"emboldens" poems
Some madness
Helps alleviate
Mind’s burden
From everyday
Travesty
Of the harsh
Illusions of happiness
Insanity
Emboldens the heart
With alacrity
And therein lies
The truth
In the core
Of chaos
Misjudged as
Randomness
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
i was reborn, like a phoenix
but without all the glory.
i didn't set the hospital on fire; i struggled
to pull myself from the ashes
of a former prodigy,
one entwined with madness
in all the right ways
laced with misery like a noir heroine,
so sexily depressing-
whereas now i am just empty
i did not emerge unscathed, no,
not like the fledgling, i
am covered in scars and faultlines from where
the sorrow tried rip itself
from my sorry body
and the crimson glue holding me together
replenishes itself more diluted each time
before i died
i swung through technicolor
episodes of scarlet, rose,
ecstatic white, and the
sapphire blue to haunt my dreams
waking and at night
but the color leached away,
the antiseptic began to pervade, refilled my veins
and purged me of everything but grey.
before my death,
i reigned over the darkness, banished it
when it did not suit me,
manipulated reason, lived in a waking dreamland,
in complete control of my life-
but now, when i am fragile as eggshell,
it's the only place i can hide,
a haven where i can act like the lack of light
masks an imagined vivacity and not a skeleton in flat black and white,
disguises and emboldens me,
allows me to be whole again,
to forget the borders, my limitations
indiscernable in dusk
i used to cast my own light-
now i am my own shadow
and in the dark i fumble for
what i used to be,
reconnect myself with the world
throw myself from the cliff
and hope to find my wings again
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
I am italicized
*We sing and we simmer
Our cosmic tumble tune
Hardly yet wholly
A place without room
Stardust dancing along side our gate
Black hole chancing just beyond our escape*
If that gate can be an escape
An entrance to the unknown world
Fistful of stardust
Blow it to the wind
Let the wind be our guide
Beyond the canvas of our life
Our imagination captured beyond the horizon
*Sunset washes the day clean
Brilliant peach orange blaze
Still left wondering what this all means
I am connected to you
As I am to this tree
Whole and in pieces
Full picture you see
The circle comes round
We dance to it's beat
Evolving masterpieces
Rarely repleat
Fingertips touching
Secrets yielded to soft sigh
Hoping with sore hearts
You'll always feel this high*
In the circle of eternity
The known rhythm is back
In concentric circles
Frenzied steps
Spark that kindles two hearts
Blazing through the night sky
Touch of freedom
Paints the encircled world
Hearts healed with magic potion
Trust emboldens the souls
To soar higher and higher
It’s an eternity
Now, the saga shall continue
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Summer's breath
is a fetid breeze
that leaves me
sweating grievously.
Dull, repetitive driving,
heat draining
all my mental energy
like a seasonal vampire
leaving me uninspired.
Enter the earthy aroma
of someone new,
a refreshing spring water
point of view
a friendly face
with feminine contours.
Though *** is not what matters,
she is novelty
in the form
of a human being.
This thick stultifying summer
becomes less of a ******
with the introduction of new variables
that pull me from
my old terrifying echoes.
A stranger with
unknown stories
emboldens
the previously bored me
to write great poetry again.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Love is all there is: it nurtures the weak,
and will feed the starving. it warms the soul,
emboldens and uninhibits the meek,
It takes broken pieces and makes them whole.
Love is a raft in a turbulent sea,
it’s a shield against a condemning word
and yet from it you can never be free
forever you’ll be trapped like a caged bird.
A lost love can ******* the strongest man,
or it may silence a boisterous voice.
But more often love is a helping hand
that will help guide you to each loving choice.
And when it gets tough it’s what you think of
for that above all else I will take love
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
You Are . . .
the quiet place where my mind likes to rest.
the smile that inspires me to be my best.
the comfort when life’s storms around me blow.
the sunshine and fill me with your glow.
the joy that emboldens me to face the“whys?”
the heartthrob when I see the love in your eyes.
the love that makes life more than it’s ever been.
the voice that speaks “I love you” again and again.
©1998 Michael S. Davis
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
I want to be the voice for those who have not yet found their own
I won’t say I’m better
Or smarter
Because one day I won’t be
You see I’m laying the ground works for a generation facing the liberation of so much more then any know
I want to be the cover story that inspires
The horror story that stirs
The epic that emboldens
Let me be what so many were for me so that one day our words may resonate
Je pense donc je suis
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Night and day, a thrashing
like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me *****
excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously be-numbingly,
aggravatingly assail
mine conscience in
what paltry pale
capacity of this gamboling male,
I can "pay forward,"
whatever means shale
be moost apropos avail
to offset bewail
ling (internal psyche doth ale
hankering) against utter
lifetime (mine) peppered
with emotional, physical
and social destitution
bereft, viz fail
ling to maximize inspiration
reverberating as vibrant detail
lacking even justa minimum
desire to live
(visa vis no way
discover ring, nope nar even
"FAKE" king minuscule appeasement
of my body, mind,
and spirit triage during)
hell...shove (shelve) aside
such gloriously noble benighted role,
amidst upending folktale
re: King Arthur and His Knights
of the Round Table
futilely searching for holy grail
where steadfast conviction
emboldens this heart and hale
spirited mindful,
sincere hard drive spurs
(neigh saying horse
sense of mine)
where ambition saddled
to air (dan sing) quailing,
yen propelling (yours truly),
with sincere humanitarian,
(i.e. blood driven)
philanthropic spiritual zeal,
I tried to unveil,
this reasonably rhyming thumbnail
sketch poetically versatile
within this spurious verse despite
any trials undermining travail
rather mine heart felt genuine
motive fueled by impetus
to contribute within e kale
logi, fizzy hollow gee, humanity,
with integrity, magnanimity,
and quality fervency,
while still adept, adroit,
agile, and alert,
(cuz America needs more lerts
to become great again)
ironically steel tougher than nails,
duh pleating ability dovetail
to bug (or wug) gee wholesale.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Wake up, hot cauterized rot. I found emboldens embossed with the red lit colour of a forgotten world, holding onto leaflets of falsified thought, holding onto entanglements forged in the bowels of saran’s vast vessel timelessly caught in the meanderings of homer as he sweeps his vast oceans of godly oceanic tender towards the shores of a dilapidated Greece, beholden to the gods, bewildered for the rest as Achilles in all his might stumbles before the sand praising its opaque glory as crimson tides wash upon its shores
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Is there a better tradition than Halloween?
When I was a child, cloaked in the velvety darkness,
The night felt like it was crackling with electricity, possibility.
Swapping candy, riding the trailer, being out late on a school night;
I realized from a young age nothing emboldens you like friends and the nighttime.
When I was a freshman in college, I saw Rocky Horror for the first time.
"Creature of the Night" rings in my ears as I
Put on makeup,
Take a swig of *****
Place on the final touches of my costume.
Halloween becomes a blurred vision of masks, laughter, and kisses.
Locking eyes across a room,
I am more alluring as
Daisy Buchanan
Holly Golightly
A fairy
Mary Poppins
Alice in Wonderland.
They're all cute, animated, familiar, warm.
Each day after Halloween is a sickly feeling,
nausea from overindulgence
I will always be emboldened by the night.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
My shell is my home away from reality
Pain the senses on me so I can ascend from worldly pleasures
My psychotic breathing is my only euphoria leaving my lips
tastes of insanity and the will to reach through reality
I relinquish control of the mundane and monotonous
so I may collide with the unknown and be the envy of fear
I am just a power who struggles with beauty and emboldens the ugly
Inside and out
somber drives the blissful inside the dreams when I am awake
with closed eyes I witness the abstract
my heart is going nowhere
stuck in a loveless bind
for once, the mind and body both want to leave
I: the consciousness that which exists in synapses within a singular being
must go to bed
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
And they say when it rains, it pours.
But for me, any rain would do.
You see, alone am I in this drought.
With lonely thoughts of you.
With lonely thoughts of you,
As I stare beyond the pane.
Behind the pain, sorrowed eyes
As drops dance out in the rain
As drops dance out in the rain,
An empty ache swirls within.
The sky emboldens with a boom,
For thoughts are all they've been.
For thoughts are all they've been.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
I long to be out in the rain,
To this fear, I must confess.
To this fear, I must confess.
As I stare on, into the sky.
An empty heart still boldly beats.
Without much reason why.
Without much reason why,
No knock upon my door.
Just the sounds of summer rain.
How I long for something more.
How I long for something more.
If only someone could see.
If the storms could only pass,
And let the sun shine down on me.
Let the sun shine down on me,
For warmth could give me light.
And soften my cindered soul.
In hearts, happiness ignites.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
These last few days, until the moment I see you,
will be quite torturous, yet I am confident I will see it through.
Because I know waiting these few remaining days and hours
will be nothing when I finally lay my eyes on you, my beautiful flower.
When I see you in the flesh and hold you in my embrace,
my heart will glimmer with joy as I nuzzle your gorgeous face.
The woman who awoke old and new passions within me,
and brought forth a love I'm glad to show for all to see.
So, Witty Kitty, Honey Bunny, Darling and dearest Cristi,
I am certain the day we part, that my eyes will be truly misty.
Though this scene has yet to come to pass,
I cannot help but imagine it when I cherish such a wonderful lass,
such as yourself who emboldens me to better man;
and with you behind me, I surely know I can.
I can feel it deep within the recesses of my soul,
that my path through the future is clear now,
to hold you, grow with you, adore you, and love you will forever be my goal.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
Picking up the internal slack
and bring about an inward tension
that emboldens for one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Where wet cheeks, are visible cues
of flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
existing surrenders
and like a sparkled after-rain,
brings a moist crystality
that fills in the cracks
and mends the broken places.
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 12:14 AM UTC
A gentle breeze hardens me
& just a whisper emboldens me
& a single kiss rattles me
& your tender warm touch excites me
& you,
you,
only you,
you take me
to a place
beyond
the concept of love.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
My little Georgia place
Where sun & pine embrace ..
Where the windblown grass borders-
lakes of pure glass ..
Where the morning dew emboldens-
the sylvan view ..
Home of the Wilson's , the Carlisle's-
and the Kuhn's ..
Home of magenta skylines & harvest-
moons ..
Where tacit cattle work summer fields..
Where piedmont farmers toil for their yield ..
Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Every woman who comes forward
Needs to be heard
Although their silence
Might be what’s preferred
By the men who take advantage
Though it rarely occurs
That they might clap back
Despite denials and slurs
Every woman who comes forward
Whatever the time
Has every right to report
A long-ago crime
She’s still entitled to
Drop a dime
In an effort to unmask
The unrepentant slime
Every woman who comes forward
Should be listened to
Although that’s what some men
Are reluctant to do
Let’s face it some men
Are missing a *****
And their behavior
Is the only clue
Every woman who comes forward
Emboldens another
Who wouldn’t be talking
If not for the other
It can be scary
For a certain kind of brother
When faced with the bad news
That he’d like to smother
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
With so many people in this
world I'm confident in saying,
"If you connect with someone
on a soul level, you don't take
them for granted." My soul remembered
her, my heart connected me
with her and she emboldens
my soul to accept the mystery
of her love.
Our souls speak a language that
is beyond human understanding,
a connection so rare the universe
won't let us part. You can make
detours with your mind but you
can't distract the truth from your heart.
The thought of never crossing
your path again is too enormous
to bare, so for now I'll make
dreams in my heart and remind
myself to go and sit and remember
them every once in awhile,
remembering that the bravest of
souls are those who choose love
over and over.
And kindness is a simple way to
tell another's struggling soul that
there is love to be found in this world.
Jon York 2020
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC