"dismays" poems
How do I restart
To those perfect days?
Deception: an art
That leaves me to gaze
Yet I will depart
From all these dismays
So I'll have my heart
Away from this haze
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
you no longer initiate
to ask if i was doing fine these days,
and you're much late
to know my dismays.
you and i have changed
— though i know it's inevitable,
but i still will believe
that we're always unbreakable.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
I have been shaped, some bruised and molded statue of clay.
To obey and proceed with attentive caution, wary: "Do not stray!";
Have a walk to clear your thoughts through the Rose gardens.
Some purpose: to love, to nurture, to care.
Alas! I have not been adequately made aware,
That my mind's Ghost gives no steps to share.
A bee for a flower and even fish for the sea,
But how to compare with a human like me?
Let my gills breathe in the stream's current--
And let me pollinate the wicked flower.
For I also must learn the ways,
Of today's quick and increasing dismays.
They say, "You must live, so long as you are alive"
"Do not ever yourself of intense feelings deprive!"
But who knows what's better and right,
And whether we were all born Good and White.
Sentiments overexposed and worn-out for some,
For them become quite weary and numb.
A glimmer of hope through a cloud of fear,
Perchance to say, "Ok, I'll give them my ear"
But the frost built up and fresh wood decays,
The mist has grown dark with a deadly-ash haze.
The suns warmth that to my bones brings strength
Leaves me, in Winter alone almost at arms-length.
Sing, and rebel. WE must drink and remind ourselves-
As one task goes by, another awaits.
Time no longer dances around an infants thumb,
Rather whips and rides the very Sun.
The heart bends, salvation is within!
Where is He so that I may not sin?
But have a walk to clear your thoughts through the Rose gardens.
Because nature's beauty does not take off without warning.
Bags packed and set aside through an evening sleep--
Words of a prophet: "As you sow, so shall you reap"
The long and heavy pendulum of those sighs spent,
Cuts deep into the flesh; a spirit to torment.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Nurture your strength and let it freely grow
Gather your spirit, paddle your own canoe
The darkest storms and all the wildest waves
Spiralling winds, the strongest gales
All these torments, disillusions and dismays
Easy and strong paddles keep you adrift and unafraid
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
I shalt not fall in love with the hand of one god
For many oversee my world.
Nor listen to the lies that dance off your tongue
In a way so distant and curled.
See I live in a way so peaceful and kind
As these spirits around me say.
For seeing through the eyes of one powerful man
Is like selling my soul to the grave.
Your love-
Your captain-
Your savior of beast-
Although whoever betrays him is of ways-
Of crafts and horrid slurs to keep
Me locked in with devilish dismays.
The fate that lies if I do not drift
In love with the hand of your kind.
Of a man that promises all and hell
If I don't sync with the ways of his mind.
So go on and tell me the ways I should see
Although I feel it deep in my heart.
For if I succumb to the ways of your world
My life will diminish and fall apart.
Surrender my soul for one who sees all as sin?
I'd rather vanish into the depths-
Of whirl winds and tragic mystics that spin
Down the treacherous dismays of man.
So go on and tell me the things I should feel
Just because you were brought up that way.
For it doesn't mean I shall appeal to his eyes
For mine turned opaquely to grey.
If hell is what I'm given for my love
Of many spirits and gods-
Then let this reign of "darkness" devoir
My body-
My heart-
And my mind.
Alysia Marie 2015 ©
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
The hills, they are so lonely,
The clouds that keep them company.
From far and beyond,
They rule,
Stand alone, stand tall.
From the midsts of green,
They look,
Peek really,
And lure the lonesome soul.
The river that flows,
Tears that swim,
Sounds that ring,
Of dire weeping.
Through beds of stone,
It seeps,
Sounds the story of that one wanderer.
The wanderer,
Who through the depths of loneliness,
Wanted depart,
Who fought the ways,
And the dismays.
A lonesome road,
That leads to the bed,
A heart that sweeps,
Every wary thought.
And there it goes,
Into the hills it flows,
Awestruck wonder,
Wandering along.
A traveller,
Travelling by,
An ant,
It disappears.
And from far beyond,
You see the light,
A village nearby,
Home.
And there amidst loneliness,
Rests a place,
You can call your own,
Amidst the loneliness,
Lies a friend.
Friends who live and die,
The life and death of a stranger ply,
To the world and me,
Yet they are, amidst the loneliness, my friends.
And there I stand guardian,
Of a tribe unknown,
A warrior,
My father's son.
My tribe,
They sing,
They laugh,
They cry.
They dance,
To the tunes of war.
They hold their knives high,
And sing the songs of fear.
In the lonesome hills,
They remain
A far fledged warrior in all.
But the wind it rustles,
And the memories,
They facade,
Gloom in colour or in sepia.
And the trees,
They hide,
In awe wonder,
The hills of ancient meander.
And the flowers,
They dance,
Listen and hum,
While the leaves sing.
And yet,
The colour,
It fades,
And paired, lonesome they remain.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
His observant mind held
Strands of coded bonds
Fond of expressions for
Incisive presentations
Of what could be foretold.
He metastasized thought
And tempted his youth,
unraveling behavior
favoring adult endeavors
And here I permit my fist
Beneath my chin in complacency
Statuesque, pondering whether
My decisions are remnants of bloodlines,
Coupled complexes attractive to be subtractive
To my true desires
Whether his dismays maybe in part
To inquiries of adolescent angst
The repetitive cycle remains with
Finding one’s embodiment of identity
Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 5:54 AM UTC
Dad,
Where are you? Can you hear me?
Can we communicate right now?
It's your son, and I've grown older,
but still so much I don't know how.
It's just a few years since you've left us,
though for many you were ready.
I saw you fade but to a whisper,
from a voice so strong and steady.
And though you may have thought
I couldn't wait for you to die;
Today, I stand bewildered.
I beg for one more chance to try.
To try to ask you how you did it;
be a husband and a dad?
Things I never thought to ask you,
or did not know how since I was mad.
But, they throw food across the table.
Constantly fight and misbehave,
and then my wife feels so defeated.
(You must be turning in your grave.)
I worry so I've failed my boys.
As I remember, so once did you.
Though my brothers and I, we made it.
Just exactly how, I never knew.
The things I never saw you do,
yet, you must've done somehow.
Solving all the world's dismays.
Never failing in your vow.
You made it look so easy.
So calm and yet concerned.
No question left unanswered.
No compliment unearned.
You always looked undaunted.
Did you ever want to run?
Where did you find the answers
on exactly how to raise a son?
I sat smugly as a young man
dismissing all you said to me.
But, sadly now I sit here
wishing for one more chance to see.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Overcast evening mixed with air and rain
Foreboding hairs rising, thoughts in vein
Words a loss at most to the gloss of this face
Strikingly beautiful to the beholder to trace
And it comes to this,
To care once more
With armor and all,
Flocking feathers fallen a more
There heeds no guide
No aide
To why we do
What our mind forbade
Discipline furthers its stretch
This man and his juvenile mind a mesh
Simply a child seeking a maternal figure
In every woman, a trigger
Trickling on the sides of faces
Are theses outlines for lost graces
Mixed ways in dismays from everyday
Departure to fool into rapture today
This is how it revolves to the middle
Month where a year comes,
To so little
A refreshment course to the choices
Taken hold by desirable answers
Trying to figure not to procure
An imminent ache to secure
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
As he paces,
his heart races.
A thousand unknown faces
fill his head and he amazes
himself that he still gets so annoyed;
so sickeningly distraught
at the thought of other boys
using her as their toy.
A one-off meeting,
A nervous smile and fleeting glance
at her red lips.
A brush of the fingertips.
A passionless kiss.
But a story nonetheless
of the girl in the tight dress
who you managed to impress
at that birthday party.
You were both a bit of a mess,
but who even cares?
It's a part of growing up:
Tongue to tongue and have a ****
of his face.
Please enjoy, Lady Ace,
the sentiment and the grace
of the young 'innocence' that still dismays
the one who actually cared.
Who actually stared
into your eyes for something deeper.
Something warmer and true
Someone in love with you,
with a dream for every day
and an endless desire to play
with your hair as well as your *** -
who cares and shares in your sass,
with kisses born from more than a crass
lad with his Hollister shirt on
and a wallet stuffed with hopeful condoms.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
I watched the sun touched the ocean today.
It brought its radiance to the water.
Then I saw the water played with colors.
Gold, aqua, green, orange, and blue,
so lovely in different hues.
The thoughts of the ocean reminded me of us.
Our sunny days and stormy skies.
Cries, dismays, laughters, dreams, and smiles.
Black and white,
dark and light.
Darkened days and silvery nights.
But love has always led,
lighting the pathways to understanding.
By loving with the fullness of our heart,
we found its bliss, its beauty, and its blessing deep within.
Let’s continue to live on dreams and hopes.
And together herald in the mystical wonders and joys,
where dayspring has no end,
where flowers burst in ever glory and splendor,
even years after we’ve lifted our first silver hair.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 6:35 PM UTC
A twist of fate
The light shines through
Wondering in this unfamiliar land
I scan my surroundings
Vibrant with color and life
Thoughts and hopes once so far
Now within my reach
These moments forever suspended in time
A freeze frame image of all I’ve ever wanted
No longer held by doubt
I walk this land once only a child’s dream
No longer breathless in a sea of stress
I conquer the trials set before
The world’s weight lifted from Atlas’s shoulders
I tread with ease
The flowing water of uncertainty now crystal clear in my mind’s eye
This circulating warmth one blocked by dismays icy grip
The new days light glowing brighter with each routines cycle
Eyes focused on the horizon ahead
Alone I do not trek
Side by side with others we travel
A feeling of inner harmony sounds
Each providing their own tone and rhythm
Underscored by this place
Combined into a rich melody
These elements resonate echoing from wall to wall
Spreading like a crimson wildfire
Others are called to join in on the journey
All leaving gloom behind, as the radiance fills in
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
I think you loved me
The first hug from behind
In the middle of the street
Our tears mixed
Upon our first antagonist
The "I love you" screams
During fireworks
The barefooted run
And exchange of shoes
Kisses and cuddles
And our little secrets
Breathtaking adventures
Touchdown places
Our very own runway
And gallery
Including bumps and dismays
The makeups that went with it
Those strict scoldings
For the betterment of my health
Our crazy antics
And bizarre trips
Intimate moments
Behind those every whispers
When you hold unto me
Like you won't let go, ever
But you did
Now that I think about it
I think you did
It's sad that I only think you did
'Cause I am very sure that I did
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
turn table turn
for you so set in your ways
can capture the light of day,
and turn it into dismays.
turn table turn
take the feather of a bird
and bury deep through hardened ground,
while the city scrapes and burns.
turn table turn
keep the secrets out and open
so as the sun rises to bring the day,
you leave the rain moping.
turn table turn
until i stop you now
gravity is law,
and i’ve finally learned how
to
turn table turn
i’ve stopped and realized
that your heavy burden lasts,
until the end of all my lies.
turn table turn
you're slowing down indeed
i’ve learned to stop and think,
i am no longer in need.
of the
turn table turn
until you realize
that your turning tables,
were only your disguise.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
im always looking for ur secrets
always wonder at my freakness
freeakessential got no regrets
bits of me go offline deep web
dark lies matter beLieve my lies
we have no hope
and baseless faith to grip
my mind and silence me black
not what i live for if
it means enzyme energy
banks stored microchip sleeper cell
the critical tilting of her epidemic
let it fall into a terribleness
blind is she one is she
makes skies turn violent
when violence is the only way
if i may say
with my indifferent dismays
so long to remember the human race.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
Why shouldn't I possess a private eagerness,
an anticipation all of my own,
Such that it crams every corner of my soul.
And I had sworn I would never again open the door
Of my senses to any outward appeal.
But I have not kept that vow
and this dismays me.
Even though I again have tasted
The tangible loveliness of life,
Seen colours as pristine as the
beginning of life and love.
Passion or compassion? I can't tell.
My heart and soul rushed to take it in.
But you have given me a gift,
And in that giving you have honoured me.
I have found the grace, the sense of worth.
And these new things have wiped away the hurt.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
I've decided that from here on in I will write a poem a day.
My joys,
My indifference
And
All my dismays.
I'll voice my feelings
Electronicly
Forgive me my past but I have to move on.
Get ready my future
Because here I come.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Hello there little fella
Why do you look so awfully glum
Is there a reason behind that tiny little frown
Why are your eyes so glassy and bright
What can be the reason you look so down
Where is that huge smile I used to see on you
Where is that loud laugh which fills up the room
Where is that tiny little hops in your steady walk
Where is that cheeky glint of mischief shining in your eyes
Hey there, hey there little dear fella
Come now come here and let yourself free
Don't sit gloomily there in that dark dusty corner
Let me be the ears to whatever your heart dismays
No. No. That can't be true
You're wrong. It can't be. No. No
You're imagining it. Its never true
You don't know what you're saying. No. No. No
Don't cry now little fella. There, there
There, there. Do wipe those poor tears
Don't let them fall. Don't let them flow
This too shall pass. This too shall go
You will be fine now little fella
You will be ok
You will get through this
You will be walking your way
This hug you are in now, it will always remain
This strength you feel now, it will always be there
This courage you hold now, it will always stay
This love you have now, it will always be yours
Always
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
Desire is a dangerous thing. Almost as dangerous as hope.
The moment you feel a hunger in your soul for something, it can own you.
I do not enjoy being owned, but I am bent.
A longing bows me towards the life I want, the girl I want, the peace I want,
But I resist it
Simply because I know that I could not withstand the hope that I might have it.
It is a delicate balance to be struck, though, because without any desire,
Without any tightening of your chest to guide you through life, you are.... cut adrift.
This can be scarier than being tractor-beam pulled toward a situation you can see ending badly, because then you are pulled toward nothing.
Nothing has gravity,
Nothing has weight, and it dismays you to find that although you no longer have to run
From your secret, devastating wishes
By drowning out the silence when the sun sets,
You must still run in the same way, but this time from the knowledge that you don't know what to wish for.
Desire is a dangerous thing.
Dangerous in presence and dangerous in lack.
Do you understand how fragile it is that we are human? How vulnerable? How shaky and unsure?
This skin that barely holds us in imprisons us well, because we are just a little bit more afraid to leave it
Than we are terrified to stay.
It is a dangerous, dangerous thing to be a person.
To want anything.
To want nothing.
There is no safety. It is a truth that will always rub me like a rock in my shoe that I can't dislodge.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
Yet in the grasp
Of music I release
From its earthly prison, in case
A little star on the horizon, has me for cease
Pence in the fun, wouldn't a life
With a curious silence made true
The better side of courage, a whimsey and a strife
Mighty as I am, being a risk in the foolery…
Is like a dance with dread, and the ancient misery's
We dote among, the music comes
Like a reason in the mix, we serve to each other for history
And the doles we found, in the years, what some's!
Playing the fool, just once
Mind owed mystique, and a wholly made needs
Reason with me, the skill of bared conscience
To look among the stillness of many, and see the deed
Urge, are we the tows of a renamed irony?
Once the backward stare of portent, needing a gift
Of reach and remorse, powers of unique harmony
Have been the suddenness, of me, time with eyes to lift
Voices to assure...
The taste of requirement, that has a vice we adore
Rancor and peace in the miracle we name, a cooler purity
Of ourselves in truth and dismays mirror, where even us, is more
Liberty, and the image of unity we verify as life
Taken to dry minds and heavy hearts
Live for now, and the best we have to offer, a rainbows right
Luck and synergy to attest, loved, is where it all starts...
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
Winter is coming
with glimmers of snow
this at least I know
because of sky growls
Winter is coming
I watch fowls
wrapped in their feather cowls
head for warm relief
Winter is coming
gasps the last leaf
unfurled from its mortal sheaf
when Night King’s sword swings down
Winter is coming
tremble, under Ice Maiden’s frown
when the sight of her gown
dismays rather than awes
Winter is coming
with its silent claws
so much pain it will cause
its enemies will know defeat
Winter is coming
there is no soul so fleet
as to successfully retreat
from Winter’s adroit wrath
Winter arrives at Winterfell
taking a hail and sleet bath
contented growls cause pause
spikes rained down
cover advance of a thief
whose nefarious shadow’s prow
stifles light so darkness may grow.
~
NM
4/11/18
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC