"disarms" poems
You're a grim reaper
Looking for a soul to devour
A mind to hack and a body to axe
Your empty eyes and that evil smile
Can't hide the fact that you're dead inside
You got the Jezebel vibes
Sound like a saint and feels like the devil
Forbidden is your tag
Dead and gone, your heart's nowhere to be found
Luring innocent souls into your empty shell
Got that charm that disarms
You're a grim reaper
A grim reaper
© Sonia Ettyang
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
summer day breeze
whispers ancient secrets of childhood upon your silky skin
caresses your backless yellow dress with billowing life
summer day sneeze
spins you round in white sneakers
wielding even whiter smile
summer day licks
so luscious and pink
summer day thrills
just for kicks
bare feet,
reckless running
defy gravity
like when we were kids and built
that time-machine from cardboard boxes
remember
when we fed baby butterflies with our first adventurous kiss
soul shattering tides
my fortress of solitude can no longer resist
it's still just made of tiny fluffy pillows
but now they're all grown up
i still remember
when you said
"i love you"
but we were just kids back then
and i didn't say it back
so i became an underwater knight after your love faded
and i wandered the deep dark sea all alone,
could no longer breathe the air above water
i stayed in darkness
slayed all the monsters
most of them my own
but never really found me a home
you sank earning your very own scars
and every single one is a tale of fire and caution:
"she's slippery when wet"
but that's okay, my love
i'm an underwater knight
in search of Atlantis
and the familiar in your smile disarms me like
childish imagination breathes wonder
and selfless love to life
this time i say it back
and we've both
finally found
our home.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie, ****** like a snail, so small and strong
at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed
with love. At first hunger is not wrong.
The nurses nod their caps; you are shepherded
down starch halls with the other unnested throng
in wheeling baskets. You tip like a cup; your head
moving to my touch. You sense the way we belong.
But this is an institution bed.
You will not know me very long.
The doctors are enamel. They want to know
the facts. They guess about the man who left me,
some pendulum soul, going the way men go
and leave you full of child. But our case history
stays blank. All I did was let you grow.
Now we are here for all the ward to see.
They thought I was strange, although
I never spoke a word. I burst empty of you,
letting you see how the air is so.
The doctors chart the riddle they ask of me
and I turn my head away. I do not know.
Yours is the only face I recognize.
Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.
Six times a day I prize
your need, the animals of your lips, your skin
growing warm and plump. I see your eyes
lifting their tents. They are blue stones, they begin
to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise
and I wonder what you can see, my funny kin,
as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies.
Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in
such sanity will I touch some face I recognize?
Down the hall the baskets start back. My arms
fit you like a sleeve, they hold
catkins of your willows, the wild bee farms
of your nerves, each muscle and fold
of your first days. Your old man's face disarms
the nurses. But the doctors return to scold
me. I speak. It is you my silence harms.
I should have known; I should have told
them something to write down. My voice alarms
my throat. "Name of father-none." I hold
you and name you ******* in my arms.
And now that's that. There is nothing more
that I can say or lose.
Others have traded life before
and could not speak. I tighten to refuse
your owling eyes, my fragile visitor.
I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise
against me. We unlearn. I am a shore
rocking off you. You break from me. I choose
your only way, my small inheritor
and hand you off, trembling the selves we lose.
Go child, who is my sin and nothing more.
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Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie, ****** like a snail, so small and strong
at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed
with love. At first hunger is not wrong.
The nurses nod their caps; you are shepherded
down starch halls with the other unnested throng
in wheeling baskets. You tip like a cup; your head
moving to my touch. You sense the way we belong.
But this is an institution bed.
You will not know me very long.
The doctors are enamel. They want to know
the facts. They guess about the man who left me,
some pendulum soul, going the way men go
and leave you full of child. But our case history
stays blank. All I did was let you grow.
Now we are here for all the ward to see.
They thought I was strange, although
I never spoke a word. I burst empty
of you, letting you learn how the air is so.
The doctors chart the riddle they ask of me
and I turn my head away. I do not know.
Yours is the only face I recognize.
Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.
Six times a day I prize
your need, the animals of your lips, your skin
growing warm and plump. I see your eyes
lifting their tents. They are blue stones, they begin
to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise
and I wonder what you can see, my funny kin,
as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies.
Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in
such sanity will I touch some face I recognize?
Down the hall the baskets start back. My arms
fit you like a sleeve, they hold
catkins of your willows, the wild bee farms
of your nerves, each muscle and fold
of your first days. Your old man's face disarms
the nurses. But the doctors return to scold
me. I speak. It is you my silence harms.
I should have known; I should have told
them something to write down. My voice alarms
my throat. "Name of father-none." I hold
you and name you ******* in my arms.
And now that's that. There is nothing more
that I can say or lose.
Others have traded life before
and could not speak. I tighten to refuse
your owling eyes, my fragile visitor.
I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise
against me. We unlearn. I am a shore
rocking you off. You break from me. I choose
your only way, my small inheritor
and hand you off, trembling the selves we lose.
Go child, who is my sin and nothing more.
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I.
Adieu, New-England’s smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow’ry plain:
I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring,
And tempt the roaring main.
II.
In vain for me the flow’rets rise,
And boast their gaudy pride,
While here beneath the northern skies
I mourn for health deny’d.
III.
Celestial maid of rosy hue,
O let me feel thy reign!
I languish till thy face I view,
Thy vanish’d joys regain.
IV.
Susanna mourns, nor can I bear
To see the crystal show’r,
Or mark the tender falling tear
At sad departure’s hour;
V.
Not unregarding can I see
Her soul with grief opprest:
But let no sighs, no groans for me,
Steal from her pensive breast.
VI.
In vain the feather’d warblers sing,
In vain the garden blooms,
And on the ***** of the spring
Breathes out her sweet perfumes.
VII.
While for Britannia’s distant shore
We sweep the liquid plain,
And with astonish’d eyes explore
The wide-extended main.
VIII.
Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!
Complacent and serene,
With Hebe’s mantle o’er her Frame,
With soul-delighting mein.
IX.
To mark the vale where London lies
With misty vapours crown’d,
Which cloud Aurora’s thousand dyes,
And veil her charms around.
X.
Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?
So slow thy rising ray?
Give us the famous town to view,
Thou glorious king of day!
XI.
For thee, Britannia, I resign
New-England’s smiling fields;
To view again her charms divine,
What joy the prospect yields!
XII.
But thou! Temptation hence away,
With all thy fatal train,
Nor once ****** my soul away,
By thine enchanting strain.
XIII.
Thrice happy they, whose heav’nly shield
Secures their souls from harms,
And fell Temptation on the field
Of all its pow’r disarms!
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The silk, satin, that is, your skin
If only it could be sewn, to my own, flesh to bone
Sun-gold childlike eyes I’m, possesive over what’s mine
Guard u with a stone fort, no force could ever distort
If up to me, if president
I’d pump taxes into a fence
Tight security surveillance
Monitors a lavish palace
In which u’ll stay well protected
I wear u on me like a locket
If u are confused or ever despaired
Feeling unloved, that life is unfair
Never for once think I won’t be there
Storm earthquake hurricane, I hear your prayer
I love you more than a flame has heat
More than powers of electricity
I love you more than water’s needed by a tree
As there’s always greed for money, will u always have me
Spelled by, your charms
Your fruit disarms
Fragments of my thinking, farewell fuels a famine
Your fingerprints are ageless, riddles of a ghost nameless
Synthetic diamonds, seizing my organs,until swollen
Till we inhale, the same smoke trail
I’m a trampled leaf throbbing from nails
Your silver haired mermaid derail
With only arrows of poetry
To proclaim without humility
U’ll have the world when u have me
If u are confused or ever despaired
Feeling unloved that life is unfair
Never for once think I won’t be there
Storm earthquake hurricane, I hear your prayer
I love you more than a flame has heat
More than powers of electricity
I love you more than water’s needed by a tree
As there’s always greed for money, will u always have me
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
It might be the passersby that amuse me:
The brightly dressed young woman whose ease
And deeply warm smile suggest convincingly
She is a new bride, her heart dancing like the breeze;
Or her companion, whose strength beams
Through his eyes and brightens his gaze,
His love, like the sun's light streams
Over his young wife, whose laughter seems his praise;
Or the gaggle of adolesents,
From whose conversation I catch words
Like “amped” and “dude,” most of which to me make no sense,
Whose clothes seem much worn than what their parents can afford;
Or it might be the happy child
Giggling in her mother's arms,
Whose fun consists of simply flailing all wild
And watching the smiles of those the fun disarms.
Or it might be that I am the youngest of them all,
Cane on the bench beside me,
Taking in the world, anew, fresh, though this be my 76th fall.
If this park bench view means anything, very clearly:
Life is a smiling thing.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
It’s the season of sickness.
The ruminant roars,
disarms me with hunger,
Feeds me
poison, contagious
violence; ****** of my
Control, spiller of
my Secret:
‘I am gross.’
Bathroom lights stare at me,
Toilet flushes betray my ears.
Only Courage,
Hanging on
the edge of a lash, leaking
with every pause of breath,
can save me.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
The churning *** keeps my family one
The fog of delight hides us from the sun
A taste of complacence to keep me compliant
Frames of despair keep the hallways’ alignment
This battleship lands in Australia for now
And burns its own flag along with sundown
The captain is weak, the crewmen have perished
The telescope frowns when it scans the cherished
The cook yells, “My, with the onions, I cry!”
The maid is convinced,by her use of lye,
That this is a happy crew of the sea
Where everyone’s something to puke except me
I stayed on the bridge with a knife in my eye
The pensive maiden disarms with a sigh
Here lies the painting of a family brew
The mirror, indifferent of me, is true
Metal footsteps of a boy led blind
The chef and the captain maintain their grind
And thrive in contrivance of a world kept stable
Where all the rules lie in the food of a table
The boy has been strung across the bridge, politely
And left to a tool of love, coded tightly
There is nothing in the night’s facade of blue
I’m a ***** to the smell of the ship-crew’s stew
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
This faint resemblance of thy charms,
(Though strong as mortal art could give,)
My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
Here, I can trace the locks of gold
Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
The cheeks which sprung from Beauty’s mould,
The lips, which made me ‘Beauty’s’ slave.
Here I can trace—ah, no! that eye,
Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
Must all the painter’s art defy,
And bid him from the task retire.
Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
But where’s the beam so sweetly straying,
Which gave a lustre to its blue,
Like Luna o’er the ocean playing?
Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
Than all the living forms could be,
Save her who plac’d thee next my heart.
She plac’d it, sad, with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there
Held every sense in fast controul.
Thro’ hours, thro’ years, thro’ time,’twill cheer—
My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
In life’s last conflict ’twill appear,
And meet my fond, expiring gaze.
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How well she grows - the perfect rose
A delicate bloom in pink
Little by little, her petals unfold
And blend in poetic ink.
Tall and stately; she is a regal bloom
She reigns and flaunts her style
How she charms prying eyes
And disarms with her scented smile
Though time will turn the tide one day
And she'll wilt, and cease to be
But long will she be remembered
And loved in poetry.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
UNNOTICED
The first time i saw you
I couldn’t get my eyes off you
You smiled at everyone in that room but me
I guess your smile was what caught my eye
Was it the way you walked
Maybe it was the way you talked
I remember you sounded like the whispers of angels
I was heading home that day smiling like riches kissed me
Too shy to explain the reason why
My friends see me as tough
As the one who doesn’t fall in love
But that is the biggest lie i live with
You were strangely too beautiful to forget
Your face as smooth as polished marbles
So i painted imaginations of us
I struggled to understand why i felt this way
I reached back in time wishing i told you how i felt
But i wasn’t so sure that you would feel the same way
I came back every time i had a chance
To behold your sun bright smile
To see the soft freshness of your skin
I wished your gentle eyes would fall upon mine
I stalked you without you knowing
From a distance i loved you for you
In my dreams i constantly see you
In my own fantasies i took you on uncountable dates
I pinned pictures of you in my bedroom
I knew i loved you better than the one you love
I made myself to believe that you are mine
You are a human adorned in splendor
The honey that sweetened my life without knowing
Days turned into weeks and so it continued
I was comfortable with loving you from a distance
Why? because i was too scared!
Too scared that you would say NO
Too scared that i would mess things up and lose you forever
I know you might call me a coward
But would you blame me?
Would you blame me for being scared to lose you?
You were mine and i wasn’t yours
Yea truly most times it makes me really sad
Without you knowing you melted a heart as cold as ice
Without you knowing you made me fall in love
Without you knowing you brought sunshine to my life
Without you knowing your voice became what disarms my demons
Without you knowing i smile in my loneliness
Without you knowing you are the love of my life
In your world i am but a foreigner
In my world you are everything
The stars that beautified my planet
The sweet violin constantly repeating in my head
You have become the commanding officer of my happiness
Yet in your world i am still the UNNOTICED.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
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Love—is that later Thing than Death—
More previous—than Life—
Confirms it at its entrance—And
Usurps it—of itself—
Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting
The Second—to its friend—
Disarms the little interval—
Deposits Him with God—
Then hovers—an inferior Guard—
Lest this Beloved Charge
Need—once in an Eternity—
A smaller than the Large—
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A cooling zephyr blew across
Union Hill and twisted and turned
Until it was caught in a dream,
Tangled in ribbons of reflective light...
Light that was amplified by her
Grace and cerulean eyes,
Like burning cobalt
In an eventide sky.
The profound depth of her mere
Being was enough to hold me
Down, something gravity
Could ne'er do.
As I looked behind her
Bright stained glass windows,
I witnessed every beautiful
Objectification.
Sometimes, I swear I could hear the
Song of myself ringing in her tears,
Dying in love in those cries
With nothing more than a sweet embrace.
I began to feel a foreboding
Sense of impending happiness
Dwelling among the empty chambers
Of my restless mind as though it were...
A ghost...
Haunting my soul at its very apex,
Flooding my arteries with
Love's summer venom...
Sweet like her sugarcane
Kisses...
Warm to the evanescent touch,
Yet cold to the efflorescent taste.
Oh, how light flowed
Forth from her tender fingertips,
The same fingertips that touched
My face at midnight...
That witching hour we spent together,
Killing each other's
Sullen loneliness until
Time and white silence lulled us to sleep.
By every passing moment in the
Sensuous manifest we call
Romance, the light cuts me
Deeper with its rusty blade...
And disarms my final breath...
"No more, no more",
And forevermore.
I fall weary in my crimson tide
As she draws me near and nigh
With her soft spoken words
And enamored sigh.
I am drowning in her August Light but
My Bleeding Heart bleeds for hers, every night.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
The Beloved
enters like a mist
When in stillness
Lays a kiss
Disarms my words
eludes my eyes
pages empty
the ink run dry
Hours gaze
from a clock with no face
free from the hands
of time and space
Pulsing chamber of light
that of a lantern
of a wayfaring messenger, she says
“I am not writer, I am written”
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
The Beloved
enters like a mist
When in stillness
Softens a kiss
Disarms my words
eludes my eyes
No empty pages
the ink run dry
Hours gaze
from a clock with no face
free from the hands
of time and space
Pulsing chamber of light
that of a lantern
of a wayfaring messenger
She says
"I am not writer, I am written"
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
This is not a poem,
it’s a loss of hope.
Art only the escape
from what was,
what is
and what will always be
until all that’s left is
what?
I scatter my childhood,
leave it among the plains,
forget the trail of grazed knees,
praying hands and broken hearts
until all that’s left is
what?
I feel the teeth in my carcass;
always ‘I’;
never the pains of others,
never the loss of tide,
still I wonder why I don’t understand.
This is not a poem,
it’s a loss of answer.
School only the escape
from what is,
what isn’t
and what will never be
until all that’s left is
what?
I listen to you,
and it breaks my heart.
It breaks my heart in places
my words cannot scale.
Just your heartbreak;
over and over, rinse-and-repeat
sorrow in my ears
as I walk through my days.
This is not a poem,
it’s a loss of form.
Temporary I know,
but the world often disarms me,
when I am in most need of
my bow.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
An innocent smile
disarms the romantic heart,
arouses those vile.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Some have amazing qualities, inherent
that they stand out a mile, so envy not
for no matter how you try
you can only look and
wonder
can you catch up with the rock of ages
or have the wisdom of sages renowned
know the patience of saints
possess the courage of a lion
or the bravery of the spartan
do you have the gentility of a feather
yet know the fierceness of a tornado
do you have the softness of the dream lover
or own the sacred sword of the Mighty Thor
yet have hands that nourishes a baby tenderly
or a smile that even disarms dogs.
Can you catch up with the clouds
do you have a voice that can sing with Celestial choir...
Do you see why such as this makes the whole town sing
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
I’m on California 101
The highway
Taking you away
Are you lost ?
We say 101 at most
In the American West
“One-o-one’’
One no one
One, oh one
I fire the only firearm
That disarms you
My denim by Levi’s
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On California 101
Blue as the sky of my vice
Hip-hugs my skin we drive
The Pacific and its yellow lines unwind
As slowly as the wind
We drive 101’s log jam
Listening to Pearl Jam
I’m Bonnie, my guy’s Clyde
And I gotta tell Elvis
The weather here is a bliss
Elvis, did you wear that hip-hugging Levi’s ?
My road trip essential nice vice?
We drive, high gear overdrive
To San Diego’s beaches and lagoon
To Los Angeles, you funny gowned goon
To San Francisco, everything there is eclectic
California, your State’s electricity is static
“One-o-one’’
One no one
One, oh one
Road trippin’ with my denim by Levi’s
501
On California 101
Are you lost ?
We say 101 at most
In the American West
We’re on Pacific Coast
Highway we followed along the Coast
To the Bay Bridge and the port
Of San Francisco, maritime city
An exceptional city that rules
Exception to the rule
We go country in the Bald Eagle’s county
“One-o-one’’
One no one
One, oh one
Get your denim by Levi’s
501
On California 101
Are you lost ?
We say 101 at most
In the American West!
May 1, 2015
University of California, Riverside.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Be merciful even as your Heavenly Father is merciful
Thy kingdom come thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
The Father who loves us died for us and paid the debt we could not pay. May we strive to be merciful, loving, forgiving for the small things. Let us be like Jesus to others. God is LOVE. The reason the world does not know God is because it does not know LOVE. And what is Love? Love is patient, love is kind, slow to anger, protects, trusts, hopes, believes, perseveres. Love never fails. Forgiveness is a great weapon. It disarms, diffuses, stuns, kills hate, squashes vengeance. It heals and sets free, but surprisingly it most often frees us. If someone can forgive you for something and move forward, never think for a second that God can’t forgive you and hasn’t already. God is so much better and so much more merciful and loving by far! The challenge is you need to learn to forgive yourself. God, help us to be merciful, forgiving, loving and kind to all, especially those who probably don’t deserve it. In these moments Lord, remind us gently that we didn’t deserve your mercy, forgiveness, love and kindness, but you gave it anyway and we aught to do likewise. Amen
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
She was darting through thoughts
I dart through hers
My brain tied in knots
Kicking with spurs
Her eyes darker than night
A bottle in her hand
Tearing down with words polite
Meaning hidden I understand
Pack of smokes in pocket
A state of misery
Launching like a rocket
No reason I can see
In foggy haze of confusion
Rain quit falling down
Bars closing in conclusion
Remained dimly lit around
Resting back against wall
Bricks of the front of our wet home
Could hear the substances call
In back of her mind to roam
Let in with welcome arms
Turn off lights one by one
It's about how want disarms
Forfeit to them almost none
In a day will return
Finding you the same place
Or someone better takes their turn
Does not matter
Just a different face
She falls asleep eventually
Giving her dreams attention
Call names and she will be
All things you mentioned
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 2:21 AM UTC
What was there in you that made me want you to stay?
The way that I'm blue
But you made it okay
The way that you gaze
The way I forget
Youre invading my space
But I don't really care
What was there in you that made me need you to stay?
Your laughter
Your warmth
Your smile
that disarms
The way youve turned
My black and white world
to something in technicolor
Now I can feel so much more
What was there in you that made me think you would stay?
The way that you care
The way that you don't
The way I know everything about you
And then nothing at all
The way I'm surprised
Like were meeting for the first time
And when you take my hand
I know I could fly
The way that im losing
My grip on reality
Because you're the first
I've have ever
learned to love fully
And all this thinking has led me this way
What was there in me that made me think you would stay?
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC