"elopes" poems
Drowning in a cesspool of wishes
Destiny swims no farther than fishes.
Diligence seduces the tide,
She elopes, makes her a bride.
The singing bird sings,
The humming bee stings.
Inactivity kills the sweet dreamer but
Also exalts not the lazy ****
Puff your blunt, roll up your sleeves
Kiss your tools, empty your sheaths
Pray your hands grind the right mill,
Your hustle will have you chill.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
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*Meet me in my dreams tonight
Where love elopes and hopes fly high.
Where songs of truth are sang to thee
This night alone to set us free.
Meet me in my dreams tonight
Where fate abounds in your design.
We’ll tell a tale of ecstasy
To fill this void from you to me.
Within my dreams, in you - I’ll wait
To find me in this abstract state.
Together time is out of reach
This surreal moment belongs to each.
Within my dreams, for you - I’ll find
That hidden escape within our mind.
We’ll banish all worry and cut all strings
That keep us from joining and fleeing on wings.
Within my dreams, for you - I’ll be
Forever yours eternally.
The one real place we can feel alive
Where all our fantasies live and thrive.
Meet me in my dreams tonight
Within this realm as we collide
Hold on tight ‘fore dawn of light
Both far away and out of sight.
Meet me in my dreams tonight
This moment I’ll treasure of timeless flight.
Where thoughts unfurl and feelings entwine;
Where I am yours and you are mine.*
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
DECEMBER DAFFODILS
******* blossom
on the dancing washing line
December daffodils
her blouse
wearing only weather
blooms bustily
all her clothes
mimic the body
that has worn them
"Come...dancing!" hollers the wind
"HeeeehAWWWW!' shout the clothes
line dancing
an infatuated ra-ra skirt
jumps off line
goes solo
ra-ra skirt elopes with wind
over the wall it goes
scaring the cat
******* cling on
for dear life
oooOOOPS...they're down
a bouquet of *******
scatter over lavender bushes
daffodils dancing
now the wind falls
asleep
the clothes ashamed of themselves
a pink *******
perched rudely
upon the rue
I go gather 'em up
the ******* blush
at their misbehaviours
the ra-ra skirt
knows the game is up
comes quietly
only the daffs surprised
to find themselves here at all
giving themselves airs and graces
daffs yell in yellow
bow their lovely heads
pray to whatever God made them
"Dear Lord..." they passionately pray
"Thank you for giving us
this delightful December!"
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
~ Anticipation overwhelms the air
Time slows down, freedom elopes
~ Motionless, extremely unaware
Nervousness grows stronger, as my heart beats faster
~ A familiar face, everything changes
Emotions all fade, faith is restored
~ Right back where we left off, we continue the pages
Underestimating the new changes
~ Another 'hello' soon follows another 'goodbye'
Back to reality, we go our separate ways
~ Always remembering the little things throughout time
Our paths will meet again, we both know it's true
~ Commotion of lies from people around
Never believe them, they'll never force me to frown
~ We take what we want, and give what we take
Without this, we would believe and become what we hate
~ Another journey home, don't know what to expect
I know there will be you, and the things you protect
~ Dignity, reputation, what the people see
While I protect what makes me free
~Meagan Williams
1.15.13
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
Scraps of paper,
Wasted ink.
Used to to express my thoughts,
Because I find it hard to speak.
People tell me,
Keeping it to yourself doesn't help,
You're going to drive yourself to a breaking point.
It's a ******* story they all want to hear,
No one really ****** cares.
I depend on my strength,
I've built a fence,
I tell people things so they don't seek the depth.
I'm a perfect actress,
My makeup never wears,
With a smile and invisible tears.
I hurt for no reason,
I bleed from within,
My heart,
I swear it's in pieces,
Even the melodies can't mend it.
I fear I'm a disturbance,
But an essential one,
When I'm not needed,
I'm an unnoticed painting on a fading wall,
Lonely though surrounded by flies.
People say it'll be fine but I'm done with hope,
I want no company,
For with it my happiness elopes.
Though a few people form that symphony,
And my melodies can't resist them,
But they fade like the harmonies,
That once explored my mind.
Sorry to bore you,
But i ramble when I'm nervous,
And I'm nervous of what you're probably thinking of me.
I have OCD,
It makes me clingy,
It seeks perfection,
I see no trace of it within,
I know nobody's perfect,
But I at least want to be suitable,
Living maybe more than just adequately,
For myself.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
The tiniest piece of dust
that's us
No more than an iota
"until heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, will pass from the Law" (Mt 5:18)
Our hopes and dreams become anecdotes.
Glittering, sparkling silver particles
dancing freely with an abandonment
not seen since childhood.
Time elopes freely, either quickly or slowly.
Dependant on our experience with it.
Is there substance to time?
Are we it's substance ?
Us, the spots, flecks, mites and motes of humanity?
Time erodes what once was
Law, pain, pleasure, life
We remember items long turned to dust
A scintilla of us remain along with our one
grain of thought, lest we forget, we are just
sparkling dust floating around waiting to land
to be turned into the sands of time.
Shoals of grandiose people
ignoring the sermon on the mount
The mote and the Beam.
We see others but not ourselves
We see dust but do not clean it
We see sunlit motes dancing
But we do not dance for after all
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
—Matthew 7:1-5 KJV
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
The wind elopes with golden leaves,
Forsaking sad and naked trees,
The glade lies still and holds its breath,
As winter steals into its bed.
The sudden touch of icy fingers,
The frosty breath that chills and lingers,
Slows life and sends it off to dream,
As plant and beast lie in wait of spring.
Under a pristine, snowy blanket,
Life slows and slumbers and it dreams,
Hardly a creature stirs the silence,
And frigid stillness reigns supreme.
The snowy veil ebbs and parts, behold:
Warm sun rays loosen winter’s hold!
And life awakens from its slumber,
With renewed zeal and full of wonder.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
In a happening town,
portrayed in a
much awaited book of fiction
an imagined woman
elopes with someone;
a shadowy figure , the inept novelist
shoddily handled.
this character
at one unexpected turn
disappears without a trace.
the female character
aspirant protagonist from chapter one
was reduced to a mere caricature
without any future in fiction.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 5:35 AM UTC
"I swear, the sun rose early today,"
you went a’whisperin’ on the roof.
Hands behind your head watching
orange become blue – I agree.
The lightpost out front shines blue
‘fore horizon eats the sky for keeps.
We pose red tiger lilies in the soil
as the sun elopes with morning.
Garage with an iron stove
and a growing wood stock.
Two beds pushed together.
Yea, these are frosty nights.
Dreamin’ of lilies, leg hairs,
moths and swoopin’ bats,
noses with honest angles,
leg squeezin' that be thigh
squeezin' before dying fires.
Hair’s a bit dry, then damp.
Callouses show guitar string
familiarity. Just as before,
you’re quiet. A sunset
approaches, rarity.
Stoking the fire
until the room
grows cold,
rare and raw
in deed and in action.
Intrepid and convoluted.
Purposeless language so thick
and unable to expression o’makin’!
Non-motion! Unbeauty and polluted flair!
I spit words like curses at the bee-stingin’ burn!
Ain’t been no words like those I spat as his Luckiest Strike
met my forearm. And the pain fades. And my arm crossin’ over his.
I can tell by the look on his face as I take his mark away – No regrets!
Skinny as an ostrich thigh. Hair bristled and wet.
Grass dying under the pressure of bare feet.
No climactic conclusion or sequel to undefeat.
“Take a dip in the ditch right creeping to dawn.”
Spitting into shot glasses
until we both set it straight.
Thunder claps before lightning leaps skyward.
Well-steeped tea makes a brown into tan
into clearest of steam,
filling up the kettle.
How anxious.
So anxious.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
There's a place that I go
back to-
and it's a garden,
filled with flowers
and it's somewhere in the Northwest
where the forest moths and stretching firs
wait quietly for showers
it's there
where Monarchs
gather in
kaleidoscopes
and my densely swollen shadow
next to piercing sun
elopes
There's a place that I go
back to
where the plague of
dreams engulfs me
and it's at the end
of a nestled street
I find a
fever that exults
me.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
She condiments me with comrade memories,
Implant tendencies,
She leaves kisses where they truly do not belong!!
Her conception of life is all not right,
Her rhythm grooves slowly to all close and distant songs!!!
Confessions colorful,
Dark,
No priestess comes with her package!!
Her smell soo beautifully shelled,
Soo anxiously dressed and ravaged!!!
Her composite exposes deep space in Hubble's view,
Distant, so different ,
Her masterpiece complexion always pulls thou through!!!!
Unearthly ecstasy!!!!
She rapture's you,
Captures you to immense pleasurezone clouds!!!
Higher than harping angels,
Elegant elements stuck together all mangled!!
Elevator of eminence!!!
Her elecution elopes me,
Elusive love'lorn,
Skin fragiled,
Easily sunburns!!!!
Patchwork undescribeable,
Redundant rhetoric sparse,
Her lips parched until yours have made their move!!!
No tameness fits her being,
Wild child by night,
Tangible are her meaning's!!!!
Tediously I wait in the temptious incarnate craft,
Waiting,
Waiting on her love!!!!
Her irresistibility!!!
In limbo I stay lienient as only mine own limitations will let me!!!!
Wait a second,
This is all a sanguine hallucination!!!!!
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Creed will breed from seed, a good deed to heed;
But greed like **** feeds as blended needs bleed,
Till hope elopes in lopes for naught to cope
And gropes on worn tightrope whence doubts still mope.
Would faith debate with fate 'fore night's too late,
Or should this date wait and postpone her bait?
God with His words became creations' Lord;
While Moses with rod, as David with sword...
Promises unforeseen, things I've not seen!
Unbelief, unseen; the one sin to win;
Yet these I believe and live to receive,
From Spirit that gives; whom I mustn't grieve.
Faith I hinged on substance of things hoped for;
Evidence of unseen or blur, naught more.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
His breathing grew weak, as his pitter patting feet crushed flattened sheets from the snow.
Straying away from what he knows, he roams into the freezing abode, and elopes with the zeros below.
The time capsul.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
I don't even know what to say anymore about life. I don't know how to put this into words, because the world changes and grows and elopes like a starry-eyed young girl delirious with dreams and young love. Words don't change, whether in print or spoken aloud. No matter how many times you blink it still says "'wars are not for winning ,' Koschei said.'They are for surviving.'" I don't know why Koschei the Deathless would need to stress the importance of survival when he has no issue with survival himself. I don't know.The meanings of words change, and context change, but "The Hollow Men" always ends not with a bang but a whimper. Life goes on, turning and turning like the root structure of a tree, going in circles to avoid bedrock. I read the same old books and dream the same dreams, then whip around in a gust of 6/8 time to discover new books, which grow old again.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
*Her warm spirit elopes with her singing,
Sometimes, to kiss,
Kiss, kiss,
My ear.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sleepless nights
with those repetitive nightmare
All sort of hellish fights
and the way they leave their glare
Heart full of sadness
with the void of erased laughter and memories
Every form of madness
and the horror that will live forever by all the stories
Broken hopes
of LIVING a life
Each millisecond it elopes
with slightest sound of gunshot and the heartless strife
Dangling arrow of constant death
takes away all the courage to survive and strength to stay strong
Counting the remains of life with every breath
while witnessing all the senseless brawl that did all wrong!
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Though silk is upon silk,
foolish people do not understand
that we glide upon each other.
We need not the roughness,
of sand paper elopes.
Fingertips dream upon the other,
never a rainbow drowning,
but guiding me to the love of you.
We are the masculine of each others holdings,
tightly within the softness that
every kiss weaves between our bird nests..
And the song birds do whistle.
We where never ashamed to hold tightly to each other.
For we are both Adam.. and we nibbled on
the rib of the other Adam.
We're all free to love who ever falls within our
heart beat,
no matter who we are.
All love comes from a singular beat,
and you where the rhyme
that fell in to the arms of me.
And together we found our worth.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
As you begin to develop into your own
IT will never leave you alone
The constant darkness the elopes unto you
You keep telling IT "We are through"
You try to get better with IT
Lean to deal with IT
IT will never leave you alone
Not until IT finds a better home
I'm not telling you it will be easy
But one day IT will be gone
I'm telling you this a one who deals with IT
The constant bad thoughts
You're crying out for help
so you think
People try to understand
IT is a burden to talk
I'm tired of IT
**** off IT
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Hail squalls petulantly
against leaded windows,
as down in the midnight garden
unkempt brambles scratch
at cold night winds.
In the abandoned nursery,
where faded draught-blown drapes
brush dusty toy-strewn floorboards,
a broken rocking-horse moves faintly.
Upon a moonlit stage
where innocence long since died,
a legless teddybear stares
at a blind rag-doll.
A ***** harlequin
slumps drunkenly forward;
a crippled spinning-top
rusts beside a scattered jigsaw,
as mocking rhymes echo
insanely down the years.
Crockery elopes with cutlery,
suicidal mice run out of time,
blackbirds die oven-baked,
and the little boy laughs
to see such fun
as Old King Cole
steals your adult soul.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
(Let's sojourn into nightmares...)
She awakes,
To the rays of the ghostly lamp,
Conjured by thirsty thoughts,
Burning to quench...
She became prey to panic,
Fear, screams,
She was fractured,
Into shards of paints...
He; the ghost,
Was an open portal,
Ensorcelled by calls of scoundrels,
Flaming in his mind...
He growls,
Breath of fire kindles his thirst,
Tongue panting,
Ready to devour...
Wicked strokes amidst waterfall,
Melting bullets in bumpy strides,
Bursting fire on energy strings,
And ghost elopes.
Nightmares become daydreams,
In fugacious moments,
And this voyage of madness,
Ends at the shore of regrets.
#El_Magnifico™
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
By now you know
Things don’t go
As you like them to,
The plans you make
Do easily break
Little you can do.
Your morn’s hopes
With the day elopes
Aspirations sink,
Your rosiest thought
Turns to naught
Loses the pink.
The patch of blue
Without a clue
Is painted gray,
The spot of sunlight
Goes out of sight
Before you make hay.
Sudden are the slips
Words from your lips
You don’t mean to,
You pick up a row
Turn a friend foe
Little you can do.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
She drapes her beauty
over a gossamer sleeve
breathes music box melody
through the spindles of dreams
elopes with the stars
and whispers
lavish possibilities
through a cauldron of clouds
she, the whimsy,
midnight Blues fantasy
seeped in gin
drizzled over
my sins
she is madness
and meaning
commingled in
pearlescent
glow
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
Born on the glistening icy slopes
Not waiting a moment, she swiftly elopes
Carrying a slight mischievous gene
Humming away a sweet tune
On dark nights reflecting the moon
She seems like a bubbly teen.
Dancing freely to a secret song
Every moment making her current strong
Enriching the soil to make it fertile
She is a benevolent life bearer
Her destination getting a lot nearer
When she crosses each mile.
Spreading joy everywhere she goes
Treating alike both friends and foes
She finds a way around obstacles
Nothing can beat her determination
She revels in the feeling of elation
Marching forward with a raging pulse.
At last she enters a whole new universe
The ocean meeting the rivers diverse
Like her, they come from distant places
Unlike humans, they are all treated same
Even when they bear a different name
You see, with nature there are no boundaries or marked spaces.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC