"desolately" poems
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips—and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words—
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall—
Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy—
Of the baubles that it may.
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Amongst the multitude of solitudnal whims
I carry within,
Down to you, forgotten.
A youth that's fighting,
refusing to succumb to the delicacies
of an aging core.
The dream of love renewed,
The ambiance of it.
The life of a thousand nights of falling star
wishes and programmed dreams.
A chance within our grasps.
Mirrors.
Desolately has my soul resided in this
phantasmal reality of dull referendum,
misunderstood.
Neglected, rejected, tortured, hurt,
and broken.
I remain hidden.
A cool calm collected exterior.
The world sees me,
or so it thinks.
Hilarious hideousness.
My deceptions so simple.
Smoke and mirrors, magician I am.
Humor the powerful blinding agent
of stares, opinions, and gossip.
I laugh internally as the world judges me.
Forms its superficial egotistical
repressed opinions of me.
Do you..... see me true?
Can you.....will you ever chose to?
Demonic presence ever near, trying to **** me.
Have I fear?.........No, I have no fear!
© Crystal Erickson 11/24/07
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
*Drops of tears
Desolately clinging
To the eyelashes
Holds the melancholy
Befallen tragedy
Oozing from the soul
Reflecting the inner world
Waiting for those hands
To wipe them away
Before it deluges
The whole world*
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Bewildered
Too little to understand
Bitter cold fear
Reflected on a tear-stained, perfect little face
In vivid blue eyes
Distress and panic
Then
From a little boy’s grief-stricken heart
A plea --
Echoing on the chilled air of Winter’s night
Desolately
Desperately
Untamed and barren
Again and again --
* “Daddy! I’m sorry daddy!”
“Come back, daddy!”*
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC
(I)
The quest for love is tired and spent
Endless anguish for one that you hope to find
Along this extensive desolately disenchanted road
Where faces come and go in and out of aged shadows
No body is sweetly thought about for longer than an affair
Grown uninterested and somnolent of the same tedious routine
It’s all just a squandered course of existence
(II)
People covered in leaves
Sitting on a couch
Covered in leaves
Looking at me
Staring at me
Covered in blood
(III)
We were here fifty years ago
Drifting in and out of conversations
About some perverse poetry
Sultry vixens and the men they tamed
Whispers and shouts
Eloquently spoken over some scrambled background jazz
A hustle of people migrating around
In some discordant harmonious rhythm
Cocktail hour at this doomed speakeasy
We drank and were silent
We drank and were voicing our opinions
We drank more until we could no longer drink any longer
We stumbled outside
Attempted to hail a cab
Fell asleep on a park bench
Awoke to the sun’s rays glaring
From some far off distance
Warmth on our nightly chilled face
We rose from our slumber
And began to walk towards the nearest open bar
To start it all over again
(IV)
Stop!
This is ***********
Proceed no further
A thousand exotic images
Flashing widescreen
Moans and groans
Entanglement of legs and limbs
Numbing
Tingling
Writhing
Writhing in ecstasy
A million dollar money shot
*** get baptized
No sense in wasting a good time
(V)
There’s hopelessness here
Behind my eyes
Thirty thousand words
Scripted in chaos
Where does our destiny lie?
Somewhere out on the open broken road
Riding down damaged goods
Animals roaming free
Over civilizations failure
Hard-edged footprints
Caked in last night’s mud
Wandering shapelessly
We are lost
Feed the wall
Feed the tree
I only hurt in your dreams
So I plagiarize because there’s nothing better to do
Just killing a remembrance of time
Lying on the nearest railroad track
And waiting for the end of the line
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 6:30 AM UTC
Silver reverberating heart
You've out-grown me
Tonight
You out-run me
But I
Chase you still
I chase you still
Past the corridor of the city's dark slumber
Past the pleasures of the fixated ******
Your magnetism deteriorates my final inning
I'll go
s l o w
I'll go
sdrawkcab
Imperceptive to
Your stance
I'll slip to you
As the sun
To the horizon
Silver wretched,
Alongside the start of an early-morning
Your meek murmurs are
Visible,
Tangible,
Like sunlight from the window passing through a glass picture frame
That creates a spectrum across the steam rising above my coffee
Placed atop the kitchen table
Silvering wretched,
With your faint-cloudy-murmurs I agree,
The sea is the best place
To be
Wondrously
Free
I track you down,
Ever so desolately
Pale skin, blue bones
Renounced
Upon
Breeze
Reeling
Tides
Humble,
Dismissive,
Tranquil
My regard is not toward the thoughts you think
I intend not to dismay your delicate appeal
Silvering opulent,
Be lenient
Even if just for the sake of yourself
Tell me so
I want to know
Tell
me
how
you
feel
Reverberating silver heart,
Come, converse with me,
Give me your gossip
Tell me your stories
I
need
to
know
how
you
felt
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
You preached love to a heartless being and you clipped its wings right when it wanted to fly with you.
Are you the angel that I deserve, dream and desolately mourn along till the end of my days?
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
It was in that night /
The night we lied in that vacant parking lot a few miles away from town
Just you and I, and the half-a-moon and glistening stars above us
Everything still, so still
Everything rapid, never-resting
Just you and I, arm length to arm length,
You and I, two straight lines in a crooked world
I wondered aloud:
What do stars think of us whenever they glance down?
And you replied, lovely and ever desolately:
They wonder what we think of them whenever we glance up
It was in that night /
I sought you
I knew you
You burnt through
The college-ruled lines of my delicate paper skin
I was so young then
I could have known better
I could have a lot of things
You could have been a boy
Do I miss you?
It could be
I’m too ******** to process thoughts thoroughly
People fall in-love much too easily
The look in your eyes is all too promising
There was a place and time of
Beckoned curiosity, loss of dignity
Tainted sanity, your fingers inside of me
In and out, out and in
The pale of my limbs
Past the garden and villas of my soul
Through the thick of my skull
In and out, out and in
The beating of my lukewarm heart
There was a night when
We let love in
For the first time
From that moment on
We could never be the same
For your fault, I’d take the blame
You’d soon despise me all the same
The presence of your memory
Abandoned in my mind
It was in that night.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
The quest for love is tired and spent
The endless anguish for one that you hope to find
Along this extensive desolately disenchanted road
Where faces come and go in and out of aged shadows
No body is sweetly thought about for longer than an affair
Grown uninterested and somnolent of the same tedious routine
It’s all just a squandered course of existence
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
The night has nothing to reveal to me
that is more ornate than
the fullness of her moon.
I know the chill that vitiates the warmth
of day, which ne'er
comes too soon.
Freely I feel the glow of that vigilant
orb upon my cheek,
as electric as a storm,
as strong as gravity.
And desolately I lie awake to think of
her watchful ray, lolling then reflecting
upon the face of a pure and docile lake.
That gaper gal dances immutably
as an aftereffect of the glaring
on gentle rhythmic waves,
where winds also turn about and stir
the night clouds that seem to
attract my gaze.
The sparkling stars are opulent
and full of verve and grace.
The croaking frogs are confident
as they move about this place.
And if you listen to the night
-as gently it doth fall-
it will speak to you
in the subtle tones
of crickets chirping loudly,
and owls hooting proudly
while children scuttle home.
Perhaps I dream too much after all...
but I hold high that sentinel moon!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
how my heart wish'd to/thu.mp/
along with those that sat wispily[wispy as the barren trees that thin out toward the unforgiving east; shan't i venture there, rest my weary soul]
beneath dusty lofts of liquid gold
[it shone brighter than the stars above, the gold did, and it blind'd me quite so]and compress'd waves of bitter contempt.
[their lives were good, the lives of the wealthy: *they died young and wild, lungs choking and burning on year-old ale and *** and their lovers laying desolately at their selfish sides. and yet, they hold the right to say they lived, to say they took life by the throat and tugged*.]
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
The rustling of the leaves,
who could it be?
Is it our silent inevitable fate,
creeping as it weeps?
I grab the bridal to my steed,
riding alone without a place to be.
The wind howls so desolately,
oh why must it be me,
who asks so desperately?
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
*If we will be together, like
Together Together*, she said,
*How do you intend
To propose for marriage?*
Well, I don't know, he said.
*But I cannot be, desolately be
With a woman who chooses
Romance over mystery.*
© 2014 J.S.P.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
She stared desolately at the wall
Tick tick ticking, the clock hand in a crawl
In a ball, in a fall, hitting the wall
She wondered how a heart could sustain this torment
How she flew over the moon
But wasn't met half way
That the stars she saw in his heart
Faded away like doused candles
She wondered why she let her heart beat to another's drum
Why she was filed under done and over
When she hungered ravenously for another touch
his hands caressing the surface of her skin
She was an addict
Snorting his scent in waves like *******
Injecting what she thought was his love into her veins
Smoking on the cheap cigarette love he lent her
She used to wondered why the moon stays away from the sun
Why the moon won't go to the one who illuminates it
past the facade of the light moon she saw the dark side of the moon
the realization of leaving him falling from the stars
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Lights flicker lamentfully leaning left. The metallic groan of the ship echoes through its chasms. It travels swiftly growing soft as it ventures further into the depths. The crash of waves ceaselessly chanting like an old drinking song. Cargo shifts suddenly straining against its restraint. The dank and damp deck is desolately decorated. In the dim light shadows torture the imagination with visions of fantastic nightmares and beautiful beasts. A violent stop sends you reeling backwards. You’re stomach fills with lead as you reluctantly climb to your feet. The door cracks open to reveal hollow eyes. As the door widens you are greeted by a devilish grin belonging to a devilishly handsome fellow. He exstends his hand but not in offering. No, this was a sinister demand. With shaking hands you sacrifice two golden coins to his strong hand. He grins and holds the door open for you with grandeur. Your breath catches in your thoat. Fear strangles you silently spreading though your body. Paralysis plagues you presently playing with your mind. But this is no time for fear. This is time for peace. So with closed eyes and baited breath you pass through the door and into eternity.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I'm snuggled into bed,
Pillow contacting my head,
Just gazing into the,
Little specks of illumination,
In the night sky,
Wondering whether you,
Are missing me as much,
As I am missing you.
The way I held you in,
My arms,
The way we held hands,
Oh how I miss your,
Smile.
This bed is a barren wasteland,
A desolately isolated booth,
Where things come to rot,
Because without you by my side,
I might as well be dead.
Who would have known,
That half an hour,
Is truly a torturous,
Distance
....
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
I have tried to forget you
on numerous days
and in numerous ways.
But you say invariably,
"I am yours, sincerely".
And I search yet again
for the vestigial chains
that bind you and me.
I think of you;
and your fascinated face
peeps artlessly through
the haze of a former age:
Oh! those inaugural, elegant days.
I look up.....
expectantly, readily.......
A hesitant keenness surges......
timidly, momentarily,
then bleeds away briskly, desolately
..........mortally.
Just a few fossils abide:
Some frosty images
and evaporating voices,
......sobbing quietly
through the nasty silence
of the night
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
the moon treads a path gently woven,
clouds gather their rain and their sighs,
the sea with her flowers and sirens
below the grey swag of the skies,
the sea drifts out far like a sail boat,
in love with the sky and the wind,
the wild surging breeze hits its high note,
with all the lights dimmed.
the love that we had lies half buried,
blows as soft as the wind through the grass,
the bird that the sky always carried
a ghost of the air that does pass
love squandered, love hungered, devoted,
as jealous as jealous can be,
love frozen forever emotive,
once prisoned now free.
a love soon believed for its sweetness,
romantic, delicious and wild,
a sacrifice e’er e’er grievous,
hearts lonely that once were beguiled,
muse singing of love now departed,
washed out like a rose in the frost,
waste lovers left soon broken-hearted,
love won and then lost.
love more of dark midnight’s soft flowers
more of twilight and shadowy bones,
death’s minstrel that sings in the bowers,
kings seated on dragons and thrones,
love open and timeworn , delightful
as seas breathing of cloud bursts and mist,
uncanny, blood-berried, insightful
and drowned with one kiss.
brought back from where the wild sea wandered
stood out like a bird on the sands,
love guilty, then freed though still squandered,
like courantes followed by sarabands,
love full of the delights of the morning,
or evening where dark blossoms grow,
where the thunderous waves are still storming
and poetry flows.
wild whispers of love and strong passion,
on the wind that once gathered the storm,
loves whispers once alive and now ashen,
refusing to comply or conform,
the dark of the night finds its firefly,
a star that now falls from the sky,
strange dusk, stranger song than the sea’s sigh,
where the lonely ghosts die.
and love always finds the new morrow,
like a waif of the sky and the sea,
finds sometimes delight or great sorrow,
lives and breathes in the dark memory,
remembers those days once so gifted,
believed in and lived in and free,
where the swallows broad wings were once lifted,
flying desolately.
love lost and yet sadly remembered
in the last golden pools of the sun,
as the sunset is no longer tethered
by the clouds that still run and then run,
love always of nightfall soft breathing,
magnolia moons set alight,
love never all lost, now just sleeping,
enchanting and bright.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Where have you gone, words?
She vanished like vapour;
No longer lingers like a whisper from my perception, but she girds
Them. She used to pour out endlessly,
flowing like a babbling brook.
Now, dry, like the earth before conception.
Parched, she sits desolately,
Crying out Spirit fill anew!
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC
A Crowded room bathed in garnet light,
In it, the dammed, desolately await their fate,
Clawing at barbed wire curtains,
Crying as their fears find them.
Hotel Paranoia,
Neon sign blinks, winking at weary strangers,
Manchester back street, off beat Air B&B boutique,
For £45,
A trip into drug induced escape.
Come all ye strangers,
All ye weary Brexit betrayers,
Take a night flight into your dreams,
Fly till your heart rips.
She wanders in golden gardens full of perfumes,
Crowds of travellers find sweet love,
Bliss in the arms of a long lost love,
Till morning comes and gloom returns.
Winding down, sweet Nicole finds something crawling up her sleeve,
Blistering skin peels and blood soaks the sheets,
Dreams become screams and around her,
In the garnet room, travellers find hell.
Flesh crawls with many legged bugs and thugs wielding clubs pull syringes from the floor,
Whilst guests rest in pools of *****
Their fears coasting, rolling, uncontrolled,
Bliss fades and fear breaks bones.
Far from home in Hotel Paranoia,
Weary fools fly from bliss to fear,
Lights become fires,
Floors become wired,
Dripping taps spill acid onto skin.
Disappear here,
Lie down and disappear.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC