"decending" poems
Bidding farewell to the warmth,
The bells of a spring path ring, to the sound of the wind,
Which has once again, crossed the stream of time, as it usually does,
The transience of the day, already lost due time, the sun remains as a traveler, whom appears to have crossed the Zenith again,
It's scorching heat is to be felt, exposed to it almost as if it was to be to set the skin ablaze, truly these sunrays, are unforgiving at this time,
Sorrow and misery, are to burn into ash by this heat, a purifying flame of affectionate happiness, embracing those who have found themselves to be in love with the natural, decending, light,
Beyond the boundaries, the mystery of our living power remains unknown, all what is left is a spark in the dark, beyond the sunshine,
The evening welcoming this world is soon to be radiating in joyful light, wandering aimlessly the time for the sunset draws near,
Beyond the Zenith, lies the transience of the passing time.
~ Umi
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
I Sleep ;
I Slip
In Doze, I Seep out into the Scenes ;
In Potions Deep
In Notions Cold and Preasuring
I Fit and Knit my Crown
I Coral
I Knot and Concrete a Frown
But though I Invite my Efforts
My Thoughting is Leaks and Tearing *
Over Whale but Underwater
I Recover Nothing Reassuring
Slowing to a Pale
In Ocean Cold
My Feedings are Slurring to a Drown
My Motions ; Enwombed and Collected
An Unfoetal, my Body Undertakes a Vulnerable Mould
Above
The Surface
The Ship Blinks, on Fire
And Gifts from the Broken Hold Sink to me
It's all a Wink Directed at me
A Humour
But I am become Prepared Still
For the Next Life
I Discard, Decending Still
A Treat Sunk Below
A Monsterous Breakfast
*note : as in, secreting saline, watery fluid
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
What am I, a man you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you spoken with God? I have
and he says he's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done.
What am I, a man you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you spoken with the Devil? I have
and he swears he's not to blame and I
understood cuz I feel the same.
You come at me with arms wide open
but I stand alone.
We're no heroes, and we're not made of stone.
Right or wrong I can hardly tell.
What am I, brave you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you heard from God? I have
and he sounds just like me.
"What have I done, and who have I become".
What am I, normal you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you seen the Devil? I have
and he looked a lot like me. (turns away)
I'm not defending our downward decending
that's falling further and further away,
Getting closer everyday.
You come at me with arms wide open
but I'm not their anymore.
Their is no heroes, and no one is made
out of stone.
Their is no more wright or wrong that
I can honestly say.
I'm on the wrong side of Heaven and
the righteous side, the righteous side
of Hell.
So what am I now that you
know me ?
I'm dead.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Coming to a conclusion in mid-flight,
Falling is and has always been my destination,
How I can understand my family's frustration,
I've been a terrorist on familiar grounds,
Only to jeoprodize the well-being of thier well-being
Making an easier outcome,
Falling has always been my destination from the start.
Thinking while I sit here alone,
Incisions deep enough to feel my bones,
Shades of vermillion paint my clothes
and thoughts of cessation brings me close to home.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
Someone is drowning in a sea of faces.
He never saw me but I sure saw him.
And he was cast away to far off places,
But where to bound, he'd never say.
I see him draw a shallow breath,
decending into the glassy oceans in his eyes.
With all the pressure he is barely breathing.
He seems as though he is barely alive.
Where have you been to get here today?
What have you done to become how you are?
What have you seen to make it seem this way?
You aren't here to catch the train at 8:15.
I wanted to ask but I did and said nothing.
And I became just another observer.
And when the questions were finally answered,
Before we could act, it was already over.
The train came at 8:15.
I never even knew his name.
I should have asked him how he'd been.
I never asked. We never do.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
**...Darkness of night
Nightmares decending
Creatures calling
Opening facades; pretending
Falling again, prawling
Fighting, clawing
Forever searching,
Screaming, painful sounds
Sounds painful, screaming
Searching forever,
Clawing, fighting,
prwling, again falling
Pretending; facades opening
Calling creatures
Decending nightmares
Night of darkness...**
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
I miss her!
I miss the breath in my mouth!
I miss the fallen hair on floor!
I miss the smell in my bed!
Is it the begin of my fall!
Or am I in the middle of decending to inferno dark side of loneliness!
Here I will oblige my pen to step!
I will contain my heart beats within the chest that held years of secrets!
No further spell of words on those white tempting papers!
No more openness
No more me!
Sorry!
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
*The crimson leaves
Profilerate the maples
Each breeze removing their
clinging fingers to the beauty
of life.
Floating winding decending
to the fragrances of autumn.
That aroma of things to come
irresistible yet dangerous
They decend into
the the Maelstrom
of the season's.
As they always have.
No more the nightingale
Or the resting swallow
Shall adorn it's leafy conclave.
Only skeleton branches
Pointing like fingers
Into the breath of winter
Within its aincent tired roots.
Beating stronger
than any human heart.
It has a vision.
Of buds unfurled
A green that no other spring
has ever ever seen.
of renewal that lives
deep inside a knowledge.
Far stronger than human intellect.
Of a rebirth that
Perhaps lives in everything
Even creatures as temporary
and frail as us.*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Once I soared with eagles
my guardian angel by my side.
Walking tall with confidence
caused my foes to run and hide.
I chose my battles carefully;
I picked the place and time.
If any son dared cross me
I knew his *** was mine.
I remember ocassional setbacks;
times when the going got rough,
but the things that should
only helped to make me tough.
I guess I thought there was a God.
I prayed once in a while,
but I knew I didn't need his help
to go an extra mile.
I rebelled against authority;
took all the freedom I could get.
I could not allow myself to lose a fight;
my *** ain't been kicked yet.
Needing victory in every duel
became my prison cell.
As I leaned hard against the wind
my soul set sail for Hell.
I didn't know it left me;
I didn't see it stray
Fighting one last battle,
it would just get in my way.
This battle was the hardest;
it took five years to win.
Revenge and anger were my weopens;
I wore them like a grin.
When the fight was nearly over
and victory was near,
I prayed to God," return my soul"
but He didn't seem to hear.
I'd look for without Him;
this heart that I had lost.
I'd win it back all by myself
no matter what the cost.
Now standing on the pinnicle,
I fearfully looked around.
My soul would not have come up here;
it's too far from hallowed ground.
Starting back down along the path;
frought with struggle and with strife,
I found I was decending through the
wreckage of my life.
While pawing through the ashes
of the bridges I had burned,
I found the charred remains
of all the lessons I had learned.
Confused and battle weary;
I could not tell wrong from right,
but I prayed that at the freefalls end
there might be truth and light.
Now I'm lying in the smoke and fire
at the crash site of my soul
peering out through Godless eyes
as a snake peers from his hole.
I should have had some warning;
a shot across my bow
but my spirit spiraled down and down
and look where I am now.
Like a marble in a funnel,
my soul spun 'round and down.
With a lack of positive energy
it finnaly hit the ground.
Now I'm at the bottom
With no way to go but up.
God, please give me the strength to feed
my soul;
your sacred wine to fill my cup.
This was the first poem I was ever able to
right. At age 56 it came to me in a dream and I got up and wrote it down.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Down the rabbit whole dear Alice
With all your bobs and lace
Take heed fair beauty the fruminous peril at hand
Beyond in this rational land
Dont fear sweet maiden in the world of pomp and paradox
You'll find you truely thrive
For what is living if you dont feel alive!
Where Cheshire smiles and cat call lads
Label and obtuse
You are uniquely you
Unruley hair and all
Just becareful my love on how hard you fall.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
*The sun decending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In Heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.*
William Blake 1757--1827
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
decending into madness
Its radaiting through my body
Capturing my heart and soul
what was once pure light
is now pure darkness.
My eyes
a once vivd blue
now tinted
a cold black
I feel it spreading
coating me in a heavy web
I feel it calling to me
Wanting me for itself
it calls to me
Like a man to his lover
Begging me
whispering tantalizing promises
making my body crave and want it
The darkness within me
It calls to me
It wants me
And I want it .
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
The
lime tree
Stood on top
Of The Hill,
The ground around
With limes
Did it
Fill
One Decending lime
Rolling to the
Incline,
Got itself
Into a
Spin
Tumbling down
With no Jill
After
Hitting the road side
A car did abide,
By changing its
Shape to
Flat,
But!
Deep into
The tyre grip
Went a
Pip
Spinning around
To the engine's
Sound,
It's DNA
Got slightly
Altered
After coming to a
Full stop,
The fastidious Chauffeur
Noticed,
The
Wheel didn't
Need a
Seed,
Flicking it over a
Wall,
Where it landed
Upon fertile
Land
As the seed started to grow
It's branches began
To twist
Ten years went by
As quick as a
Roll
Of you're
Eye
The land
That the tree,
Let It's roots spread free
Also contained a
Shack,
And as the morning
Broke,
The old man
Awoke
Starting his daily routine,
The days
Always seemed
The same,
But
He was clever enough to know,
There was no-one
To
Blame
But
Himself,
Life just seemed to
Snooker him,
Into this
Pocket
His only venture out,
Was the local store,
Supplying all that
Was
Needed
But
Before setting off,
Something was calling to
His
Attention,
The sound of a bird
Never
Heard
Heading down
The overgrown
Path,
The bird suddenly stopped,
And
While flying off,
He saw something,
Never seen
Before
A tree bering limes,
From it's
Corkscrew branches,
But
Not any old limes,
Their skins
Also
Had a
Twist
Picking one up,
Marvelling at the shape,
He headed off to
The store
Arriving at the door,
Felt like
Not
Before,
This day was like
No
Other
Gathering his supplies,
Catching the
Shopkeepers eye,
"A very good day to you"
"I don't mean to sound rude
But you're in a good mood"
She said, while giving
Him a
Smile
"What would you think
If I asked you out
For a drink?"
"I'd grab
Hat and coat,
Lock up this old store
And we'd be on our way"
With his best smile in years
He said
"Well let's go"
Arriving at the bar,
He asked for two
Mojitos
The barman
Shook his head,
"We're all out of limes!"
The old man's eyes
Lit up
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 6:19 AM UTC
Love, a flame that burns in water,
When the ice melts, it but freezes,
The hottest day departs, but it gets hotter;
Leaving behind a husk, autumn deceases,
But Love descends from the Heavenly Sky,
To wake who died and perish all who ask, "Why?"
What is it if not love?
That is born when two hearts rhyme,
What is it if not love?
That lives between Death and Time.
Ah! And Love never says the petty “good-bye”,
‘Cause it certainly returns, when say I, "Good-bye".
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
it burns too deep within my sight, the silvery bitter blackness that hangs upon the night.and into your grasp i am decending, into the deep ,is myself ,that im sending, upon your great bow i stand open mouthed and bracing your emptiness seek what i once found out off a land i knew that existed before the great night was so solomly twisted into the torrents that so painfully blisterd because of the vastness i knew i had missed it ..so into the belly of the heart that had found it now cutting the ropes that had circled and bound it ,feeling the freedom that had so carefully bound the light that the night had so silently found.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC
Laying shallow in the darkness dept,
Wishing there were a final step to be leapt,
The Safety of her blankets near,
But she couldn't get away from this kind of fear.
Floating on this streamline bed,
Her only thoughts were filled with dread.
All the monsters knawed away
Any faith she still had to this day.
Submerged in this streamline bed,
A note for tomorrow to be read.
She once read in a book (or was it online)
Still to this moment she managed alone,
Because her parents were gone most of the time.
(Her life to be the same percentage as her phone)
"the morning is wiser than the evening"
And yet after all this time she was still focused on leaving
Decending in the streamline bed,
Her soul was tossed to the demons-they deserved to be fed.
A glimmer of peace,
In the final defeat,
Lost in this streamline bed,
Her wish was granted-she was finally dead.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
*The crimson leaves
Profilerate the maples
Each breeze removing their
clinging fingers of beauty
of life.
Floating winding decending
to the fragrances of autumn.
That aroma of things to come
irresistible yet dangerous
They decend into
the the Maelstrom
of the season's.
As they always have.
No more the nightingale
Or the resting swallow
Shall adorn it's leafy conclave.
Only skeleton branches
Pointing like fingers
Into the breath of winter
Within its aincent tired roots.
Beating stronger
than any human heart.
It has a vision.
Of buds unfurled
A green that no other spring
has ever ever seen.
of renewal that lives
deep inside a knowledge.
Far stronger than human intellect.
Of a rebirth that
Perhaps lives in everything
Even creatures as temporary
and frail as us.*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Jake Giles: Jake Giles: i thought about,what i would find a flawless glass of water colour that would slowly fill my mind,can you fathom the depth of the deepness?my only love for dark and light left sweetly with a weakness,and only you who feels thevastness could only go on and feel the light that burns the day into stillness i hang on the worlds beautifull illness.i gaze upon this world of madness and into my eyes leaks coluors of sadness,,even tho i lose i think im winning open your eyes,the world is beggining,so take you now shadows decending the orange and red in itself it is blending is your head or your heart that im mendind,,,and listen as the story goes the sweet warm air of the irish wind blows,,,,and that is how my story goes ..life is fine like wine life is fine ***
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Climbing up the mountain
The summit to behold
No holding to this moment
Soul will not be sold
Decending has it's lessons
The journey must be made
Mind must be free
Never made a slave
Ground level is for pondering
Many holes to walk around
Hold on to something half forgotten
Strong will must be found
One day on the horizon
A mountain can be seen
A calling to the summit, and everything
In-between.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 5:52 AM UTC