"emboss" poems
The proudest thing I think I've ever done,
Such artistry, such skill I have attained!
The semi-glaze reflecting of the sun,
The richness of the blue, so lightly stained;
So perfect is the pointed pouring spout
That sits upon a rim of gold emboss,
And proudly do the handles both stick out,
Exquisite is the painted Celtic cross;
I toiled and slaved for oh so many years,
My fingers ever wet and moist with clay,
But now at last I'm free of all the fears
And doubts that clouded me until this day;
I know you'll all be very pleased for me,
So thanks, my friends, on Hello Pottery!
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Following her or her kin is death,
A promise of satisfaction and power,
Allure in her scent which no man knows not.
A winding trail downwards,
to summit back is a task olympic.
Lies and power she feeds to all men,
Until the breaking point, reached, lies his decision.
A continuance of relations would strip him of his name,
but re-emboss “hers” on top.
With “hers” comes pleasure and failure,
intricately interwoven so failure lies beneath the shine of her promises.
Her trap’s success now laid,
the old magic forces her to reveal the third option:
To chose not hers or his own but the name of creator.
With it comes grace, with it reprimanding, with it fullness.
When choosing this name he sees her facade falter,
Her caresses and lips, retrospectfully viewed reveal carcasses and absinthe.
Turning from the fruit and choosing the blood.
Covered in it, he is king.
He has power,
he has a name,
he has a future,
he is conqueror because of Him.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
Nary a Pence or a Finger across
Shall breach your Fine Dogs to communicate
Even your Frog - with its Webbed Feet emboss
Finds it easy your Dives to replicate
That which - if analysed - makes you Mundane
Par-Level with those admit to Conceit
Yet - breathe deeper - such Act parleys to Bane
Browning our Hearts to this needed Deceit
Sighs! Either whose Mouth this Meaning depend
Be the Cockhold Male or Gorgeous Female
We all could guess - whose Tweet you will re-send,
Whose Days would Season or whose Hours go Stale.
Fancy this Talent, shall Mercy redeem
Spread your Neighbourhood; And all that it seems.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Pained Change
Blades of grass
Dunes of sand
Hope seems crass
Lost western land
Venture was always
The great pleasure
Mountain, desert spillway
Heartfelt must giveaway
Thrills and stills
Break up time
You’re the chime
Every mood known
Body soul rings
Outward it sings
Treasures now blown
Flat turgid bands
Constricted lifeless stands
Prairie poverty endless
Vistas are beguiling
Nothing enlarges loss
Sea’s beauty emboss
Will ever haunt
Expectation endless searching
The soul taunt
It feeds silently
Body nourished plentifully
Mindless without resources
The spirit dutifully
A lost observer
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
There are jungles
that need watering.
There are moments
that need capturing.
There are poems
that need writing
and while that is so,
there can be no rest for
he who dreams.
He who dares make meaning
in a world with none.
Who, when all has been said and done,
has the audacity
to say and do more.
He who whittles away
a single aspen-wood branch
into a paddle
that he can use to row himself through **** creek
each and every time he ends up there.
Austerity is standard fare
in an economy built on foundations
that accepts truth
like a ration of which there will always
be a short supply.
He who dreams will be beaten
to the point of defeat,
but he will make the decision
to cross it or not.
To emboss his failure
on his forehead forever more
or to fight the good fight
whatever anyone has in store.
He who dreams does not sleep,
he creates Zs only with his pen
which will punctuate the leaps
between now and then,
when then becomes now
and now becomes 'time to go'
once again.
But he leaves only in spirit,
with his body left behind
not granted wings to follow...
instead left earthbound to swallow
the cold medicine
of reality.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I want to emboss myself upon you.
I want to press the pencil, nay, ink pen
of myself so strongly against you that
when you flip the page and trace your fingers across your soul
you feel Me.
I want the same for myself,
Whoever you may be.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Time still turning around the clock
Ever so violently, scream at me some more
You never bother to stop
Or even emboss the impossibility
Of the negativity that they desire
To keep on achieving
Brand new human stains on the rug
They constantly mean mug us
As shoulders pass and touch
Reaching arms and fingers to find
The unusual line inside my fragile mind
Suppose that there was such a meaning
Behind this page or sometime before today
The words – I just can’t seem to grasp
The beeping sentences come from the erasers dust
Taking you away from me, my love
Moon mail, no mail, no male figure form
Only the hollow, shadowy figures home
Repeating his emotions and sad tones
******** ******** and more ********
Speak again . . . say the word again
A word, again will change him and then
It could change me from what I see
Or would it be my utter insanity?
I believe that if you know it
Then there is no need to prove it
It bleeds through your words
It shines when you curse
Aloud. . .
The faster I live, the faster I’ll die
To be forever freed from this wicked life. . .
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Oh what such loss in joy developed here?
For you, maiden fair, I must give such pause
As to delay the drought of every tear.
May strength in words and worship in my clause
Prolong the beauty of such righteous muse
May the cosmos weep, for this violent loss
Of such that is what they cannot refuse
And so this term of sadness must emboss-
The gentleness now rakes my heart so raw
That I must steal away from dimming light
My strength alone cannot keep closed the maw
Mine own retreat can’t keep her in my sight
Athena’s own daughter of wisdom may
Have found new meaning for her eyes of grey.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Don't be afraid to put your hands on me.
I want to feel the tracing trails of your fingertips
Traveling
To all my sacred landmarks.
A private tour for just your palms to see;
Let me guide you.
Read the rise and fall of my heart with the deep smooth grooves of your
Heart line.
If you were a blind man, how would you picture me?
Sculpt me.
Roam my entire presence with just the
Essence
Of your hands.
Emboss every feature; Figure every swerve,
Untwist every turn; Ride every curve:
This, Is how I Wish, You, To Touch me.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:55 PM UTC
“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind:
His or her heart and soul to forever find!
Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds
To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides
Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds!
Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides!
In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds
Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands”
A kiss is a stamp of love
To feel your breath warmth in mine
An emboss, an assurance of love
Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight
Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal
Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other
The beauty and peace of your voice
Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever
Is an indelible engrave of our love
Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul
Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears
A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart
To hear the heart beat of your heart
In the strong embraces of your arms
It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever!
An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever
To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows
To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations
Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love
You are mine, there is no way I will let you go!
I will fight for you, I will care for you!
I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever
I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents
Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct
We will watch the earth form and deform together
Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever
Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever
When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade
When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter
And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella
When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares
I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure
When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth
When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody
And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods
To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart
In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust!
Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
*Behind her veil'd facade
she writes her memoirs
enticing nectar'd touches of a woman
pickled with tartness & zest of a wanton need
closes her eyes when she takes her quill
upon her honey'd *******
scripts love letters of a past sinful lust,
seasoned times she can reminisce
in her foolish head she had a dream,
blinded by desire, was never meant to be,
in her rush to be discreet
her scarlet letters smear'd
emboss'd her mark upon raised braille
despair'd should anyone find her
true heart's intentions,
one final evanescent indulgence
of a poison pen'd sleeping beauty*
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
Poetry is a sublime art form and can be used to get a message across
of things that sometimes have or need to be said by words to emboss.
Poetical verses then are groups of lines written in a certain style or metre
of various lengths and rhythm which are often like a stage set in a theatre.
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
As I walk down the memory lane,
In search of the voices in my head.
All I perceive is an endless pain,
The verses you have bled.
The verses of a broken dove,
The verses of true love,
The verses of some shrine,
The verses of decline.
The desolation of your bliss,
The laughter that you miss.
The grief in your eyes,
The promises and the lies.
Of all the gracious deeds,
Is it here a tender heart leads ?
If this is what you deserved,
No justice will ever be served.
No drops will ever descend.
No hearts will ever mend.
No bird could ever trill,
Not even at her will.
You deserve to be loved,
You're meant to be adored.
The most exquisite of all,
A noblemen's brawl.
At times I crave,
Amidst my mind's conclave.
To hold you in my arms,
Keep you from the harms.
Far away we shall afloat,
Far from the letters they wrote.
Bereft of these endless nights,
Far from this certain blight.
Yet we cannot flow much further,
For I see the tides have changed.
A lady as broken as you were,
Grew stronger when estranged.
I witnessed what it took you,
To be yourself devoid of his gloss.
To forsake the ashes of a foul love,
To adore yourself you now emboss.
How shall I escape this plight,
How shall I soke you in my rain ?
Do I have a right,
To leave you vulnerable again ?
Shall I be joyous,
For you found your long lost shine.
Or shall I be in despair,
For you'll never be mine.
If only I'd have met you before,
If nothing more than this I could've swore,
You would've loved me too,
If only I could love you.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Only in Time mattered this Scroll shall Close
And finally Dot this Sought-Painful Book
On your Decide where your Heart will Emboss
That One Final Joy who'll Smoothen your Look
And by Golly how such Happiness fulfill
Clasping your hand under that Sanctified Dress
Then ****** those Groupies oft on their Will
Pray this Soft Tragedy in their Digress
So then - Creed or Race - Influence your Choice
For Mum and two happy Brothers expect
To carry their Blood; Which Blood be their Voice
To succumb Tradition by Circumspect.
Fourteen-Lined Girls cry; Yet cry in Best Cheer
Knowing such News be your Craving to hear.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
You're just the perfect shade of yellow
that made the blues of my sky emboss
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
a dogma
that inter-
nuncio drew
sultry where
gotham despite
arms was
proctor of
circle that
could emboss
pathos in
guise of
rouge that
flew in
grace still
an alkaloid
with quantum
effect beyond
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Death of a Monster
The gargoyle of Suffering, having gorged on my defeat,
rages when I am found silenced.
Feelings drowned, thoughts incomplete,
intentions unknown, still intense,
now what shall the gargoyle eat?
When the sun deprived the hours last,
fistclaw fates had taken hold;
hatred’s was the only shadow cast,
growing tired of getting old.
Frozen, becalmed, dispassionate,
emotions wilted at my feet;
with grief lined passageways collapsing,
where shall the monster eat?
An empty shell of reasoning
borderline of being alive;
teeth of night have picked me clean,
how shall the fiend survive?
In a Father's peace, let time emboss the sage in me,
confusion dissolved.
Pale away this wires-crossed image of me
around which such sorrow revolves.
Cast iron mind once time defined as intellectual;
insight arriving too late;
long suffering is over, it is not yours anymore;
leave the monster to his fate.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Write me in your arteries
That any time your heart pumps
With Oxygenated blood to your body
I will always be widely spread and read
Engrave me in your veins
That every time your veins returns
With Deoxygenated blood to your heart
It will always return with me to your chambers
To be nourished and there eternally entombed
Pollute with me your airs that anytime you draws in
Your lungs are smelly with frankincense of me
Your diaphragm is deflated with fragrances of me
You pharynx is perfumed with scents of me
Your larynx is lavished with incenses of me
Your bronchus is covered with colognes of me
Hold me in your eyesight; reflect with me in your retinas
Carry me in your optical nerves; memorize me in your medulla
Beautiful as a final song that never ever ends, as a moment unforgettable
Emboss me in your emotions; share me in your thoughts and dreams
Have me always in your feelings like a fantasy, an ecstasy memorable
Let your vivid visions always be with a copy of my mirage, image of me
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
Besides me there's a charming figure
Who makes my spirit feel brazen, bigger
I don't know from whence this soul came
But for its presence my own feels brewed, aflame
Paths that cross on Heart emboss
A truth that soars like albatross
My morbid mind is struck and sparked
By piercing way their spirit harked
Each word knells and impresses
But deep down I have sharp perceived
The rankest thing they have believed
Constructing of me a shallow image
No suasion to show them it's a mirage
The rumour's rife, it can't be helped
To be given that X I could have yelped
They regretfully think the tragedy is me
When it's that they wallow in falsity
And think they have me scalped
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Would you dare and would you dream,
Where lucid streams of beams beget,
The truth of what can truly be,
Which inspires us with its astonishing gleam.
Paths that cross on Heart emboss,
The soul with fragile lines of poetry,
Mercy, pity, therein we are free,
Two truths that soar divine like albatross.
Be our blessings so: what's mine is yours,
Be our time bold, bloated with magic,
So that our journey be epic, mythic,
As flutterby moments yield to a multitude of hours.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Time blessed me yesterday. I saw you
Open up your eyes under shutters at the rise.
Don’t let me forget to fall
Each and every day;
Say truly what it means for two to stay.
Even on our days of Blue,
Roses of Red surround you.
Voices so soft can sound a song so loud. Yet
Evanescent are the slips that separate true lips.
Today I see you gleaming.
Happy! Two and one.
Every moment here is so much fun.
Before I let new moons make a memory,
Emboss me one more time, ever mannerly.
Slide down beside me, enticed by niceties.
There’s nowhere else I’d ever rather be.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 5:43 AM UTC
I love you, with faith that does sustain,
My heart shall love you, resisting the strain.
Forever I'll yearn for love's sweet refrain,
But will you love me, against nature's grain?
Humans are said to be made from forgetting,
Tell me you'll love me, no room for regretting.
Remember you hold water, while I'm thirsting,
Do not dismay, my heart is only bursting.
If you know your way, remember I'm lost,
If my love you're unsure of, listen to love's cost.
Know near or far, my love will emboss,
My life and existence, love's eternal gloss.
Have mercy on me, softer than time's trend,
Remember my love, but time's not a friend.
Look around, my love in every bend,
Clear as the sun, even to the blind, it sends.
My love for you, needs no proof or test,
Stay close, my dear, don't stray from my nest.
Do you want my heart, once bright, now stressed?
My love brightens worlds, brings joy, and zest.
Don't push me away, to the depths of despair,
Distance from you, the harshest affair.
Before you, love's taste was rare,
Don't be surprised, my love's fire flares.
You've taught my heart, forgiveness and grace,
Don't hesitate, in my heart, find your place.
The time is now, don't let it race,
Settle in, beloved, love's embrace.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 8:11 AM UTC
Life is full of surprises, empty and filled, life,
He is like colorful music, but also as a sharp knife,
The shepherd keeps the sheep in the hill and plays the fife,
He admires the sun and dreams of his wife.
Life is a strong fight. Everyone has his own way,
Who will fit me in my way,
Today or tomorrow I will find a bay,
Life is just a quick game.
I know that I can and I can say, Yes, one day,
all of us, God puts on temptation,
But never to those for which we did not get up
. There is neither yeserday nor tomorrow,
There is only today, and today it is far from us,
We must make the first sway,
In life there is no replay,
We stand at the doorway,
and let's try to create our Happy day.
Life gives you destany,
do not forget who you are and your identity.
Some things are brevity,
We all born and die,
For that we know, that we are sure
they are not lies.
Life gives our eyes,
that we can make the difference between truth and lies.
It takes effort, something to devise,
Alone or with allies,
Sometimes you have to be with spies,
Act just and wisely, You will receive your prize,
And it's materieze.
Life is the sun that shines through the day,
the moon that flashes at night,
It will constantly intimidate you,
always afright, if you need a meteorite.
Be a knight,
a fighter and a tiger,
an insider, strong writer,
unique and mystic.
Life creates warriors,
There is always a heavy barrier,
You are sometimes a worrierr.
Everyone carries his own cross,
We all go once across,
We dream dreams of glass, how we emboss,
And we have wings like Albatross.
Life is full of obstacles,
a strange song, a long game,
Quick as a summer windy flame.
We have to have a aim,
Life created pain and faith,
and sweet fame,
But in the end,
everything is down to the same.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
wrap my bones in soothing silk
and see what unfolds
at the height of
a beating drum and beading sunlight,
of crisp April air and sparkling starlight
and emboss my world with
the richest of senses
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
I walked into the room and found an old tattered book
sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held
On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden
and as I read the title, I came to understand my sister's creed
"Heaven Open To Souls" was the fine print on the spine
it made me drop a salty tear to see her favorite braille
A book of poetry that held all the bible truths of death
explaining how souls flew forth, from earth to heaven
Evoking summers of our childhood readings on the porch
I recalled her big sister smile and my youngling yawn of old
Ann would tuck the little book inside her sweater and say,
"eight fingers to touch my heaven and two for kissing you"
But then one day she got leukemia and she soared away
dad was breaking up in two so I showed him what to do
sit by the porch emboss to her the words , I love you...
but it was not his memory but mine and oh how he knew
so the next day he left it on my bed, for me to treasure find
he knew that I had eyes to see but Ann, she was born blind.
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC