Electromagnet poems on Hello Poetry

MGoering Jun 2012

Lips

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If I possessed all the riches of the earth
I would lay them at your feet,
just to see you smile.
When your lips part,
revealing your resplendent mirth,
all else fades into darkness
in comparison to your luminosity.
Like a ten thousand volt electromagnet
this iron body is dragged unresisting to you.
It is almost a sin,
no it is a sin to block that smile
with my own light consuming lips.
So I sin
again and again,
I cannot stop.
So total and absolute
is the power of your smile.
Your lips are the closest thing
to heaven
that this blackhearted sinner can ever hope to experience.
As our mouths connect
I can feel the bold white radiance fill my body.
It is impossible to believe
that life holds a purer pleasure than this.
If it does I don't need it.
All the riches of the earth cannot compare
to your lips.

Max Goering June 2012

Caleb Ng Jun 2012

Social Media

It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.

It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.

It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.

It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.

It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.

It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.

tompoet rwanda Jul 2018

She was like electromagnet

her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,

her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low

her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers

the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears

when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles

her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor

the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on

and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised

#love #crush #hope #movingon

everlasting cherry Jan 2017

stroboscopic

my sacred
electromagnet
pulses white light
then vanishes into black

strobing me blind
as fragile fingers feel
along walls for doors
stumbling over furniture

wick flickering
flame dance
amid changeling winds

----- Sep 2010

Uncertainty Principle

The act of observation changes that which is being observed.
When you are not watching me, I am not there.
The others looks for me, but instead find
The inverse of you
An electromagnet, pining for a spark.
Light me up or let me go to waste,
But please don't leave me Uncertain.

To all the physicists out there: I'm fully aware of the fact that there's a difference between the Observer Effect (which is the quantum phenomenon used as a conceit in this poem) and the Uncertainty Principle (which is what I've actually referenced). Whether you see this as artistic license, or blatant and insulting misuse of science in art, is up to you. I won't try to convince anyone that it's actually intended as a whole other layer of significance relating to identity-as-journey or any such nonsense ;)
(c) me September 2010

Norbert Tasev Jul 2020

Anit-laments

When I look at my pathetic, chubby, anti-body, reddish spheres glistening on my face - something strange desolation flies over me and settles on me. Why couldn't I be worthy of you? - are you asking this? How could I have built a glass palace for you from the tears of my pure, hopeful heart? I would just sit with a sure, warming awareness that your angelic being fills all the essentials, and while our two hands: A kindly watchful swan hand intertwine their dreams with my oak and rugged hands.

Now, with a stifled, bitter, self-hatched mood, I think of how you ended up on the island of desire of your dreams, and I stay here now like a lost person left in the woods, whose heart is bleeding from several wounds! My intellect is now still weak with pity and broken will for your pity, and he begs: Oh! How much I wanted to whisper only to you, softly and softly,

so that only your fairy-ears can confidently listen to my secrets, all that is sweetened, attracted like an electromagnet to you. you stood before me and bewitched me with your unquenchable desire, always my tutyimutyi mood, and I tried to feed my fire consciously, boldly, so that the proud and one-time cop of our passions would never go out,

juror chained to the kisses of your love like a prisoner, and I couldn’t, in my desperate, vulnerable pain, even give up on you forever! "At that time, they're still guarding with roaring light, staring at my dreams with rhinestones." I would run away if I could but I am with you in your mind too!

#myself #sad #romance #love

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