"enshrouds" poems
Since you've been away
I've trailed the wake of the clouds
Just crumbling clay...
That lay in the shade that enshrouds
Depending on the ifs and mays.
Wake up, my love...
Since you haven't been here
The sky did nothing but only sang
Ambient translations of mocks and jeers
As the green blades of earth bared their fangs
Mischievous songs that I've held dear.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been gone
I've realised that I'm not moving
And you too, haven't moved since last dawn
A reality all too disheartening
Bits of me all cut up and sawn.
Wake up my love...
Since you've been missing
I am never whole, and never will
A lifetime of endless chasing
Bottomless jar without a seal
Void clustered emptiness in need of filling.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been absent
I could only hope for this lungful
To lead me to subsequent
Ones that taste like bitter pills encapsuled.
Mind full of drugs running rampant.
Wake up, my love...
Since you wouldn't have known
What these days are like...
Time induced tumours have grown
The hours impale with temporal spikes...
Inseminating malignant thoughts soon to be sown.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been away
I'm a player hoping for a fair game
Nonetheless still crumbling clay...
That lay in the dark just the same
Choking on the what ifs and what mays.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
...a diary of the falling dominoes chapter
invisibly dying from the inside out
no one is looking into unseen eyes
no one can hear a muted voice fading
no one is close enough to be near
the deafening thrums echo
anxieties’ racing heartbeat
within morphing flesh shell ,
gasping for new breath
in a hovering stale silence
from a distance
the broken mirror ricochets a subdued light ;
much closer the reflection reveals
someone I once knew by heart
now an unrecognizable mask
enshrouds a terminal emptiness
inconspicuous at a fleeting glance ,
impossible to discern what storms rage
from the inside out ,... unnoticed
an uncontained wildfire
smoldering within, lies in wait
for the imminent winds of change
to fan the flames into the final
eternal silent ashes
a poet reaches out demurely
offering a candid look
into the window
of the imperfect human soul
there is no poetry
met by indifference
just gathered unread words scribbled,
squandered time
dripped slowly on an empty page ;
moments turn into days
days turned into years
invisibly dying from the inside out
an unfinished life trickles out
like seeping blood evanescing
from a bottomless puncture
wounding ... penetrating the heart,
leaching out the slow death of a poet
for poetry is only words unless they touch someone ...
befallen to indifference is poetic death
by salted paper cuts ...
a muting suffocation
that hiddenly erodes away,
silencing the passion
of a musing soul
one unread word at a time ...
© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
The distance ever so touchable
Yet you're still far afield
The glimmering glitter in your blissful
Translucent almond irises
Waiting to deviate from them
Yet they have imprinted themselves
Now affiliated with my heart
Seeing your lips brimming brightly
Rejuvenating your flawless visage
Embodying my love
Not even half your beauty
Inwardly made you mine
Realistically destined for another
Drastic jaundiced waves
Crashing the shores of heartbreak
Sentiments
Thus the eminent work of
Patience
Silence
Benevolence
Enshrouds my blooming admiration
For you
Unfastening my feigned ethos
For you
I comprehend the significance of dignity and family
But my love
Ceaseless and eternal
But my love
Yours only
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Dilapidated,
I hang on the precipice of perdition.
My lacerated synapses,
struggle to usurp the assailant
who created my beautiful crimson demise.
I'm weary of being ostensibly content,
with all of this malice and prating that enshrouds me.
Lets not mask this with useless euphemism.
I'll make this as equivocal as I can.
Its time for this dalliance to end.
Its time I end my diminutive existence.
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
A shadow stumbles
through the chaos -
though nothing stands
between the moon,
the shattered icons
and blasted houses.
Conjured from
the exhaust of
ceaseless agitation,
the specter enshrouds
both the entranced
and the exalted.
This billowing
aberration -
the embodiment
of fears brewed
from loathing -
has no substance
or perception.
A ravenous void,
it slouches and bends
towards the
gilded Calvary
of conviction's end.
Tom Spencer © 2017
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
I see no other endless tomorrow than
To lie face to face with you
On a bed of lavenders and violets.
The cool sun magnifies
The verdant fields in your eyes
And the radiant shadows of my hair.
Morning breeze enshrouds our bodies
Sustained by flames more eternal than Vesta’s.
Here forever after
In my ideal world.
If I felt hunger it shall not last long,
For there are nectars from the giant continent that is you.
If you knew thirst it shall be quenched,
Just drink from my hidden wells and fountains.
But remember that I’m not like the ancient Eve
And you can only be the Adam in our own accord.
The butterflies or birds won’t shame me.
The grasses or trees won’t complain.
For loving you is the only truth
In my ideal world.
My hands are here to heal and amuse you,
As long as your arms embrace me from harm.
We own only the lips and ears
Where sweet sounds pass by
To lull as to dream or memorize
We’ll not know starless night of horror,
The way the moon becomes our constant watcher.
We’ll fear no lightning or thunder of wrath
For the rain will be our noble preserver.
Come and stay
In my ideal world.
We don’t have to worry about Sunday
Or think of God to pray.
Nature is our divine link to the cosmos,
And us the perpetual worship fleshed out.
Celestial or earthly we need not know
For this is the spot where boundaries depart.
But all these remain as bright colors in my head
Unless you key in yourself in my mind
And enshrine me to your heart.
Our story can be written by our breath
On petals and foliage of existence to this place.
Somewhere we can call ours,
Come and take
My ideal world.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC
Come walk through the grains with me
Sand shimmering like stars
Constellations of symmetry
See them join and split apart
Come watch over new stars with me
Sparks dancing in our eyes
Starlight like you could never see
Make our home among the skies
Come paint these skies blue with me
Hide and seek between the clouds
Dive right into a stormy sea
Roam unseen depths darkness enshrouds
Come make mountains move with me
Paint monumental worlds
A playground of pure fantasy
Watch your minds power unfurl
Come and wander this world with me
Adventure awaits the bold
Surmount a cliff or climb a tree
What mysteries do cities hold?
Come fly to the stars with me
Let's make this journey never end
I'll be the boat to your sea
All you will need is a pen
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
i have found
i have found what
i have
found what you taste like
you taste like the rusty feathers of a sighing ocean
tempest. like the .
you taste like a shower of stars crackling
on the belly of the night. white and stiff and minute and.
like taste you i. salty. and. put my skin on yours
the most supreme dominion of sudden heart beats sanguine
pump
loose strands of limbs tangled. you,i,taste like you taste like
a
burst of life in the arteries of the still sons. a delicious
BLOSsom
slippery petals finger split.
like the rain. do you taste. falling. enshrouds the crown
of my devotions. flavor riot !
y.ou are taste like i like to taste you)
like the sun likes to taste the mountain girls breast crumbs
jutting
pink. pleasure crumbles from your shivering.
and how are your bones so diligently under
your skin? and i lick them. and they are mine. for but a moment.
but i
am
yours till quiets
the stutter of my flittering red muscles;
.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
my head in the clouds
the clouds in the sky
what the clouds enshrouds
is the way the sun shines
on your face
your eyes
your smile
the faint shadow
of your dimples
clearing the clouds that shrouds
so I can see
you and only you
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
.
Mist languidly enshrouds me,
playfully floating it cuddles,
Half heard echoes of love,
ribbons of yearning so soft.
With your delicate face
in my sleep
I am dreaming with
beauty.
With your heart beat
in my sleep
I am dreaming with
love.
With your gentle voice
in my dreams
I am sleeping with
whispers.
© Pagan Paul (12/01/17)
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Calling out into the canyon,
Echoing, echoing, echoing.
Sometimes I think I'll die there in the morning light, but then--
a Buzzing. You ask if I'm coming home.
I hear the rumbling of the semi trucks
and they sound so tired. They sound like me.
The Gray enshrouds me and it gets hard to breathe.
I think about that night so often.
I thought we would be a Long time
but you disappeared right before my eyes.
Steam rising from my flesh, with my last breath I ask you to stay;
you remind me that I held the blade.
When the shards of glass Pierced
your skin I felt the Stinging
alongside you.
Mouth gone Dry,
at last I see how my love turned Blind
for nothing more than a Flicker and a Shadow.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Great hawk enshrouds tiny ring;
swallowing silence in the reflection of spring;
Your shadow bemoans my gentle home;
where wax wings and iron legs of sternness roam.
Between shattered glass and petal's dance
whose schadenfreude--makes you sound like an ***
Oh, what a ******* intellectual chore
when even poetry doesn't make sense anymore.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
When will you be home:
When Spring's on,
When Summer's done,
When Fall is all in color,
Or Winter's white enshrouds us?
I'm waiting here alone
With longings to dress you,
Arms to caress you,
Before you leave again.
Yet, you will return.
Are you yourself there,
Somewhere, but not here,
Where family waits.
Let your fears
Drip off your brimming shoulders.
Here start your missions,
End remissions,
Renew your heavy heart.
Home is where you
Learned to walk,
Learned to talk
To eat and read;
All you'd need
When you leave.
Here you feel
Most secure;
Knowing friends are closer
Than they were before;
This side of the outside door.
Here is where the hearts are,
Without the worry
Of hurly-burly.
Who will bring you home?
You'll find shelter elsewhere -
A Pagoda or a condo nest -
But home is where
Your soul finds rest.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Let me be near you
In the comfort of your countenance
The wind softly swirling your tendrils of hair
Waves of sunlight land on your eyes
Almond shaped glow
Like a cat crouching
Beneath the bed
Measured movements
Measured breaths
Drawing surroundings inside yourself
Passing interpretations onto me
Let me listen to you
Blinking and shining our eyes locked in embrace
Speaking more loudly than the tongue
But making way for the tongue
Words that unite and ignite
Increasing breadth
Permission to hope, trust and believe
In this world
One more time
Lingering, holding the moment
Heart soaring from understanding
Let me touch your face
Graze the heat and texture that enshrouds
All that is you. Let me inside
Our spirits commune
Smile over us
Inviting
“Taste and discover!”
Who we have become
Who we are becoming
Recognition of this stranger
Stopping by on his way through time
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Subtly and quietly, uncertainty has recaptured its place in my mind.
Just as soon as I thought I was happy,
When I thought the sun was shinning over the horizon,
The gloomy impenetrable clouds of uncertainty and indecision return into my view.
I know that somewhere beyond these clouds there is light.
But, why must the clouds stand in the way?
Why must they frequently return?
Please, let me be.
Let me enjoy.
Put my mind at ease, and allow me to feel fervently.
Allow my emotions to ravish me in pure ecstasy.
Let the light consume every single part of me.
Fill me light, until my cup is overwhelmed. Inundate every part of me!
I beg, and I plea! Light, please take me!
Allow me to soar past the darkness that constantly captures me, that enshrouds me, that eviscerates the entirety of me!
Please, ominous and petrifying clouds of indecision and uncertainty…
Please… let me be happy.
- j.m
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Exists Exquisitely My Heart
By: The Author
Exists exquisitely my heart
Livid liquid living art
Serenely simple soft and sure
Perfect power pounding pure
Miseries unbidden rise
Stealing love with lovely lies
Draining me of all but dreams
Pain unending ever seems
Brightly bone is bound about
Structured on the insides out
Softly skin enshrouds my soul
Stitching of my parts a whole
Where then can I meaning find?
In my eyes? My hands? My mind?
Surely more must surely lie?
Wove within the depth of I?
Other organs orchestrate
Myriad movements never late
Clockwork; every action spells
Symphonies composed of cells
Never more to simply be
Mere existing ever me
Letting languid life flow by
Never caring where or why
Fingers move with majesty
Eyes a sea of what I see
Sinew slips in silence strong
Ears, my essence, sing a song
Hope, in blood, unfettered flows
Pulsing life, that living, grows
Truth is writ in all life's pains
"Life lives yet within your veins"
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
I am made a peeping tom
a voyuer
shunned by moon and stars
the darkness enshrouds my form
a cloak
to hide my tears and scars
your image danced I fained away
afraid
the shadows mask my fear
the curtains drawn the night light dimmed
dowsing me
as I stand alone knowing you're near
I turn to leave and kiss the breeze
with hope
that your open window will receive
for as Romeo I am undone
no Juliet
to share this love and so I leave
I am made a peeping tom
a voyuer
a lover lost to late night needs
so if er' you need a friend
a lover
know soft a heart for you here bleeds
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 7:14 AM UTC
falling down into the pit,
tumble my stones into the
gravely grave, where my heart
pours a sieve, where rain
falls down in sheets,
enshrouds my truth.
my seething, growling, gnawing
tiger caged in her corner,
spits into my dark night;
she's ready to pounce.
i thought i'd tamed the beast,
but she was only waiting in shadows.
now backed into her corner, she strikes
her razors across my face.
i bleed onto packed dirt floor.
tiger's eyes glow green.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
A solemn black sun enshrouds these lands
Darkness seeks my spirit
Oh echoes of this darkness haunt
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
that feeling where your stomach sinks
and your body betrays you in your time of need
when glass runs through your veins
and the mirror before you is broken and black
this is when the monsters crawl out from under your bed
and the nightmares you laid to rest haunt your dreams
when she is in everyones arms but mine
and you can see nothing but the future you never had
laughing in your face as you feel like you could crawl out of your skin
finding comfort in the impermanence of the
cigarettes smoke thats dangling from your lips
smoked until the embers are all gone out
how can you feel the sun on your face
when your past enshrouds you in a fog so thick
pulling you back to the places you tried to escape
are you to jaded to love
to hardened to care
apathy
the emptiness of nothing
how have you gotten here
how can you leave
do you want to leave
this feast on your soul
as your mind rots and your future slides
from your fingers and from your bones
looking at all youll never have
a minute
an hour
a day
a lifetime too late
and theres no way to change the present
no way to relive the past
and no way to stop the inexorable march of time to the future
where is the future you never had
why are you hesitating on the bridge, the cliff
the jump
the fall
and the most exhilarating moments of your life
before the end. nothing
there is nothing to be afraid of
coward
*********
labels that mean nothing
only skeletons in the closet hid under the new paint
the false cheer
and the hatred you feel when everything is ok
i want things to be broken
this is how it feels to be alone
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:18 PM UTC
I sit atop a mountain and beneath a tree reveling in ecstasy as I gaze upon the divine.
It is here that God chose to experience itself. From the snow
dusted slopes, to the lightly coated trees, all is as it should be.
My eyes journey from the frozen water particles to the plant life struggling to keep its heat above a crystalline sea, and onward to the mist that enshrouds the mountain….I cannot help but stare in wonder at the spectacle of god presenting itself in its many fractal forms.
Solidified energy falls softly
in an attempt to build itself ever higher.
The transference of purity puts on a show for those souls with open eyes.
Above me is a comforting blanket of particles,
falling, crying out as they land
“I am!”
Emanating from the most minute pine leaf to the mountain itself arises a silent shout of existence. It is here that I may be at peace, with the ever present reminder that everything simply is. How would it be if a snowflake judged itself…would it be judged by its tumultuous formation? how conclusive it's landing? or the quality of its travels?
Nay, it forsakes judgement because its perfection is stated quite firmly
in the present moment. Here above the cities
and in the mountains it is cold.
Paradoxically, it is here where I am stripped bare and proclaim myself warm and free. Thank you life.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
synagogue bells jar and outside is the
color of green, mist enshrouds moss
macadamized in young wall;
beating back to lips, a paler hue of scorched red,
a moment twists, hurries back to
the shell of a modest hour,
rearing in its tender arms, tantric ***
of rain and tendril. tenuous wind swiftly
purloins sound
submerging the world in picker-patter,
the moon fronts and the sun
behind — this is my world and within
its breast, the riverrun stride in between
stone packs its smell of mud
clotheslines full with heavy fabric
weighed down to intent and inertia,
dragged down to sleep and dream
as the hourly siren tolls somewhere that
does not have a beacon, a name
even, blaming only the shadow frittering
back to its console, pinning us
down to the calm weather we sing
about in the afternoon — reaping
in the twilight,
a cold-mouthed Hefeweizen!
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Listlessness enshrouds me.
Nothing enraptures me.
Boredom prevails.
Still summer nights lead to a lassitude
so entombed, even retiring to bed is exhaustion.
Too much time on my hands
holds me in a torpor.
Indolent indifference infects me,
and all that I touch.
I'd like to find excitement but even that
is too much hard work.
I sit by the river, watch it sluggishly move,
dip my toe, then my feet, soon I'm almost submerged.
Ophelia like I dance on the drifting water.
Wearily I watch the shore disappear,
under a moon that is now my chandelier.
And an ennui now lost, to a drowning reverie.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
*how far i must travel into the bowels of my land to recapture that castle
'once more unto the breach...once more'*
i see you there trying your best to obscure,
your hulking frame still enshrouds my mind
yet, 'tis i who pierce the veil this time
your own night terrors, will soon reveal
fear and tremble, dragon
your storybook enchantments
draw quick their close
i will smite you down with my raging pen
my hounds have sniffed you out
i am no longer your enchanted
princess, fumbling with stolen
jewels in your dank lair
you no longer have refuge in my cave
this land, my noble birthright
i'm coming for you next, thieving one
i will take my careful aim
and you?
you shall hear my crack of doom
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:09 PM UTC
What is love one can not just measure
Its an eternal bond of pain and pleasure
Beauty my sweetheart is eternal treasure
Solace of heart and satisfaction of leisure
My love I have lost my heart,and my soul
My heart has been taken away by your mole
My deity in temple your praise is my role
Your attraction has taken me in your control
White like snow and soft like white clouds
Please take me along I am in merciless crowds
Embrace me and take me in your enshrouds
If love becomes lunatic beauty eagerly shrouds
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC