"estranging" poems
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The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth’s corroboration
Of Ecstasy’s impediment—
’Tis Rapture’s germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine—estranging creature—
To something upper wooing us
But not to our Creator—
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It doesn’t need
Nth number of words
Just to say
Umpteen men
Stoop low
To violate
Invade
Coerce
Enslave
Trample
Oppress
Women
Over and over again
Mindlessly
Estranging
Nature’s fairer ***
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
Lions and fires of his flying breath,
Of your immortal friends
Who'd raise the organs of the counted dust
To shoot and sing your praise,
One who called deepest down shall hold his peace
That cannot sink or cease
Endlessly to his wound
In many married London's estranging grief.
On almost the incendiary eve
When at your lips and keys,
Locking, unlocking, the murdered strangers weave,
One who is most unknown,
Your polestar neighbour, sun of another street,
Will dive up to his tears.
He'll bathe his raining blood in the male sea
Who strode for your own dead
And wind his globe out of your water thread
And load the throats of shells
with every cry since light
Flashed first across his thunderclapping eyes.
On almost the incendiary eve
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
And sear just riders back,
Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.
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Dumpsters are cold
Shelter grow mold
and slim is the spanging
Whiskey is warm
Dreads are the norm
and our sanity is estranging
Food out of cans
Roadtrip plans
The highways are always changing
Flying deceiving signs
Waiting in foodstamp lines
Sympathies constantly rearranging
Constellations are the roof
Provides strangeness aloof
Capitalism's fat ca-ching
Dirt inbetween toes
Where to? nobody knows
Life on the edge of healing
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
.wet as
long-sound
footsteps on the scuff of downturned sidewalks
estranging.
distance
.from us
as wrought iron bridges
meeken,
aching.
like a saxophone
.the
pin-patter
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 9:03 AM UTC
You were never my muse,
Despite the effort you put forth
you made pages fall blank.
Your sirensong passes
through my ears and delves
into my soul like a flight of Furies,
corrupting, estranging, smashing
me against the cliff side.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
Were I now, like you in heaven,
In estranging me, you escape in agony
To the deepest bottom of a cavern,
Wheresoever you are, with you,
Mylove shall take a plunge too.
Since I hardly find a way, let us hug and part
I can’t let you have more of me, no more…
I’m done, ‘m glad with all my heart
Oh such easily, I can free, free me of all dirt.
At the last gasp of love’s latest breath,
Trust, ashamed, kneeling by its bed of death,
Friendly lies being brought into,
Tear drops proving, they love the lashes too.
I woke up in a pool of sweat,
‘Nightmare!’; ‘Reality’, for that to happen,
Do you think I will ever let?
And hey, do you think, you play it fair?
You had myheart, thrice to tear!
I wonder what eyes, love put in my head,
They can image nothing beyond you,
Only if I knew where my judgement fled…
I swear, I would have never let go of you.
Oh I remember it was the tears,
That hid the marvel in you,
Leaving me with destiny and fears.
I don’t fear a loss now,
Untrue love, Untrue love, Untrue love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love,
I know such evilness doesn’t brew in you!
I was the one who leapt, across the night
You were right there, even when I wept.
I won’t let unease topple me,
With you not near; Have had enough
Of toiling, with you sarcastic afar!
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Estranging those dusts of the morn
Truth be restored; peace be reborn;
Eyes can reflect each grief and gloom,
Scrutinize me 'fore world's doom.
Ne'er build fences for your heart!
Mark my footsteps o'er my past,
Hold me nothing than your parlance
Thus, adore me — except my tongue.
For eterne time may show my lies;
Howe'er, don't mourn upon each night
Open those eyes for who I am:
Then behoove me — except my tongue.
For future may seize you to change
But my persev'rance lasts no ends;
Bestow love with mere words to drown
And cherish me — except my tongue.
You're my breath, my ears and my voice
Tho 'tis diff'cult to be your choice,
I'll exult to all things I've done
If I'll be loved — except my tongue.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 6:02 AM UTC
Lost,
with thy stranger in this valley of love;
we know nothing when it started
and where the edge will be found.
Entrapped,
from thy mem’ries, but we’ve already escaped;
we hold each other’s heart and mind
to consume the eterne time,
with this intimacy we couldn’t e’er forget.
Wand’ring,
with thy stranger who changed my plans;
and now, if the world seems to blur,
I’d rather to behove thy loving arms.
Trials,
sometimes could lead us to separate the walk;
but in fine of ev’ry misunderstanding,
we could still foresee those chances
to meet our hearts and minds at the same road.
Lessons,
as we crossed thy rivers and climbed thy peaks;
and tears, and smiles defined ev’ry chapter
where this valley that we would take.
Estranging,
thyselves away from the woods, full of dangers;
thine eyes, was once puzzled,
becometh our ways to be unknown:
but still we promised, no promises shall be withered.
Forever,
might be benighted, thus, ne’er enough;
as long as we stand still
with thy hearts and thy minds,
we’d be together walking through this valley of love.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 3:55 AM UTC
I don't want to sleep with you,
Let me explain what I mean when I say that.
Perhaps I should say I don't want to dream with you,
Although actually I would rather dream with you,
But sleep doesn't allow for it.
So what I mean to say is,
I want to dream with you.
I want the room to dissolve around us,
Drift and tumble and throw us into an adventure,
Pull us into hypnotic lull,
Leave us defenceless, cowering at the gates of what has never been,
Braving the streets of what could be.
Confusing us with the vicious wiles of those we know and love,
Rolling every word passed between us into nonsensical compelling narrative,
Composing a suffocating atmosphere from mist and memory.
Leave us to wake with the lingering taste of humming cadence.
In actuality, we're pushed through opposing doors, as night draws on.
It becomes a solo endeavour, non-sequential and estranging.
I'd rather forgo our separate adventures, and vocalise our own,
Painted on the drab walls in our words.
Or wait in silence,
The breaths between us conducting the simplest composition of being.
This is close to what I'm trying to say.
It is simply this;
If I can't dream with you,
I don't want to sleep with you,
As much as I don't want to sleep without you.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
I listen to the lyrics of the world,
damaged goods and sinners;
think,
"Why?
Why should I care about them;
about what's out there;
about me?"
Then I see you.
All alone, usually.
It makes a sad, sad elegy.
Even though you say,
"Relationships ****
I feel differently.
Ballads of love and unity are one of a kind,
conjuring sounds that make you even more euphoric when you talk your sweet talk,
and walk that confident yet conscious stride.
Will this ever be a love,
or will it be a tango of emotions mixed and tormenting?
It's estranging,
feeling this way,
writing of it.
But,
it feels right.
Desperate,
clingy and bizarre;
but right.
No matter what,
I listen to your songs,
in hopes that,
one day,
we'll create our own music.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Sleeping with a full head
i get to wake-up down, and just drone.
The harmonies that gather my teeth
to the bit... are wild melodies that insist
you never loved me enough
to see Us through It.
Down where it counts
It amounts to nothing but a negative wish.
A sublime rendition of a fresh Hell
and a golden carp to haggle with.
The Herrings are red
but the sutures are no ordinary surgeon's hook.
we lace our wings to the bleak grief
of impending kisses
and have our way
with the phantoms
of gross
inertia.
Long Live The Thing !
We recoup our loss by estranging
the legacy of our near miss
from the intimate lull of our unbehaved
conspiracies.
we join the hunt but rest in fell trees
as our foxes run.... and gather what moss
may lay upon such cold
Suns,
We are the first among equals
that divest from a whole sum.
we are the last to be anointed happy
in the sad .
and enjoy none.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
love is so surreal
and estranging
it remains a fragile affinity
with hearts of gold
that break like glass
we meander through our
epiphanies
realizations of true
admiration for another
human being
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
every single day I look up
at the sky for clouds
the nature’s open envelope
blessing serenity to the crowds
every single day I look up
for a thought in my celestial realm
for brief seconds I develop
emotions that overwhelm
one such day I stopped looking
for chaos in time
estranging my friends’ rebuking
like change of words in a rhyme
one such day I stopped looking
to reach people around me
tantamount to fluking
the belief in thee
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
Introspection and retrospection:
He had her in distress as her relationship with her boyfriend was broken,
The relationship would never break in those days,
But these days it is viable as they have brittle foundation and material *******
They don't imbue the feeling when they have to,when they say "I love you"
Loving is not bestowing gifts or texting at 1 and 2 in the nights,nor
Telling that I am thinking of you every moment,
and this hormonal ******* is viable to break at any moment,
"Love is an annihilation of oneself" so that he or she would include another person in to "themselves"
So........
He asked her envisioning that she would share her feelings of distress,
As her habitual reply,she didn't reply to him.....
He doesn't want her to brood on the past,
he wants to tell her that there are always people who will disappoint others,who doesn't understand others....
Love has nothing to do with others...love is your quality....don't have unrealistic expectations from others,it leads to misery.....
In the realm of that thought,
he thought he would console her...
But he doesn't know what she thought...perhaps she wouldn't have thought at all,
It doesn't seem strange to him,although,he knows:His love was always interpreted by her mind,not by her heart....
He spoke to himself
"I am not at least a friend to you,I never was,I don't know If I will....?you cannot even share your feelings to me...I am nothing for you,just a stranger...always...A stranger who is incapable of estranging from you".
He didn't tell her what he thought as he knows she is already in distress,
he doesn't want to be another disturbance or perturbance to her.....
Yes,you have heard it right!!! She always think of him as an annoyance and as an obstacle to her life.....
Perhaps She would never know that he has been an obstacle to make her to stride every higher step in her life....
He doesn't want to tell because he wants her happiness,
she doesn't want to react because she wants her happiness.....
....at least they confluence at the common point of happiness...
The sprouted longing never born a fruit...
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Here on the shore-less ocean of life
we parted lovers weep not alone.
The heavens on seeing grief's goodbye
paleth each star in sympathy's dome
as silent support for human despair.
When grave sounds a knell and kindled
by mortals love appears dead not unaware
is sun or moon of more being willed.
None ordered our future fire be cooled.
Was it nature estranging thyself from me
or destiny's game whose divisive ruling
arranged thine ending and I, incomplete ?
Nay, hope singing on, calls merciful Fate
as ready aid in knowing whatever the soul
be, mine and his beat ever the same
and that somewhere,
somehow and at some waiting time
we pair will again reunite as one whole.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
But when the moon their hollows lights,
And they are swept by balms of spring,
And in their glens, on starry nights,
The nightingales divinely sing;
And lovely notes, from shore to shore,
Across the sounds and channels pour—
Oh! then a longing like despair
Is to their farthest caverns sent;
For surely once, they feel, we were
Parts of a single continent!
Now round us spreads the watery plain—
Oh might our marges meet again!
Who order'd, that their longing's fire
Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd?
Who renders vain their deep desire?—
A God, a God their severance ruled!
And bade betwixt their shores to be
The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC