"dropp" poems
The mushroom
The unfolding
instant of creation (fertilisation)
not an instant separate from breakfast
It all flows down & out, flowing
but that instant:
not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment
of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating
merging in cool slime splendour
a crushing of steel & glass & ice
(instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide)
far-out splendour
heat & fire are outwards signs of a
Small dry mating
~~~
event in a room
event in space
a circle
Magic rite
To call up the godhead
spirits, demons
The shaman calls:
“When radio dark night…”
We are eating each other.
~~~
The Voice of the Serpent
dry hiss of age & steam
& leaves of gold
old books in ruined
Temples
The pages break like ash
I will not disturb
I will not go
Come, he says softly
an old man appears &
moves in tired dance
amid the scattered dead
gently they stir
~~~
I received an Aztec wall
of vision
& dissolved my room in
sweet derision
Closed my eyes, prepared to go
A gentle wind inform’d me so
And bathed my skin in ether glow
~~~
Drugs are a bet w/ your mind
~~~
The cigarette burn’d
my fingertips
& dropp’d like a log
to the rug below
My eyes took a trip
to dig the chick
Crouch’d like a cat
at the next window
My ears assembled music
out of swarming streets
but my mind rebelled
at the idiot’s laughter
The rising frightful idiot laughter
Cheering an army of
vacuum cleaners
~~~
Mouth fills w/taste of copper.
Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters.
Gyro on a string, a table.
A coin spins. The faces.
There is an audience to our drama.
Magic shade mask.
Like the hero of a dream, he works for us,
in our behalf.
How close is this to a final cut?
I fall. Sweet blackness.
Strange world that waits & watches.
Ancient dread of non-existence.
If it’s no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
it’s opposite, & everything else.
I’m alive. I’m dying.
~~~
1st wild thrush of fear
-A phone rings
There is a knock on the door.
It’s time to go.
No.
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Once a dream did weave a shade,
O’er my Angel-guarded bed.
That an Emmet lost it’s way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled wildered and forlorn
Dark benighted travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say.
O my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh.
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.
Pitying I dropp’d a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near:
Who replied. What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night.
I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetles hum,
Little wanderer hie thee home.
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I only know how to love you
in ways that hurt, that feel
like scraped knees and
dropp
i
n
g
skittles on the floor,
stubbed toes,
****** nose,
chest x-ray
came back negative
because I gave everything that
was in there to you so they had
nothing to see in the doctor's
office. My heart was never
really mine to have, anyway.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover’s ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved look’d every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.
Upon the moon I fix’d my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reach’d the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb’d the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy’s cot
Came near and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature’s gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp’d:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp’d.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover’s head!
‘O mercy!’ to myself I cried,
‘If Lucy should be dead!’
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Hers were the beautiful blue eyes and the black long hair,
She watched her blood dropp freezing to burn in the air.
Her pale lips were keeping the mark of her love's glow,
She wanted a child having the skin as white as the snow,
The hair as black as ebony and the lips as red as the blood.
That red on that white looked as beautiful as a flower bud.
She was sewing and watching the ebony of her window's frame.
An angel became visible in the air to tell her the child's name.
''Light up this love, my Lord, and give me this child of light
Unbearable is this pain of mine, light up my soul and my sight.''
Coming up the stairs, the king saw this and he told his queen,
'This white angel is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen! ''
The queen's heart used to be like a little book being unread,
But in front of her husband, it has become an open thread.
He tenderly kissed her, ''Your broken heart is no longer dead,
Because for Snow White on the snow your secret has bled.''
When she gave birth to her child, the sun rose to be so bright
And everything in the castle could be seen in the holy light,
But when the king came to see them, he heard only the sighs.
When he saw his dead queen, sad tears flooded his black eyes.
While he was living with his child being a lonely sad father,
The king thought to bring to little Snow White a new mother.
''Light up this life, my Lord, because I have only fears and sighs,
Change my fate, because I need a new morn in my sad eyes! ''
He married again, but the queen's heart was mercilessly beating.
She was like a dangerous snake and poisoned was her greeting.
Her sarcastic lips were always keeping the mark of her hatred,
Her powers were hidden, because for her the devil was sacred.
She kept her frozen air, although the snow was melting in Spring,
Her words could remain suspended in the air to freeze everything.
‘'Mirror, dear Mirror on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all?
‘'You, my queen, are fairest of all'', echoed the mirror in the hall.
The Snow White grew up becoming more beautiful than the queen,
The king told her, 'You're the most beautiful child I have ever seen! ''
When the mirror told the queen, ‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
She added, ''Little Snow-White is still a thousand times fairer than you.''
The king started seriously to think of the passion they had known
‘Cause the queen's self-satisfaction and insensibility have grown.
He realized that it's a wretchedness to continue sharing their bed.
He wanted to open a dialog with her, but the words left all unsaid.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
Drip, dropp Drip
The facet go
creak, creak, creak
the floor boards go
swish, swish, swish
the trees out front go
the sound when your alone
tweet, tweet tweet
the birds go
swoosh swoosh swoosh
the waves go
swoosh whoosh swoosh
the cars go
the beautiful sounds of alone
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
If Life Wasn't Such A Blade Through The Heartt,,
If Onlyy It'd Feltt Nothing Like A Fartt,,
Maybe Then You'd See The Artt,,
Instead Of Onlyy What's Torn Us Apart,,
I've Seen This Coming,,
Wishing I Had Nott,,
But That's Ok,,
I Wontt Dripp A Single Dropp Of Snott,,
Nor Shed Ah Tearr,,
Nott Here Nott There,,
Living This Life In Constantt Fear,,
Foreverr Craving But Hating The Veryy Words We Hear,,
Four Letters,,
One Hope,,
I'm Speaking Of Love,,
But It's A Lott Like Dope,,
I've Been High Off Of You,,
Feeling Like A Hitt Of One Or Two,,
But Instead Of Trying To Smoke,,
This Time I've Justt Said Nope,,
Unable To Fool Myself Anyy Longerr,,
Hoping Thatt Maybe Nextt Time I'll Be Ah Bitt Strongerr,,
But For Now I Noo Longerr Wish To Feed This Hungerr,,
This Fear Is One I Mayy Nott Conquerr,,
I Do Apologize,,
Justt Once More,,
Look Me In My Eye's And Tell Me,,
Those Words Were Neverr Lies,,
Even Thoughh I Mayy Despise,,
The Veryy Truth,,
Of You,,
Noo Nott One But Maybe Two,,
I'm Beginning To Feel Ah Little Blue,,
As I Flood My Mind With These Thoughts Of You,,
Constantlyy Wishing Thatt I Could Sue,,
The Angeles Of Love,,
Nott Justt Those From Above,,
For The Time We've Spentt On This Thoughtt Of Love,,
Justt One More Word,,
Ah Push Or Ah Shove,,
Once Again With The Touch Of Ah Dove,,
This Constantt Battle,,
Feeling Like The Snake With Ah Rattle,,
Wishing One Would Have Chosen To Tattle,,
It Should Have Neverr Been Ah Debate,,
When Thinking To Use Ah Word Soo Greatt,,
Because In The Process You Mayy Be Preaching Hate,,
Forming The Word,,
Even While Doing The Verb,,
You Call It ***
Maybe Even Love,,
But How Could You Do Soo When Knowing Nothing Aboutt Your Dove,,
In The Pastt,,
I've Spoken Greatt Words Of Confusion,,
Hereby Leading Us To This Conclusion,,
Soo Before The Veryy Contusion To The Brain,,
I've Spoken These Words To Tryy An Relieve Some Of This Upcoming Pain,,
Speakk Of The Future & Few Will Nott Thinkk Of You As Insane,,
When Truth Is,,
You've Justt Seen This Coming Once Again.......
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
As if I were a surgeon,
cutting away with purpose,
no blood was lost as you fell
away from me.
You dropp'd to the forest floors,
drifting away with the wind,
I thought you were gone for good
that I was free.
You're anything but benign,
a creature from the dark woods,
following me as a wolf
out for the ****
Helpless to spend the Winter,
cold and alone and empty,
waiting for your sure return
back to my heart.
Spring comes as you slither near,
hidden and slowly warming,
crawling and clawing upon
my cold body.
You've made your home by Summer,
nested in my hollow heart,
soaking in passionate love
that will not last.
I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
we see you more than you see us
and we know it better than you think
we are the strongest among you
you may try and break us down
you can beat us down
you can drag us down
you can talk us down
you can pull us down
you can stare us down
you can cheat us down
no matter what you do
no matter what you try
we will always come back
and we will never die
you can send us to the edge of space
you can send us to the center of the sun
you can throw us out onto the street
you can dropp us into the depths of an empty well
and even to the depths of hell
but we are back
oh we are well
and there is something you lack
and only we can tell
don't you feel terrible
don't you feel sad
don't you feel horrible
don't you just feel bad
we can beat you down
we can drag you down
we can talk you down
we can pull you down
we can stare you down
we can cheat you down
we can send you to the edge of space
we can send you to the center of the sun
we can throw you out onto the street
we can dropp you into the depths of an empty well
and even to the depths of hell
but we wont
and i bet that you do't know why
its because you have something that we don't
and that is the corruption of a lie
we have been beaten down
we have been dragged down
we have been talked down
we have been pulled down
we have been stared down
we have been cheated down
we have been sent to the edge of space
far from the reach of a friendly face
we have been sent to the center of the sun
isolated, stupid, and dumb
we have thrown out onto the street
cold and lonely, hungry for anything to eat
we have been dropped to the bottom of an empty well
its cold and dark and everyone passing by just says 'oh well'
and we have even been to the depths of hell
nowhere to run
and constantly attacked
always lonely
and pain never lacked
always searching
can never find a friendly face
can never come home to a proud mother and father
cant even find a place to stay
cant even find out why people even bother
only able to find that everything's become harder
but there is always a loop hole
always a break point
always a loose pole
always a loose joint
you will always find someone
family or friend
someone that has a hand to lend
but this person is not here to hold your life by the hand
this persons job is to help you get up and stand
and its up to you to take the first step
and live your life with no regret
so its not about being able to come out on top after bieng
beaten down
dragged down
talked down
pulled down
stared down
cheated down
sent to the edge of space
sent to the center of the dun
thrown out onto the street
dropped into the depths of an empty well
its about the fact that we stood by our friends
we saw you more than you saw us
and we knew knew it better than you did
you tried to break us down
and that just makes it true
that we have become
the strongest among you
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
*** & RED BULL
Out of our skull
on *** & Red Bull
we play football
with a grinning
plastic skull
(retrieved from a skip)
using the Momento Mori
for a drunken kickabout.
You dribble
& drool it.
You shoot
I save it
tipping it over
an imaginary crossbar.
Spectacular!
I bathe
in an imaginary roar.
I clutch
the skull
to my chest
begin to spout:
'Toby
(or not)
Toby
... that is the jug! '
'Oi...! ' you shout
'Me Lord Hamlet
...over here
on de head! '
I dropp kick
the skull
(grinning still)
in your general
direction.
I can see
two of you
& don't know who
to pass it too.
You rise
beautifully to
the occasion
losing a stiletto
in the process
your body arched
like a sublime salmon
jumping
upstream
you head the skull home
past my groping outstretched fingertips
'GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! '
you scream
your blouse
over your head
in exultant
celebration.
A 'Now then...now then' police man
confiscates our skull.
Tells us
to ****** off.
'Awwww Ref! '
we argue but
he ain't
having any of it.
Hanging on
to each other
you ululating.
We stagger
down the street
look back
to see
P.C. Plod
mis-kick the skull
through someone's sleeping
window
crashtinkletinkle.
We wonder if
he'll have to
arrest
himself.
We scarper
in case he tries
to blame it
on innocent us.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
Thy rose rots, ami'st my feet an' the door,
Pleading, the fragrance its to be sucketh an' bitter wine pour,
Blisters dropp'th from thy swirlin' shore,
Boun'less pain stabbeth me more,
Thy gift'd feather, thy ink pouch, leather,
Those symphonies maketh me smile, no more,
Beneath the cores de pumping meat, I solemnly adore,
Curious stem o' rotten rose whispereth,
Thy reminiscences under my chest crawleth,
Mysterious reas'n attracteth thy death.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
What is that thing that is called love?
Some people believe it is a gift from above
Others say it brings nothing but pain
Maybe it is a one way train
When you take your path
You could never go back again
It may take you to the happiness door
Or maybe make you taste life's sore!
Maybe love is just like the rain
You never know how hard it would be
Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!
Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or is it going to lead you to hell!
Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!
Love could be like glass
If you dropp it, it shatters
And never be put completly back together
But love can also be like porceline
Never cracks & stays forever
It is so strange
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? !
A small word but with so many question marks
It is such a complicated feeling
That confuses any human being
Love is so precious
Love is a treasure
Love is not cheap
Love is when you can't fall asleep
For reality is better than dreams
And life is sweeter than it seams
Love comes from the heart
Not the brain
You don't know when it starts
You don't think about it
You just feel it over and over again
Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing
Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count
Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True love does NOT have an ending!
Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy? ! !
Love | Shreyash Ghosh
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
I'm not asking you to meet everyday
I could try & bare
When you are away
All I need is just some care
All I need is not to feel so much alone
All I need is a tender heart not hard as stone
All I need is to hear your voice on the phone
All I need is to know that you're fine
All I need is to know that you're mine
All I need is to know that I'm in your heart
Even If we are going to stay for so long apart
I'm not asking you to count every dropp of water in the rain!
All I need is to stop making me feel this pain
I'm not asking you to count every particle of sand on the shore!
All I need is to know that you Love me from your very inner core
All I need is to know that I'm the only one that you adore
I'm not asking you to make the birds swim and make the fish fly!
All I need is not to hear the word 'Goodbye '
I'm not asking you to climb a mountain so high!
Nor am I asking you to swim across the deepest sea!
All I need is to show me that you love me
I'm not asking you to walk a thousand mile!
All I need is a simple smile
I'm not asking you to make the trees blue!
All I need is to know that you're true
I'm not asking you for a diamond ring!
All I need is a much humble thing
All I need is your attention
All I need is affection
I'm not asking you for a princess dress!
All I need is something... much much less
All I need is a gentle caress
I'm not asking you for a castle of gold!
I'm not asking you for more than you could afford!
All I need is not to feel ignored
All I need is not to feel that you're bored
All I need is a kind word
I'm not asking you to make the year 14 months!
Nor am I asking you to make the week 8 days!
I'm not asking you to make the sun rise from the west!
All I need is to sleep on your chest
To hear your heart beat
All I need is to feel complete
AM I ASKING TOO MUCH? ? !
By Unknown
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
becoming boat in blindness.
Witch hazel
fails to stop leakage.
Thumb with beads of lymph
stung high in stillness,
wants to peel off
the concept of injury.
A brace
stops the smile.
Blue-chips have nothing to offer.
A king had hemophilia.
Timbers drip the blood
from heartwood
dropp by drop.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
I'm not asking you to meet everyday
I could try & bare
When you are away
All I need is just some care
All I need is not to feel so much alone
All I need is a tender heart not hard as stone
All I need is to hear your voice on the phone
All I need is to know that you're fine
All I need is to know that you're mine
All I need is to know that I'm in your heart
Even If we are going to stay for so long apart
I'm not asking you to count every dropp of water in the rain!
All I need is to stop making me feel this pain
I'm not asking you to count every particle of sand on the shore!
All I need is to know that you Love me from your very inner core
All I need is to know that I'm the only one that you adore
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
difficult is written
the poetry of the ruins
suffering is seen only
also dust smoke
half remains
war poems
with a bullet is dropp pens
how peace is written to
short to be
the poetry of though
discusses a lot of few words
real describes
dense must be
love poems
gets into the vortex of every heart
their difficult get rid of effects
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC