"engulfing" poems
Her passion burns bright
her fire catches me
igniting my soul
aroused by lust violently
her flames engulfing me
consuming my mind
body held in captivity
submitting mentally
enchanted by her majesty
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Burning
from a flame
hidden it resides
burning deep inside
engulfing our spirits
with pleasures beyond divine
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness
where my eyes can see
but it's like my head is just pitch black
and I almost wish I couldn't see anything,
like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while
sometimes I get stuck in this space
and I feel like my tears and my thoughts
are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat
blocking my airway
suffocating me from the inside
maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment
that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat
maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings
that don't take over my mind
crawl through my head like little worms
eating away at my brain
my thoughts
my skin
have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again
felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind
Shiver through your body
like it was a demon you let in through a memory-
through a word
maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed
because I wasn't strong enough
my depression fills me to the brim
fills my head and my chest
my arms and my fingers
I can feel it moving through my body
I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me
every last vein, nerve, ***** and tissue
how can you expect me to have the energy to fight
how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone
to open my mouth
how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel
I feel so worthless
in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything
it's taking everything but my skin
and it disgusts me
can you imagine the feeling,
having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately
It felt like you needed to be cleansed
like you needed a shower
take that feeling
now imagine it being under your skin
imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you
imagine all you wanted to do was to
GET
IT
OFF
and you can't
no matter how hard you try
you can't scrape it off
you can't claw It off
imagine you're scared of spiders
now imagine you're covered in spiders
and someone's holding down your arms
so you can't get them off
imagine them walking on your skin
in your mouth
crawling on your open eyes
in your ears
you're cringing at your own skin
You can feel them going down your throat
Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach
in every crevice of your body
their tunneling under your skin
and you can't get them off
what are you supposed to do
but cry
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
vicious revenge feel its strain.
Engrained forever on a decaying brain.
For its a plague with no andetote. No cure.
Nothings sacred. nothings pure.
No honor here to gain but a grasp of guilt, sorrow and pain.
A trench deep seated with animosity.
Hearts too blinded by hatred to see.
Its walls engulfing like vines round a tree.
But no vegeance shall set you free.
In realising its errors and fate
The soul desperately searches to escape.
Weary, hollow, it longs to retire
But hatred enslaves as its walls grow higher
For this is one prison sentence that will never transpire..
If you fight fire with fire.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
*Brittle dry earth beaming with longing,
For wet kisses from heavy heavens' door,
In soothing rain, finds the heart’s belonging,
Releasing the sweetest aroma...petrichor.*
***The mist of warm moist wafting playfully,
Kissing and engulfing in a subtle unworldly spin...
A feeling ensnared by the clutches of fond remembrance.
Like the cadence of your breaths upon my parched skin...***
*A taste of your last dance on my fervent lips,
Awoken with each drop, still makes me thirst,
I lift my head, entranced by memory’s grips,
Craving you, again to make my heart burst.*
***Here again...two drenched hearts encased in glass,
Latent spectres melded together as they did before,
Promises wrapped and bound to the gaits of the other,
In eternal dance, laced with everlasting redolent petrichor...***
Dajena M
rhymesmith
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
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Each body part
sizzled in pure pleasure
in the blissed wake
of your oral efforts
brought forth the waves
of rapturous delight...
Spurs poetic inspiration
in equal liberation
of desires to please.
Bodies transpose
in fluid motion
as brazen eyes meet.
Savor the voluptuous image before you.
Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo
before they roll to the back of your head.
On all fours
knees between your thighs
tips of swollen breast
caress your chest
tasting fresh honey
upon lips in a kiss.
Ripples of ardor
hover
by wet trails
of sensual kisses
suckling towards
the apex.
Breathe in
the slow motion pace
that pulsates eagerness
to the fore tumescing bulge
leaking with anticipation
of viscous lava.
Tickles of silken hair
against flesh edges closer.
Emerging subtle grumbles
in deep resonance
betray your impatience .
Hands tightly twine
in tangled hair
to maneuver
the treasure hunt.
Licked lips pause
at the sight of fire
burning in
glazed gazes
before engulfing
the throbbing member.
Plump ruby lips
greet velvety texture
in a slow deep dive.
Tongue curls around
the flavor
in a dulcet embrace.
Moans release
as grip tightens
in my hair
settles the
rhythmic pace
to taste in an
oscillating dance.
The masculine aroma of heady musk
lingering there, arouses my appetite.
With my enthusiasm
attuned to
your preferred rhythm
suckling, slurping
surface and dive
in measured unison.
Break of breath
allows tongue
freedom to roam below,
licking, soft kissing
the tender hammock
of testicles.
Tongue and lips escalate higher
to mount another assaulting dive
deeper in the depths
of the cusp in cavity.
Wetted fingers
probe even lower
circling superficially
as gasp escapes
your heavy breath;
flaming eyes lock.
Finger dips in
with expert finesse
gorging hardened growth
within a wrapped hand.
Thighs tighten
with rocking grip.
Head thrusts onward,
drilling forward
in each dive.
Salvia slips
fingers grip
lips dip
Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity
of volcanic eruption ...
HALTS
assault
Pace retracts.
Loosened lips kiss tip.
*“Soon sweetheart, your time will ***
inside me as we surrender to synergy."*
#
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Listen
My skin glistens
The sweat drips ~n~
I feel the motion
The rise of my emotions
The tingle in the spine
Expands in time
Engulfing my muscles
With adrenaline, hustle
**** reason
Incite treason
Don’t back down
Don’t turn aroun’
Introduced, an obstacle
Beat it like a rock, unstoppable
Heart, rhythm, momentum
Breath, flex, go get ‘em
Never rest,
There is no success
As soon as you think you won,
Something hits your chest
So stand up, strong
This fight is gunna last long
In 1 second,
You could be gone
ViKing
By GeoEthE
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Infinity - The name of the planet where the story takes place.
Eternity - The name of the main Continent where the story takes place.
Darkness - The name of the country where the sins live.
Chaos - The capital city in the country Darkness.
Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues live.
Glory - The capital city in the country Tranquility.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger. Lust is a ********** and a **** Her husband Greed is her **** Lust has an affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Anger. Lust and Envy are best friends.
Greed - The husband of Lust, the older brother of Envy, and the step father of Anger. Greed is Lust's **** Greed is a **** corrupt politician, gangster, and a ***** businessman. Greed is Pride's right hand man.
Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty. Hatred has an affair with Lust. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Anger. He also has a fling with Envy. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty. Hatred rapes Love. Hatred is a terrorist, an assassin, and a cold calculated killer.
Love - The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness, and the older sister of Truth. Love is a humanitarian and a healer. Love is ***** by Hatred.
Loyalty - The husband of Love and the father of Kindness. Loyalty is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
Kindness - The daughter of Love and Loyalty. She is the niece of Truth.
Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred, the stepson of Greed, and the half brother of Cruelty. Anger is best friends with Ignorance.
Faith - The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.
Hope - The daughter of Faith and Truth.
Pride - The elected commander who rules over all the sins.
Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred. She is the half sister of Anger.
Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of Cruelty. Envy has a fling with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Cruelty. Envy is best friends with Lust.
Truth - The husband of Faith, the father of Hope, and the younger brother of Love. Truth is the uncle of Kindness. Truth is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
D.E.A.T.H. - A terrorist organization created and operated by Hatred. D.E.A.T.H. stands for Darkness Engulfing All Things Holy.
Knowledge - The younger brother of Understanding and Wisdom.
Understanding - The brother of Wisdom and Knowledge. Understanding is a teacher. He and Mercy have a romantic interest in each other.
Wisdom - The oldest brother of Knowledge and Understanding. Wisdom is the elected commander who rules over all the virtues.
Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the mother of Ignorance.
Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the father of Ignorance.
Ignorance - The son of Sloth and Gluttony. Ignorance is best friends with Anger.
S.O.U.L. - A humanitarian organization created and operated by Love. S.O.U.L. stands for sharing our undying love.
Grace - She's a singer, entertainer, and a a performer.
Mercy - She is a member of S.O.U.L. Mercy is best friends with Love. She has a romantic interest in Understanding.
Limbo - A country that's in the middle of the two countries Darkness and Tranquility. Darkness is to the west of Limbo and Tranquility is to the east of Limbo. The country Limbo has a river of blood running down the middle. There is a civil war taking place in the country Limbo.
Deceit - Deceit is a master of disguise. It is a male and and a female. Deceit is a member of D.E.A.T.H.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Slippery tentacles swirl,
overlapping each other
in eagerness,
engulfing,
embracing,
the others.
To be mindless
clay thoughts
clumping, and
separating
with the tide.
Slimy, as seaweed
but smoother, and yet
bumpier
as well.
Slipping, sliding,
simple thoughts of
embrace,
simple arms of the
octopus.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
oh how you remind me of storms...
like lightning you shine
like thunder you cry
and your soul, oh your sweet soul,
like darkness engulfing the night sky...
as I whisper... engulf me in your darkness too
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Infinity - The name of the planet where the story takes place.
Darkness - The name of the country where the sins live.
Eternity - The name of the main continent where the story takes place.
Chaos - The capital city in the country Darkness.
Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues live.
Glory - The capital city in the country Tranquility.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger. Lust is a ********** and **** Her husband Greed is her **** Lust has an affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Anger. Lust and Envy are best friends.
Greed - The husband of Lust, the older brother of Envy, and the stepfather of Anger. Greed is Lust's **** Greed is a **** corrupt politician, gangster, and a ***** businessman. Greed is Pride's right hand man.
Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty. Hatred has an affair with Lust. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Anger. He also has a fling with Envy. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty. Hatred rapes Love. Hatred is a terrorist, an assassin, and a cold calculated killer.
Love - The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness, and the older sister of Truth. Love is a humanitarian and a healer. Love is ***** by Hatred.
Loyalty - The husband of Love and the father of Kindness. Loyalty is a solider and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
Kindness - The daughter of Love and Loyalty. She is the niece of Truth.
Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred, the stepson of Greed, and the half brother of Cruelty. Anger is best friends with Ignorance.
Faith - The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.
Hope - The daughter of Faith and Truth.
Pride - The elected commander of all the sins. Pride is a priest.
Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred. She is the half sister of Anger.
Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of Cruelty. Envy has a fling with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Cruelty. Envy is best friends with Lust.
Truth - The husband of Faith, the father of Hope, and the younger brother of Love. Truth is the uncle of Kindness. Truth is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
D.E.A.T.H. - A terrorist organization created and operated by Hatred. D.E.A.T.H. stands for Darkness Engulfing All Things Holy.
Knowledge - The younger brother of Understanding and Wisdom.
Understanding - The brother of Wisdom and Knowledge. Understanding is a teacher. Understanding has a romantic interest in Mercy.
Wisdom - The oldest brother of Knowledge and Understanding. Wisdom is the elected commander of all the virtues.
Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the mother of Ignorance.
Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the father of Ignorance.
Ignorance - The son of Sloth and Gluttony.
S.O.U.L. - A humanitarian organization created and operated by Love. S.O.U.L. stands for Sharing Our Undying Love.
Grace - She's a singer, entertainer, and performer.
Deceit - Deceit is a master of disguise. It is a male and a female. Deceit is a member of D.E.A.T.H.
Misery - An island off the coast of Darkness.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Music
Passion, wistful
Devouring, seizing, engulfing
Mellifluous voice of the soul
Fluid
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC
I have been waiting
for her to pick me off the shelf
To remember me as fondly
as I dream of her nightly
Wanting nothing more than to be
used like her favorite toy
The one she played with as a child
when holding each other came simple
For her to lay me next to her heart
during the dim nights under gods shadow
Giving up on the complexities
of the never ending day before us
While engulfing each other in stories
of an emotion we remembered as love
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
anxiety is a flood
it comes in slowly
but suddenly drowning me
it is a constant tapping pencil
beating in an irregular beat
frantically accelerating in speed
it is a small room
filled with boisterous people
gradually engulfing me
anxiety is a breath of fresh air
refreshing as I take a breath in
satisfaction as I exhale
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
You're my star in the distance
You have all my heart
Although we are different
And so far apart.
You shine a low blue light
That burns hotter
Than my bright light
You're my star in the distance
You have all my heart
Although we are different
And so far apart.
Your smile is sweet
Always asking for more
You radiance is engulfing
All the way to the core
You're my star in the distance
You have all my heart
Although we are different
And so far apart.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
i step outside, the sky above gray as slate
petrichor seeping up through the grass,
engulfing my state of mind as i inhale
and guiding me into a place of hushed abstraction.
-l.s.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
*pain knocks on weathered doors
fastened ever tightly
cryptic access is denied
it camouflages in the shadows
stealthily it watches
hypervigilance enhancing
catastrophe awaiting
it strikes in latent graveyards
the gale begins to form
and unleashes its fierce torrent
the latch shattered and torn
there’s now an open entrance
creeping in it slithers
engulfing to encompass
digging up emotions
buried underground there
hovering and foggy
tho’ murky does not smother
but fleshes out the psyche
entombed and cobweb covered
it crawls along the edges
and peers in secret ledges
seeps into sequesters
like dust settled in feathers
it slides through every feeling
and when it’s at its blackest
it carves the darkness out
and let’s in sunlight’s presence
© 2016janetaylor
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Leaves wilted
Roots dry
Hidden in the unlit
corner of the room
You miss the brightness
of the morning sun
Put there
to pretty up this
bare space
Unaware
that you need more
than admiring looks
and shards
of fading light
to survive
Where did your green-ness go?
Once glorious
now brown tinged
and limp
Walking past you
I can't help
but look away
I know
I should do
Something
About you
A leaf falls
Feelings of thirst and
Engulfing darkness
Take their toll
Soon
There will be
Nothing left
But a shriveled up stem
And you'll be tossed outside
Discarded
With the rest of them
Really, I'm a terrible gardener.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
The pick
All the stress that an orange has caused is painful.
It is painful for the tree from which it came.
Snatched away with promises of sweetness.
A tree mostly green, engulfing
Small speckles of that deceptive orange.
It was such a bright colour – high hopes!
Handpicked by a man only looking for the best,
Choosing poorly not for the first time.
The green leaves frantically try to reclaim what’s theirs.
Branch after branch reaching out, trying to uproot him.
Close, so close. But they are a sea apart,
At least an apple has a core, a heart.
The peel
Now it is pilfered, the painful process begins,
Never quite ending: disappointment beckons.
To try and taste these orange juices
You soldiers must bear the burden.
Each soldier, a finger digging themselves
Into the tough stressful shell.
Fingernails stained with orange blood,
Eyes blinded by the same tangy juices.
It never slips off in one go
Like a roomy balaclava,
But crumbles like the remnants of a bombing.
Brick by brick, orange by orange it crumbles.
Now it is finally undone
But neither tree nor man has won.
The preparation
The crust collapsed, but now
It is time to untangle the web the mantle holds.
First, a division – the separation of brothers
Who served side by side at birth.
Dissected by these soldiers
Acting as a bomb squad,
Searching for those hidden pips.
Found, but not without casualties –
Sticky fingers with no taps in sight.
Once removed the web is untangled.
Tired, he hopes that the stress will swiftly end
Unaware that the sweetness was just pretend.
The pain
Finally the moment has arrived
And illogical ceremonies commence.
I fear the celebration is far too soon,
For as white touches orange and tries
So desperately to unite,
The tartly taste slays the poor man’s buds:
Igniting like petrol on his burning tongue.
He wishes he could return that orange
To the green tree to which it belongs,
To return a bullet-sprayed windscreen is not an option.
The orange, once bitten, enjoys its trance
Latching on to those pained tingling taste buds.
His orange, a disaster to undress:
Bad taste – a foolish price for such a mess.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
I will take this. I have to.
Even if it breaks me.
Even if it breaks me into a million pieces that nobody can put together again.
And it has.
It has broken me into so many fragmented pieces; I’m now what they refer to as
“damaged goods”
Something so traumatic, I’ll never be normal again.
Normal is a thing of the past.
This is what’s happening now.
Broken pieces.
Everywhere.
Every time I fix a piece, another breaks. I feel like I’m holding myself together with tape and glue and it’s not going to be enough. I don’t know what else to say, but it’s too much and it's not enough. All at the same time.
It’s like screaming without a voice.
They said there’d be waves.
They essentially promised.
They said that these waves of sadness would come and go. That happiness would slowly seep back in.
Weaving its way into the oscillating patterns of a heavy heart.
But there haven’t been any waves.
They were wrong.
Instead the pain is dull. It is constant.
But most of all, it’s there. It's there all the time.
The constant part is the worst. The only thing I could relate it to is fire.
It’s like somebody running through a fire has it easier. Sure they’ll get burned but the point is that they get to run through.
They get out.
This though? This is like getting caught in the fire and not making it through. This is like a permanent residency in my own personal hell and at some point I really need the fire to be put out; the pain to stop.
It has to. There’s only so much a girl can take. It’s like somebody has their dark hand engulfing my heart and they’re squeezing it every day and no matter how I plead, they’re refusing to let go.
It’s the greatest sadness I have ever known and it is depleting me emotionally and physically.
I. Am. Too. Weak.
Everybody keeps saying how strong I am. They have no idea. It’s like I’m the world’s greatest actress and I’ve fooled them all. All they see is somebody taking bad news well.
But nobody takes their entire earth shattering “well”.
And my earth has shattered. The death of my brother at the age of 21 has shattered me.
There’s not one thing I wouldn’t give to go back and hug him just a little longer at the airport three days before he died. It was just supposed to be his last semester at college. Not the end of a life time.
There are too many broken pieces. The jagged edges cut my hands. I can’t pick them up.
And so now all I can do is pray. With my forehead to the ground and my faith in God I will pray. Pray the pain away in hopes that one day, the happiness is real. And the tears stop.
In hopes that one day, I can go on without him.
So I’ll pray.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
These birds of war that encircle the sky
painted dark by smoke from fires engulfing
events here: every one of them spawns
an illusion, spreading in all directions, until
no twig is untouched: everywhere only
the Mistletoe. Fragrances of the deep night
by the ford under the moon, silken hair
soft for touch under first rays of the golden
morn, images, return broken like imprints
on the ramparts; where now, those oaks
of love that sustained our passion for war?
Years sunk into the quicksands of greed,
After nine winters, now only the Mistletoe.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC