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"endears" poems
i love you, fresh from the shower. glistening and wet, smelling of aftershave. "coolwater" by davidoff. often aslo sandlewood, goat soap, from the local farmers markets. i love you, dressed up smart. in a brook's brother's way dress pants and shirt, blue linen vest. johnny walker silk bow tie, untied is best. then your twist, (not as original as you think) converse skaties, no socks and bone bleached cuffs, turned up. i love you, in your work gear. just come home, you smell of sweat. clean and healthy, always wood shavings caught up, in your unruly shaggy hair. cargo shorts and t-shirts, that have seen, many days of worksite wear. size elevens in your hands, those big feet and freaky toes bare, ******* in the air. i love you, in board shorts and rashie. rushing into the surf, hand in hand. with the energetic bundle of love, to which we gave birth. it is not as though, clothes made this man, but boyohboy, you, frame them well. it s the heart, the chuckle the hands, the philosphy, the clever, erudite, caveman, the downright, man-dumb bloke. that endears, your heart to mine. it is, that you really listen and take the time, to make me feel and be, phenomenal, wise, sensual and beautiful beside. i love you, best, in my bed. moving slow and sure, undressed, silk and velvet. as we express, the reality of our love and whisper words, well known, and cry to heaven above. i love you, then, here, now and eons on. even after the worlds memory of us, is nothing, dust upon the breeze our love, will carry, forth stardust on heaven's winds and cries of our love and ecstasy will birth worlds anew
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
wood shavings, freaky toes & stardust
i love you, fresh from the shower. glistening and wet, smelling of aftershave. "coolwater" by davidoff. often aslo sandlewood, goat soap, from the local farmers markets. i love you, dressed up smart. in a brook's brother's way dress pants and shirt, blue linen vest. johnny walker silk bow tie, untied is best. then your twist, (not as original as you think) converse skaties, no socks and bone bleached cuffs, turned up. i love you, in your work gear. just come home, you smell of sweat. clean and healthy, always wood shavings caught up, in your unruly shaggy hair. cargo shorts and t-shirts, that have seen, many days of worksite wear. size elevens in your hands, those big feet and freaky toes bare, ******* in the air. i love you, in board shorts and rashie. rushing into the surf, hand in hand. with the energetic bundle of love, to which we gave birth. it is not as though, clothes made this man, but boyohboy, you, frame them well. it s the heart, the chuckle the hands, the philosphy, the clever, erudite, caveman, the downright, man-dumb bloke. that endears, your heart to mine. it is, that you really listen and take the time, to make me feel and be, phenomenal, wise, sensual and beautiful beside. i love you, best, in my bed. moving slow and sure, undressed, silk and velvet. as we express, the reality of our love and whisper words, well known, and cry to heaven above. i love you, then, here, now and eons on. even after the worlds memory of us, is nothing, dust upon the breeze our love, will carry, forth stardust on heaven's winds and cries of our love and ecstasy will birth worlds anew
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So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh young faces that once clove In that most fiery dawn of love. We wandered to and fro, Who knew not how to woo, Those eighteen years ago, Sweetheart, when I and you Exchanged high vows in heaven's sight That scarce survived a summer's night. What scourge smote from the stars What madness from the moon? That night we broke the bars Was quintessential June, When you and I beneath the trees Bartered our bold virginities. Eighteen -years, months, or hours? Time is a tyrant's toy! Eternal are the flowers! We are but girl and boy Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night As it had never left the light! For fiercer from the South Still flames your cruel hair, And Trojan Helen's mouth Still not so ripe and rare As Helena's -nor love nor youth So leaps with lust or thrills with truth. Helena, still we hold Flesh firmer, still we mix Black hair with hair as gold. Life has but served to fix Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue, And who loves once is always young. The stars are still the same; The changeful moon endures; Come without fear or shame, And draw my mouth to yours! Youth fails, however flesh be fain; Manhood and womanhood attain. Life is a string of pearls, And you the first I strung. You left -first flower of girls! - Life lyric on my tongue, An indefatigable dance, An inexhaustible romance! Blush of love's dawn, bright bud That bloomed for my delight, First blossom of my blood, Burn in that blood to-night! Helena, Helena, fiercely fresh, Your flesh flies fervent to my flesh. What sage can dare impugn Man's immortality? Our godhead swims, immune From death and destiny. Ignored the bubble in the flow Of love eighteen short years ago! Time -I embrace all time As my arm rings your waist. Space -you surpass, sublime, As, taking me, we taste Omnipotence, sense slaying sense, Soul slaying soul, omniscience.
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Boo to Buddha
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh young faces that once clove In that most fiery dawn of love. We wandered to and fro, Who knew not how to woo, Those eighteen years ago, Sweetheart, when I and you Exchanged high vows in heaven's sight That scarce survived a summer's night. What scourge smote from the stars What madness from the moon? That night we broke the bars Was quintessential June, When you and I beneath the trees Bartered our bold virginities. Eighteen -years, months, or hours? Time is a tyrant's toy! Eternal are the flowers! We are but girl and boy Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night As it had never left the light! For fiercer from the South Still flames your cruel hair, And Trojan Helen's mouth Still not so ripe and rare As Helena's -nor love nor youth So leaps with lust or thrills with truth. Helena, still we hold Flesh firmer, still we mix Black hair with hair as gold. Life has but served to fix Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue, And who loves once is always young. The stars are still the same; The changeful moon endures; Come without fear or shame, And draw my mouth to yours! Youth fails, however flesh be fain; Manhood and womanhood attain. Life is a string of pearls, And you the first I strung. You left -first flower of girls! - Life lyric on my tongue, An indefatigable dance, An inexhaustible romance! Blush of love's dawn, bright bud That bloomed for my delight, First blossom of my blood, Burn in that blood to-night! Helena, Helena, fiercely fresh, Your flesh flies fervent to my flesh. What sage can dare impugn Man's immortality? Our godhead swims, immune From death and destiny. Ignored the bubble in the flow Of love eighteen short years ago! Time -I embrace all time As my arm rings your waist. Space -you surpass, sublime, As, taking me, we taste Omnipotence, sense slaying sense, Soul slaying soul, omniscience.
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Your beauty touches of a stars heavenly radiance For in your face is captured their celestial glow In blissful pools of endless starlight splashing And I alone my love will always deeply know The value of your beautifully enchanting eyes Which securely hold in bond my heart each day In a powerless confinement of cupids sweet adore Where my love easily grows in an abounding way For deep in my dreams I have always sought Your heart's love which daily endears my mind For it has always been my heart's fervent desire To of your sweet love belong an infinite time For to serve the daily needs of your lovely heart Each day leaves my face with an enthralling glow Knowing I will never have a single desire to depart Those beautifully enchanting eyes who love me so.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Enchanting Eyes
The Sun shines on my computer Creating a protective glare But night comes like an intruder At pictures I begin to stare After I view their portrait online I want to see their body on mine We talk all night Until I see the light That they're not that bright Or that they like to fight Desperation swirls I enter a world Where the randomness of human interaction Meets the randomness of my attraction And the low visibility Endears no civility Will I spend infinity In this digital city? The creatures try to hide They scatter in the distance They're not hard to find When their profiles leave imprints But the parasites are quick And the scavengers stick Vultures fly from iPad to iPhone Leeches try to make my pad their home Devouring me until I'm bad to the bone Like the solicitous predators Who act like creditors And the sly foxes Who claim they're locksmiths They all have claws and fangs They're all just jaws with brains I play possum Until I've lost them When monsters are made from loneliness They try to trick me with phoniness They feel I wouldn't want us to be together And they're probably right Because all I want is to spend forever In love's divine light Nocturnal animals just want the meal Of my motion They don't want to honestly feel My devotion In the wild I am a child The creatures cut deep They make me weep Until I choose to sleep But when I avoid their glance I avoid love's chance
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
Creatures
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise— As Flavors—cheer ******** Guests With Banquettings to be— So Spices—stimulate the time Till my small Library— It may be Wilderness—without— Far feet of failing Men— But Holiday—excludes the night— And it is Bells—within— I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf— Their Countenances Kid Enamor—in Prospective— And satisfy—obtained—
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Unto my Books—so good to turn
Slightly built, yet robust, not frail, a daily jogger by choice, shape conscious, proud- about keeping the weight in check, all these years, articulates her feelings well but, not the argumentative type, this facet endears her to all, keeps her Indian mind agile, which reflects in her awareness of eternity than here and now. Takes oil bath twice a day, in keeping with the true Malayalee spirit, never a river in spate, yet forceful and gushing in making heard her opinions for others to consider, from the first day of marriage, unlike the demure Indian women. None would doubt her might that transcends the limits of material and physical, hidden power sources are tapped at will, cites her matrilineal heritage, that stems form a long line of matriarchal grandmothers. I can't imagine a day passing our premises without she giving permission, putting her signature, all over each passing hour, though we never keep a formal register for that. Aren't we three, auxiliaries, the boys and I in the orchestra named after this inveterate conductor? Sweet to the core, but if needed could be pungent, never erupts or go wild, Smile is disarmingly gentle, yet that firm answer, needed at the right time, is never delayed. Two adoring eyes flutter, pledging support, they never let me down, day or night. a hand that gently touches, me with the  fingers of reality. when I dream in day or night.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
Anchor woman
Butterflies do stammer on first dates. Thinking of what, What to say. My head rambles. My breath abates. My voice scrambles. My face straight. I throw smiles of my youth Tell stories wide and bright My subtle lies of clean truth With utter hopes to placate My eyes dart, my breath aghast This moment to be of our future's past This moment to be of our first date. We meet We greet We hide our anxiety Wading through tension Behind smiles and drinks We tread lightly With humorous winks Passing off stories of our past Sitting composed at full attention I listen intently But you catch me stare Hmmm, with each soft word We calm the air. Anticipating discovery I peek into you. Opening myself To reveal what's new. You smile freely Clenching fingers tight Butterflies take flight. Hoping what might You peek into me Saying no to what could be. My head disappears. My eyes dream. My shiny veneer Begins to hear. A flutter begins flight As I seek your light. My chest slowly warms To glows of moonbeams. My heart slowly endears As I faintly hear My butterfly's subtle screams. We attract hints of passion By sharing what's true. For all this fragile effort I hope for date number two.
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
Subtle lies of butterflies.
She didn’t just love his chubby cheeks She loved every bit of him― From his round eyes to his button-like nose And his plump lips that form a dulcet smile She didn’t just love his winsomeness She loved every side of him― From his enthusiasm to his warmth And his soft heart that endears her She didn’t just love it when he sings She loved every sound he makes― From his humorous screams to his sweet whispers And his laughter that puts her heart into ecstasy And just like that, She didn’t just love those parts; She loved him whole
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
She Loved Him Whole
the girl in room five fifteen the royal roach motel sitting with her box of crackers in the setting sun most of the time shes focused on the path to the next drama free dream but tonight shes putting on that red dress and fixing up a confused face to put on and picking up the keys to the kingdom she strolls out the door and up on  the avenue shes a smile to thouse she endears shes a shadow to thouse who dont remember the first lesson of the road you cant succeed till you have utterly failed so i play her a soft song cause i know it must hurt to be on that bitter betrayal with no way home she toils into the night hunched over the table to create a boxer to fight her demons for her she makes him out of cardboard and pictures pasted from magazines but she is quick to judge and kicks him out before he can say a word so he sits quietly at the greyhound station and crumbles slowly into his pretend memories the girl in fife fifteen royal roach motel up on colorado boulevard eating her crackers in the setting sun waiting for her prince to rescue her but he caught a train and now hes in the california mountains trying to be a better hippy she knows she has nothing left but the crackers and the setting sun i think thats a terrible way to live but im not the one looking for perfection in the baubles from the gutters of colfax avenue so glad left all that misery behind goodnight my spanish bride of the winter fare thee well hope you find your kingdom
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
girl in room five fifteen
It's a cool place to meet. 25 cent wings. Nice, tiny booths Lit by tiny electric lamps In the guise of candles, That give everything a nice, golden glow. It's a Corona light, And Corona-colored light always makes me feel at ease. She pulls up in a silver acura. Gets out of the car and I can see her *** from the front of her as she syrups over. She’s got on a Black tanktop; black bra straps showing against white-pink puerto rican skin all while holding up those veritable C's. Her hips burst against a long, beige d r e s s, and I'm wanting to slide my hands all the way up her shirt to that black bra, and snap it off. We have conversations about feeling older than eighteen and twenty-one respectively. Our lips are saucy and oily. Tiny chicken scraps can be felt in our teeth. "I just started reading Starship Troopers." "Yea, I love that movie." I've never seen the movie, but it endears her to me that she loves it. "Do you have any plans?" "Plans?" "After college?" I plan on finishing my wings before you, then I'm hoping you'll let me hold your **** "Not yet." "You know I've read some of your poetry." "What do you think?" "I like it," She smirks, uncomfortably. She ladles a wing in a slick of sauce. "Truthfully, it was too much for me, you really shouldn't talk about things like that." She brings the wing to her lips and smacks it down with a loud ******* noise of a working, pink tongue. I’ve wanted to hold her **** ever since I met her. Now I’m lost. Because she’s got black eyes and I’m not even thinking about her **** or her bra. I start thinking about how white her teeth are, and how much two people can never know about each other.
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC
Meeting Places.
It's a cool place to meet. 25 cent wings. Nice, tiny booths Lit by tiny electric lamps In the guise of candles, That give everything a nice, golden glow. It's a Corona light, And Corona-colored light always makes me feel at ease. She pulls up in a silver acura. Gets out of the car and I can see her *** from the front of her as she syrups over. She’s got on a Black tanktop; black bra straps showing against white-pink puerto rican skin all while holding up those veritable C's. Her hips burst against a long, beige d r e s s, and I'm wanting to slide my hands all the way up her shirt to that black bra, and snap it off. We have conversations about feeling older than eighteen and twenty-one respectively. Our lips are saucy and oily. Tiny chicken scraps can be felt in our teeth. "I just started reading Starship Troopers." "Yea, I love that movie." I've never seen the movie, but it endears her to me that she loves it. "Do you have any plans?" "Plans?" "After college?" I plan on finishing my wings before you, then I'm hoping you'll let me hold your **** "Not yet." "You know I've read some of your poetry." "What do you think?" "I like it," She smirks, uncomfortably. She ladles a wing in a slick of sauce. "Truthfully, it was too much for me, you really shouldn't talk about things like that." She brings the wing to her lips and smacks it down with a loud ******* noise of a working, pink tongue. I’ve wanted to hold her **** ever since I met her. Now I’m lost. Because she’s got black eyes and I’m not even thinking about her **** or her bra. I start thinking about how white her teeth are, and how much two people can never know about each other.
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We all joined the party as friends But the moment we were invited We started being divided Our agency we lose To words heard in pews Or shouted on the news My once loyal glance Becomes a soiled trance As we put pettiness on the pedestal And yearn to meddle in the petals Of the roses that were frozen For the sake of the chosen By fate To be the life of the event But when strife is their intent I find myself incensed With problems I invent My faults won't relent My incessant repentance Falls on deaf ears Contempt it endears But if we followed those apologies Discoveries would be made That'd somehow effect friendships And their limits would be endless But this party has a temptress Wearing shiny things Like expensive gold rings We lust for the material Forgetting the ethereal Love becomes imperial As we try to conquer each other With kisses that feel like punches And punches that feel like kisses We want to break out of our solitude attendance And our validation relies on another's dependence When the music at the party Is constant Creating a craving for company But the noises of social interaction Never matched the beauty of the music As life is weighed down by banality We look to it's finality And wonder if the party could've been different Without the nuisance of the Devil's imprint Last night I had a dream about you We were at an event Kissing passionately And just as I was about to go down on you You looked away And saw other people watching You pushed me away instinctively And as you looked down at me I could see the love of my only friend Disappear behind an expression between disgust and pity Right before I witnessed our friendship vanish completely I woke up Next to a cell phone Conveying your invitation to an event Unaware of the nightmare event I just attended with you Unaware of all the other slumber parties we've been to Unaware every moment I spend with you is the event
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Event
We all joined the party as friends But the moment we were invited We started being divided Our agency we lose To words heard in pews Or shouted on the news My once loyal glance Becomes a soiled trance As we put pettiness on the pedestal And yearn to meddle in the petals Of the roses that were frozen For the sake of the chosen By fate To be the life of the event But when strife is their intent I find myself incensed With problems I invent My faults won't relent My incessant repentance Falls on deaf ears Contempt it endears But if we followed those apologies Discoveries would be made That'd somehow effect friendships And their limits would be endless But this party has a temptress Wearing shiny things Like expensive gold rings We lust for the material Forgetting the ethereal Love becomes imperial As we try to conquer each other With kisses that feel like punches And punches that feel like kisses We want to break out of our solitude attendance And our validation relies on another's dependence When the music at the party Is constant Creating a craving for company But the noises of social interaction Never matched the beauty of the music As life is weighed down by banality We look to it's finality And wonder if the party could've been different Without the nuisance of the Devil's imprint Last night I had a dream about you We were at an event Kissing passionately And just as I was about to go down on you You looked away And saw other people watching You pushed me away instinctively And as you looked down at me I could see the love of my only friend Disappear behind an expression between disgust and pity Right before I witnessed our friendship vanish completely I woke up Next to a cell phone Conveying your invitation to an event Unaware of the nightmare event I just attended with you Unaware of all the other slumber parties we've been to Unaware every moment I spend with you is the event
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My darling dear I love you oh honey I've got it bad but no more maybe baby cuz I know that makes you mad let's sit upon the sofa seat I have something to say I bought some bread a loaf of wheat that expired yesterday and it makes me feel so needed when you tell me what to do your instructions have been heeded please don't scream luv, I hear you doll, your bossiness endears me and your rudeness I deserve and I love the way you squint and say what you looking at you perv dearest pumpkin, let me say this from the moment that we met I have hungered for our first kiss have you decided on that yet? cuz your perfume wakes my senses it alerts me that your near sweets, I have no more defenses just my quick reflexive fear! ©2012 Lyn
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Whipped
Scientists say when the honeybees die, the people will die. That is horrifying. Not our imminent doom, but the extinction of the adorable honey bee. If you converse with these insipid creatures, you will discover bees are jocular and discerning creatures. They are sarcastic and even petulant, that I find to be risible.  Their immutable ability to enhance their minute brains renders their vocabulary elementary; however, their impish nature endears them to me. Honeybees aren't dying, but listen to their buzz closely, they may **** you with hilarity; at least, that's the buzz.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
The Buzz
Girl sitting in the quarter moon Foot dangling back and forth with a rhythm Her hair blowing alluring the south monsoon Fine lines and curves with grace in such precision she saw her reflection in the calming blues of the sea Through the vivid light of the lonely moon Humming under the night sky that endears causing to lull Swooning stars that gazes such beauty from afar Shed all the splendour of her grace As fine silks caress her porcelain skin She lets her finger tips to kiss the nothingness Fine lips with such curves, why so enticing? Drowned by the musical eerie silence She started to dance tiptoed in the lips of the sea so calm and peaceful She turns around with such elegance And flies like a delicate feather swaying in poise Sweet beautiful ballerina, Dancing under the moonlight Deep shallow breathing Giving delight, takes a bow under the heavenly bodies
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Beautiful Ballerina
No specious splendour of this stone Endears it to my memory ever; With lustre only once it shone, And blushes modest as the giver. Some, who can sneer at friendship’s ties, Have, for my weakness, oft reprov’d me; Yet still the simple gift I prize, For I am sure, the giver lov’d me. He offer’d it with downcast look, As fearful that I might refuse it; I told him, when the gift I took, My only fear should be, to lose it. This pledge attentively I view’d, And sparkling as I held it near, Methought one drop the stone bedew’d, And, ever since, I’ve lov’d a tear. Still, to adorn his humble youth, Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield; But he, who seeks the flowers of truth, Must quit the garden, for the field. ’Tis not the plant uprear’d in sloth, Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume; The flowers, which yield the most of both, In Nature’s wild luxuriance bloom. Had Fortune aided Nature’s care, For once forgetting to be blind, His would have been an ample share, If well proportioned to his mind. But had the Goddess clearly seen, His form had fix’d her fickle breast; Her countless hoards would his have been, And none remain’d to give the rest.
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The Cornelian
I want nothing and all I want throatchase and falls. I want spiteful endears, And ricochet tears. I want colliders with nothing to lose. I want crashes indebts, And bombadier pets. I want cleft incoherence, And bookies for parents. I want you to know how to choose. I want pratfalls regarded, And paradigms parted. I want sickly verbatim, And writings circadian.        I want you,             I want you, I want you.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 11:04 PM UTC
Meant-To-Be Overshoots
As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
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The Princess: As thro' the Land
In this land my poet lays, Beside me now and then, Where feelings meet, My prince is dashing, Moving fast, but always slow, Crunching crashing, Such impact, Love collides! Poets place their work with pride, Feelings evicted from deep inside, In love's perfect alliteration, Escape to play in pastures new, To share with many, Or share with few, Dragons slain in land of pain, Again, My poet fills my heart, Endears me with his writes, He is a mighty poet, A duo of darlings, Continually fighting to eternally write! Kisses from a tranquil pen, Contort with viral virulence, Show darkness's in it's true intents, In bright lights' revelations, My poet, He kisses me in person, Now and then, My heart and my soul intact, For now! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Heartland (In the land of Poets)
A little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand Suddenly, a shadow of a little boy falls across her hand His awkward smile endears him to her His gentle words weld together Until they draw in the sand, side by side Laughing and smiling with care and with pride But the girl is still lonely, the girl is still lost The price of her heart comes with a cost A single confession, on a white screen Such a thing she could never have foreseen The little girl tells a tale of sadness and woe The little boy sits and listens to her lowest low And then he has his own tale to tell Of how an angel almost fell A not-so-little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand Next to a not-so-little boy, with a quivering hand The hand she takes and folds into her own At last, she knows, she is not alone
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Tales
If love is blind and knows not whom which it strikes, then why must man, being apt enough to choose who he loves for himself, have to deal with the events that follow? May it be turmoil, heartache, or treacherous endeavors, winning the heart of the one which he endears, even against all odds, is what is most important to him.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Love
When night visits on tomorrow’s threshold Dreams waver to sway with a gentle breeze Storms in the distant clash with lightening Green is hidden by stormy gray shadow Earth moves with full moon in tow Beaconing the sunlight to whisper Oh yes, Enchantment endears wonders Mysteries of love grow on a divine path Harp is in tune with her enchanted finger tips Spreading a song beyond in clear dew skies Apple tree blossoms in spring with her coaxing Birthing fruit of the earth, wrestling to belong Darkness waivers to hold, sun kisses horizon Sleep yawn takes shore with spuming echoes Brightness blinds a seagull twinkling eye Night is vanished as the Morning Whispers © Cathy Hodgson
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Morning Bloom
Is it worthy? I asked and truly meant - I of such broad company such grace in unsaid meaning and interpreted thought like scent on breeze, I am reminded of childhood aspirations sponge like and decadent to question challenge behold (en) translucent my id in pigtails, hand upstretched to the cookie jar gleeful. I blink - No. I am Woman now or so I should be and stare, transfixed on the tile eyes s l i d i n g s e e i n g ... I remember what this feels like I do - but the pen pauses falters Oh! the giving was so easy then an abundant fountain pure sweet lilac & moss and then No. anger red heat rolling through my gut seared through steaming memory - this cannot be scorched earth baked clay, and my fingers will not caress sweet soil when scentless rock endears nothing to me. The recurring silence had driven me to apathy... Yet now the air thins I remember the tangible am I ready to give? crouched low to the ground give me strength wisdom energy - to rise, heat broils sweat in my eyes or are they tears? - flex, uncurl these fists to mighty weapons of infinite power and rise heavy, leaden with depth & purpose so exposed but divine with sweet understanding complex thought dusty breath caught - paused and the liquid sky simmers above the haze and filth I reach heat like honesty lashing at my vision & thought the deep pulse - heartbeat ashes at my feet pause, inevitable. so close! fluorescent silhouettes draw doubt It cannot be I’m not ready to give where is that innocent joy? beyond double meanings deliberate unintentional cruel device eyes of steel - unblinking, omnipotent I covet my prose -a secret clutched to my heart, hoarding it like gems like desire and lust to give these thoughts ink and substance the ground keeps me close I blink. am blinded in the heat of such fervent need for release beginning, rebirth I remember how this feels so sweet and pure the need is intoxicating spun sugar silver moonlight on an ocean of unsaid self I rise - the Phoenix - I am She. I am She fleeting growing changing veins are vines burgeoning patterns on unfurled wings scream gold and blazon crimson blood in the tears I have shed sweet purpose - my only melody gives me hope. I take her tiny hand in mine and am risen once more.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
The Rising
Is it worthy? I asked and truly meant - I of such broad company such grace in unsaid meaning and interpreted thought like scent on breeze, I am reminded of childhood aspirations sponge like and decadent to question challenge behold (en) translucent my id in pigtails, hand upstretched to the cookie jar gleeful. I blink - No. I am Woman now or so I should be and stare, transfixed on the tile eyes s l i d i n g s e e i n g ... I remember what this feels like I do - but the pen pauses falters Oh! the giving was so easy then an abundant fountain pure sweet lilac & moss and then No. anger red heat rolling through my gut seared through steaming memory - this cannot be scorched earth baked clay, and my fingers will not caress sweet soil when scentless rock endears nothing to me. The recurring silence had driven me to apathy... Yet now the air thins I remember the tangible am I ready to give? crouched low to the ground give me strength wisdom energy - to rise, heat broils sweat in my eyes or are they tears? - flex, uncurl these fists to mighty weapons of infinite power and rise heavy, leaden with depth & purpose so exposed but divine with sweet understanding complex thought dusty breath caught - paused and the liquid sky simmers above the haze and filth I reach heat like honesty lashing at my vision & thought the deep pulse - heartbeat ashes at my feet pause, inevitable. so close! fluorescent silhouettes draw doubt It cannot be I’m not ready to give where is that innocent joy? beyond double meanings deliberate unintentional cruel device eyes of steel - unblinking, omnipotent I covet my prose -a secret clutched to my heart, hoarding it like gems like desire and lust to give these thoughts ink and substance the ground keeps me close I blink. am blinded in the heat of such fervent need for release beginning, rebirth I remember how this feels so sweet and pure the need is intoxicating spun sugar silver moonlight on an ocean of unsaid self I rise - the Phoenix - I am She. I am She fleeting growing changing veins are vines burgeoning patterns on unfurled wings scream gold and blazon crimson blood in the tears I have shed sweet purpose - my only melody gives me hope. I take her tiny hand in mine and am risen once more.
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Yesterday's fears Are today's tears As a gunman rears On evil stairs With evil stares Taking flights of theirs Three steps there Racing here, and here With madness 'tween his ears He squeezes off any cares Gunning the airs For those lost in prayer As cornered life's tears At the face, his devil peers Through a Walmart s lairs To hells kin he endears Twenty two pearls smears Stranded for his wares Such hatefulness, he bares His manifest he cheers Today El Paso spits his despairs And the neverending nightmares USA, and mass shootings spheres Logan Robertson 8/04/2019
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
Texas El Paso In Mourning
I grab your arm in warm embrace the smile of love drawn on your face In my hand I feel its near Your fragile frame sinking endears Static heartbeats heavy breaths hold my hand you need some rest Don't worry it will be OK Heaven's steps not far away
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May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Fragile Moment