the past haunts the present taunts
the future flaunts the reality daunts
"couldbe" rants "shouldbe" slants
the life awaited...
learnt lesson only few
a solo travel long due
book to be written all new
a new course of life to pursue ....
© Jugnu
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
today i wear lacy
underwear
but underneath that i am
bare
today i realise that
infatuation
destroys and emphasises on
flirtation
today is the day i learn that
it
obliterates everything and anything with one swift
hit
today i bare my soul to the
abyss
the abyss that steals every last
kiss
today i finally open my
eyes
to the daunts and despair that life
buys
today, i bleed myself
dry
without an
ally
.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Time after time I find myself within over lapping paradoxes, which most do.
The past
The now
The future
What distinguishes the duration of each? How do we know tomorrow is indefinitely tomorrow.
Time is vaguely defined yet daunts our very existent. Time comes in thousands of forms and is applied in immeasurable theories. Philosophers and scientist believe they have it figured out. Bringing ‘enlightened’ books and articles to sedate the natural benumbed fear and anxiety time itself brings.
Time ends, we know this. But what about life after death? This question is vulnerable. Like time there is no concrete explanation, therefore many use this as a platform of interpretation. Almost as if we all are apart of an improv sitcom… waiting …who can conceptualize the most reliable, relatable, and comprehensive. Without this stage of influence we would all share a parallel mind. There would be nothing of political parties, nothing of beliefs, and nothing of morals. Time continually constructs who we are. Without this who are we really? Does time consume us or rather support? Should I follow what the great dalai says? Am i becoming the eternal slave of time?
STOP
do you see what you’ve done?
Now you…
your self is lost
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
"when you cannot sleep at night,
you are in someone else's dream"
how many hours shall descend
bringing in a cavalcade
of dim twilight's press
on the soft, aqueous levitation of body?
is this liminality's gradual
hand nailing me
into flesh and stirring
me out of this oceanic crawl
when all you have ever
done was sleep me away
and tell me
of these
susurrations of soul?
i have no answer to
this solitary condition -
say, taking you by the hand
and somnambule in cosmic field
of no thought's ethereal working,
or as in playthings are freely
laughing behind whose hair
flails without a face, i wonder
which beauty holds true,
my wide wakefulness,
like the only key pursuant
to its inimitable hole.
i am infinite in someone's
thinking, who dare not
say something,
who daunts back to breathless
consoles, and springs back
dizzy with a gyro of questions,
i am all hunted answers but
where
is the votive voice
that searches me?
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
The future daunts me.
It is relentlessly mocking me, taunting me.
Counting down to questions I have no answers for.
It is a constant clock.
Tick tock.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Tick tock.
"You have to choose something practical."
Tick tock.
"What are you going to major in?"
Tick tock.
"What are your plans after college?"
Tick tock.
"You should know what you want to be by now."
Tick tock.
Stop the clock.
Let me get off before the hand hits 12.
Let me get off before my yearning for adventure gets waved away.
Let me get off before the world turns my dreams into foolish wishes.
Let me get off.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Thoughts swirl my head
like stars in a galaxy
but I still don't know where that leaves me
My heart is like a transcript unread
I cannot decipher what it wants
No one has ever made me so confused
Because some part of me tells me its a ruse
Cannot help believe something that always daunts
Someone please tell me if I'm right
tell me how they should make me feel
is this something real?
why does my heart put up such a fight?
All answers I long for
but time is on my side
to help me confide
Why my inner feelings are tore.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Ain't no sun shines brighter than the one that burns me
I'm a writer but I can't get the words out
And to some extent that thought haunts me,
It daunts, haunts me.
It plays melodies of depression,
Symphonies that require expressions,
Harmonies that need synchronizing
But keep agonizing
Keep agitating
Aggrevating
Demoralizing my need.
When last did you write?
When next will you write?
Where's your freedom of expression?
Is it drowning in your mild depression?
What happened to your passion?
Your sense of poetic style and fashion?
What's up with this caution?
Did at some point poetry break you?
Or the need to give your heart to specific words hurt your need?
What's going on?
"Hell, I just can't write. I can't put up a fight, I'm out of my mind. Traveling in a mental continuum searching for constellations that will support my mode of writing and give me the strength that I need"
That's more than enough to make us wait then.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
I know what I want.
Internally it haunts me.
A life lived complete.
Eternally it daunts me.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Skies were always fascinating
Them with their blue hues
Brightness in even the darkest navy
Accented with silver twinkle
Or giants made of pillow softness
The whitest mattresses in the sky
But it always daunts me how skies are grey
With their plush blues
Gone to waste
The doom of smoke comes to play
But then comes the tears of those enchanted
With droughts and disparity
But grey skies don't always cry
Not the ones that smoke you dry
They force the water out of smiles
Those who couldn't revoke
No one asks to be blown up by the mist of our greed
And for a second there is fire but the rest is just need
Sadness wanders beautiful cities
Whilst their people are broke
Burning the happiness of children on the streets
Or whatever is left of them
So When I look up
At night or day
And see the blue is here today
and with my fear I look up high,
My god, thank you for a clear blue sky
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Naive was I to
believe heavy lips
only carried
soft memories
A taste of Cabernet
stains my dreams like the
wilted vines of it's birth
Umbilical in nature my
faults are throughout the grapevine
Signs of an old path, that lead me back
Casted lines that only pull fishbones and rusty cans
And the fallacy of truth at the end of a ship in a bottle
The stern is to bottle off
I find my weakness within these somber memories
I float as if I've founded enlightenment
Halfway between heaven and hell
And the trainstations at the crossroads of a broken home
That we forget they lead somewhere else
Uncertainty daunts my misdirection
In a world that haunts of a forgotten past
The land I claim has lost it's value
As the sentiment has gone with the wind of another time
So remind me, where was it in the dark
As I stumbled through days with eyelids shut
My soul stuck somewhere between my heart and my eyes
I find my teeth grinding between each and every cigarette
Contemplating the poison hidden in stardust
And if roots can grow backwards
We are meant to age like wine
To allow all bitter things to become sweet
To allow vines to eat up concrete
And give way to uncertainty
We are not meant to forget that which haunts
Because our hearts were meant to beat
So just take a seat and finish this bottle with me
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Caving from within, I'm fighting
Pins an needles hard to breathe
Through heartache; pains me
As I suffer tirelessly, in silence
And hide the fatigue of my mind
Caught in landslides choking
On conscience, consciousness
daunts me,
Toying with emotions
Brainwaves sending false readings
With absolute disconnect
Error. Error. Error
Of thought and self-control
I dismiss rationality to welcome insanity
Briefly I receive a message caught
From the stars only
To tell me not to feel scarred
Our lives are temporary in the present
With much difficulty finding meaning in all this
I ask to the one,
Thee only truest of a presence
For an answer or some guidance
Or some notion,
at least a good semblance of
One comforting piece of news or advice
Would suffice
To the reckless being I embody
In this shell, this core, this hollow case
Trapping me, ensnaring me. I am
A victim to this forsaken life of greed
And ruin along the many empty
Beings not reaching their potential
That they might
see a sight in themselves to feel
A fright and be obliged
To set things right.
I am pained in a world of hurt and hurting
And loss and confusion and parting those
Familiar ways of setting hearts a blaze today
We stray from common knowledge of love to understand the other, to rise above
Hate and hatred and wicked ways
To free of the old clay, and mold ourselves I pray
That we are of like-mind in this day and age
To forfeit the sentiment of seperation.
Our kindness heals hearts, understanding erases hurt, love unites, respect connects.
Dig there in the depth
of lost ruins and emerge to seek
a soul of purity and intellect
to give to one another as you
so desperately crave to receive.
Open hearts and open minds
yield possibilities for us
to be intertwined.
Casting shadows produces a cold
Bitter yard for your neighbor to dwell
Evoking and emitting a smile from within can be akin
To a warmth and envelop
those near in a blanket of sunshine as well.
"Oh but Why?" you ask.
Because my friend, a friend
Is a friend. Be them strange or familiar,
And wouldn't you want the same? Oh,
But. Wouldn't. you. want. the same?
I say
to you and unto you
Hear me now as I beg
Love with the same love you deserve and realize it's always deserved.
So give it, but mostly
receive it from thy self and know
You. Are most certainly of worth.
As are we all, my dear dears and dearests.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC