"eloping" poems
Angry apes arguing
Odd owls ogling
Extravagant emus eloping
Slimy slugs slithering
Wandering worms wriggling
Jaunty jays jumping
Testy tigers thundering
Grumpy giraffes grazing
All animals amazing
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
Leave me hoping
Let's go eloping
You and I need to render
Can't talk to me
Unless I've got my fender
Leave your track marks
On the table
And you said I wasn't stable
Leave for your love of lust
I thought I could trust
You were just another pawn
I stayed up till dawn
Leave the house at daybreak
Daydreams are awake
Try to keep me by the lake
I will surely make
You understand
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
i heard that
eloping is in.
mind if we?
give it a shot?
i swear
we'd be
happy
satisfied
alone
and very very very
much in love?
whats say?
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 7:48 AM UTC
Our fingers dropped snowballs,
and laced together
in heated pockets.
Our cheeks dusted icy white,
with hot insides
from rich cocoa.
Our eyelashes clutched flurries,
later happy tears
by the fireplace.
Our bodies shiver stripped of clothes,
embrace and cling
under fleecy covers.
Our whispers rose in the cold,
vapored souls eloping
with lover's warmth.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Her hair flutters in the golden light
a lioness
she knows words like chiaroscuro
and chimera
Her eyes, lit by twilight
chase the evening star
from blushing clouds
The sunset, pink and red
inking out our silhouettes,
releases shadows
snaking through the grass
and trees,
eloping with the night
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
Hate feeling..
skin peeling..
world of hurt..
pain so pure..
Scratching nails..
down the walls..
Disrespectful..
unresolved..
feeling scared & suspecting..
drowning ties..
imperfective..
lying vows..
stupid pictures..
pushing me..
a wayward drifter..
let me leave this fake abode..
broken pieces..
left alone
run away..
my deepest yearning..
downward spiral..
slowly burning..
greater trials..
approaching me..
phony manic..
eloping me..
a broken bone..
an ugly scar..
hurting when it rains..
like a former fracture..
the limb will never be the same..
falling off a tree..
I'll run the hurt away..
although encaged in this dilemma..
I know I have to stay..
I recognize the ledge,
but I'll always hold the rope..
For when your balance falters..
I'll be your only hope..
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
A gentle touch as such returned
the canyon walls carved into our fingertips mingle
and try to make sense of the gentle collision
by dancing
to learn eachothers handsteps of course
intertwining limbs before intertwining thoughts
by intertwining thoughts through intertwining limbs
only as intertwined as two outstretched fingertips can be
until they break the gentle waltz
and remain still
figuring whether the dance shall remain slow
or will the heartbeat quicken into a tango
or something new and in-between
holding
releasing
grabbing
eloping
and teasing reciprocation
only to pull back just enough to slowly motion
into a sweet caress
then they chase spatial awareness around every finger print
engulfing every nerve and muscle
every spasm of the hand is nursed by the other
till they can dance again
upon eachothers palms
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
Come,
Find me by the sea
Look prudently,
For I'm not what you perceive..
Am I the wave,
Distant
Ruffled,
A captive of the wind
Or
Am I
Tender,
Rapture,
Eloping with the wind tonight..
Come,
Find me by dawn
Look prudently
For I'm not what you believe
Am I
The distant weary traveller tale
The Tale of endless starry nights..
Or
Am I,
Cupid
Sensuous
Consummating the tangerine sky
Until sunrise..
Come,
Find me by the park.
Look meticulously my love,
For I'm not what I reveal
Am I
The crumbly undusted forgotten bench,
Stained, left to scar.
Or
Am I the blowing leaf
Scaled mountains,
And the parks..
Alluring,
Telling everyone,
How lovable we truly are.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Sailing away on a luxury liner
Packing your bags and eloping to China
Building a castle and digging a moat
These are all things you can't do with a goat
Any assortment of wrapping and bagging
Over the fireplace or under the lagging
In your pyjamas, in Tupperware boxes
These are all places that irritate foxes
An onion, a carrot, a plantain or mango
A tikka kebab and a bottle of tango
A handful of pencils, a flaming baton
These are all things that won't fit in a swan
Pet shops and grocers and stationary suppliers
Takeaways, rivers and all kinds of fires
P&O; cruises, kebab shops, IKEA
These are all places I'm not allowed near...
**
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
**I plant where I dig
Faith is my fig
It might take long
But hope keeps me strong
Might not know where I'm headed
Might even get beheaded
Yet I ain't scared
My heart might be scarred
But I'll keep on hoping
They think my life boring
Cause their champagnes always popping
I talk of someday wedding
They believe in eloping
Yet I won't let that shake me
They got sticks and heavy stones
They ain't gonna break me
Though they might fracture my bones
That will be a hell of delay
But they cannot stop destiny
In the lords army as I pray
Here we've got no mutiny
Some ask me of what importance
Is a God who is invisible
They call it renaisance
Yes, it don't make sense
Though we're immiscible
I try to reach out to them
Try to help them go across
From fatal games
To respecting He who died on their cross
Yes He who rose
Trying to **** out the gross
But they don't understand
That It's hard ground where I stand
And they're drowning holding straws**
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Dames dimeless during durations of
duress, unless uniform wardrobes
in cuneiform earlobes eloping in last
gasps of breath, breathed by an opposite
*** on a raft drafted and crafted by
bureaucrats that sat upon rat traps.
The fat cats gasp under last laughs.
They can yap about the fallen all day
and paid based on grades in a vicious
cycle of buy - sell - trade. They caved in
as Persians sigh at the fading world
hurled beneath convuluted swirls of black pearls.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Before I am out of sight,
Before my contract runs out,
Pay me fully what i sure deserve,
As a way of appreciating my performance ,
Aren't you ashamed of eloping ,
With my small pay?
Why all these fake and evasive explanations.
Bae at hand,
You know very well,
How much I love you,
How much I adore you,
If you intend to love back,
Do it all today,
For my heart needs peace and tranquillity.
My pal of the day,
The Darling of my heart,
Assist me where you can,
Demand my support,
Exhaust my extra efforts,
Where you cannot do alone.
Let all be today.
Teacher there in class,
Tasked to mould the kids future,
Workers of all kind,
All works of life,
Do whatever you are assigned,
To your level best,
Just do it all today.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Sitting, waiting,
Watching the clouds on the brink.
Spilling, dripping onto summer’s green face.
Blemishes, cracks
Weakness shown as they are slowly met by the ground.
Running, leaving
Away from the safe, fluff home.
Scared, chased
By the thunderous roars.
Runaways.
Dodging the light, cutting through the thick hot air
Refugees.
Unwanted, tired
Falling into the unknown,
Down.
Gathered in pools, ****** into glass
Some stand alone
Dripping and sad.
Pitter-patter, no one cares, no one listens
Their cries soothe us back to sleep.
How can we be soothed by billions being force from their homes?
Eloping
Escaping
Carried.
Stolen by the wind and sun
Pounded by the ground,
Homeless, hopeless, lost.
No longer welcome, safe.
Cast from their utopian cloud bliss,
just disregarded ***** tears.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:24 AM UTC
*Not so many moons ago,
You and I in a star-ship
Flitting amongst stars, gallivanting
Whilst remeniscing of moments
Indelible moments trapped in time
Only flying-by, eloping to Elysium
Fancying fair lands
Lands pervaded with flowers
Flowers blooming in perpetuity
Lands with rushing rivers
Rivers serpentining with nector
Lands with novelty sea shores
Shores veiled with diamonds
Lands enveloped by lustrous stars
Stars painting words of desire
Lands with halcyon seas
Seas as smooth as a millpond
Lands where the only air
There is to inhale is love
Lands where love is woven by
A tapestry of truth not lies
Lands where love isn't bought by
Sapphires, Rubies nor Emeralds
Lands where all avenues
Are paved with green and gold
Lands where mountains
Are golden-capped
Distant was the journey
Though at length,
For what seemed a life time,
Our eyes feasted on
And from a distance,
There we gazed about her
In all her splendor
Ravishingly alluring yet resplendent
With all chatoyance
One could ever imagine of
Like any one else would,
At a speed of an eagle
Descending about her prey,
Fervently we gravitated
Only to touch down
Than when the luster about her
Had our vessel*
combusted to ash!
© Kikodinho Alexandros
4th Jun 2016
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Draped am I, across his chest and
with heavy hands, him firmly pressed
to me, in dark rooms; split with light.
Legs are tightened and glazed eyes, bright.
To feel his lips as they swallow my tongue,
above heaving ******* of two so young,
would be transcendent if he were mine
and eloping as lovers in heat, sublime.
A shadowed denizen writhing, elated,
under a favourable mouth falling, sedated.
Grappling, unfastened, vivacious and soft
as against the wall pushed, and held aloft
was I as a body, so virtuous - yet carnal
and was held again with a hunger, infernal.
Again were we guilty in a frenzy so vicious
of a tantalizing ecstasy of resentment so delicious.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Family Secret
An Ice-cream man, with an Ice-cream van
His melodic chimes seem magical and enchanting
the heat waves, a major summer killer
Little children with happy faces make biblical verses
Jump off the pages and come alive
Block to blocks, street to streets
laughter could be heard for miles
There he was sitting on the old stoop
A little freckle face boy.
with eyes of a deep, dark blue
Waiting for God to answer his pray
Poor, little Vincent Maloney
He remember his grandmother harsh words
"Wipe your tears away, and pray in silent
Young Vincent Maloney"
“I pity your mother and I pity her choices,
and most all I pity her
For eloping with the colored man
Barbara Coleman husband
Wipe your nose, and weep no more
Your daddy ain't your daddy
But your daddy doesn’t know
.
Race is not a determinable concept my child.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
All of the sounds;
fading slowly into the background,
the sound of love; _swish,_ only a rush nowadays.
Too many breaking up, down on their feelings
of being down on their luck.
Could make you go, _"what the f..k"_
But I heard they were looking for things
they couldn't find. _Vroom, vroom._
Long trips at night; two kids driving down a hill,
about to live their life. Making out with one hand on the
steering wheel. Stirring their will; with tough love bites
leaving a wheal.
_Mxwah, mxwah._
"Let's just enjoy the thrill,"
following each other's commandments. They both know the drill;
of hanging their clocks, with some time to ****
_Chirp, chirp._
Birds in the early morning of the season;
deep emotions their love has; but they keep on swimming.
_SPLASH!_
"Do you think this feeling will last," she had to ask.
In the relax of paradise; with no memories to
the past. Past the times of counting seconds to finally
meet.
_Tic Toc,_
Waiting by the corner of her house; waiting for him to
pick her off the street. They kiss to greet. _Tss._
They give one on each other's cheek.
_Sip, sip._
Of that strong black coffee at their favourite café,
they've been there a couple of days; and it's become
their favourite place. He licks his lips, "I need to ****
_Vvvvrrr, vvrr, splat. Splash!_
goes the vibrating tap; to give his hands a rinse.
I forgot to mention that baggage of bags under
their eyes. They've been driving all night.
_aauggh,_ he quickly yawns.
Where has the time gone; felt like they've been stuck
listening to the same song.
The envelope message of eloping away from their parents,
they're living so careless. A couple more miles from a
borders freedom. She's breathless; while he's restless.
On the highway, his eyes pull down; and the car pulls
away to the side. _CRASH! BOOM!_
Nobody is left alive. Just the sound of a risky love, and no
sounds of life.
Now all we have is the sound of silence.
_END_
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 2:18 PM UTC
Rachel's there
beside me
on the train;
she's looking
at the scene
passing by.
Her blond hair
flows over
her shoulders
like water;
it catches
my vision
as she turns.
On our way
eloping
from our home
and parents:
her father
my mother;
step brother
step sister.
When will they
realize
we have gone?
Rachel asks.
I ponder,
thinking of
yesterday
when Mother
told me off
coming out
of Rachel's
pink bedroom.
I don't know
what you were
doing there
in Rachel's
pink bedroom,
Mother said,
but I don't
want to see
you in there.
I look at
Rachel's eyes
at how they
stare at me.
I don't know
when they'll know
that we've gone,
but we're here
together
and they're there
without us.
We almost
went further
last evening
than kissing
and holding,
but held back.
But maybe
tonight when
we're alone
in Scotland
in some room,
we'll make love.
The odd man
opposite
Rachel on
the train stares
at us both,
as if he
knew about
our love flight.
I stare at
him until
his dark eyes
look away
and my eyes
meet Rachel's,
and see there
two small men
gazing back
and it's me
in those eyes
which are deep
like wild seas.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Let's drive out to sea
Let's just leave, away from this routine
And those pointless struggles
We'll throw them all away ; come with me.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
*Fear sleeping for with it my ideas might be gone
By either dying or reverting to where they were born
I hold each piece of memory like slides up a microscope
Nursing them tenderly so that they don't lose hope
And I walk my little fingers over my phone screen
While words from all corners of my mind scream
Can't risk the cacophony in my head turning into a maze
'Cause my mental universe is a cow I must always graze
Sleep tries to have her finger pressing my eyes
I fight back because I can't stand watching my good as it dies
Drowning into hours of foolish immobility
Losing a time I could have maximized my ability
So I keep scribbling a pen when I tire of tapping
Satisfying my ***** obsession so it doesn't think about eloping
I think I'm not a poet but an addict to glamourous words
Probably hoping to come across one that will glue the shards
I'm playing with the hand fate's delt and the cards
Can we blame them for soaring when they were given wings,the birds?*,
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Starts in the stomach
works is way up
Enveloping shroud
eloping off with
sensibility
sexuality
senses
gripping onto
wringing anxiety jams
for sale
just shake it all off
and stop worrying so much
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
I let you see me.
Not just my hair and clothes but all of me.
You saw into me and underneath my facade.
My insecurities and scars.
You told me I was perfect.
You're a liar.
How could you take that intimacy and turn it into an instrument of torture?
Did you wake up mean and cruel or maybe I just ignored the signs?
That you were shallow.
And you only cared what your friends thought.
You're a liar.
You wove beautiful fantasies of you and I eloping.
You told me I was in line with your destiny,
You were open and persuasive,
I fell for every bit of it.
I forgot.
That you're a liar.
I thought you had more to offer,
A life of happiness together.
But you're all wrong for me,
Someone else's model trying to make me into something less than I am.
I should never have tried.
Cause you're a liar.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Must have seen you in a field,
the trampled grass your bed,
your eyes fixed on the sky,
and the sky hanging on blooming fire
and leaves of ashes eloping with autumn–tainted summer.
You didn’t stir,
if not for the fence time drove into the paper soil in between us the song of chaos will probably sing it’s ominous song in my ears.
Not an inch, did you move.
Your thoughts might have been that of your mama, on her porch steps for the hundreds of dinner that waited cold for you that year.
Your papa must have passed a ball to a glove without a hand to hold it up.
Your dear Anna must have been trembling as her heart skipped a beat reading letters written open-endedly.
The hills around you stood mortally wounded, weeping for their trees, still you slept in between those pages while your home collected dust on the shelves that so few of us care to visit.
Still your eyes were fixed on the sky. Unmoved by clouds. Unperturbed by dying sunshine. Shards and shrapnel of ideas burrowing deeper. I knew your lips wanted to part and utter wilting words,perhaps the heaviest word to bear—goodbye.
War has always been indifferent to life.
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 11:35 PM UTC