"etherial" poems
if the god of impulse and
furious fire decides to strike our
planets with etherial combustion,
then let us bathe each other in
plasma, let us crack like red glass
into madness, let us mine deep into
our lungs for oxygen and tie our wrists
tight with the bonds, proud, covalent,
bursting forth, so exothermic that
the molten waves submerge us.
we are not two animals who have succumb to
the embers of electromagnetism. we are plates in
the lithosphere who have built infernal mountains
across the ocean floor, millennia of melting together
atop the blazing peaks.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
"I grant you ample leave
To use the hoary formula 'I am'
Naming the emptiness where thought is not;
But fill the void with definition, 'I'
Will be no more a datum than the words
You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so'
That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl.
Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web
With vibrant ether clotted into worlds:
Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I'
Turns nought but object, melts to molecules,
Is stripped from naked Being with the rest
Of those rag-garments named the Universe.
Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong
You make it weaver of the etherial light,
Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time --
Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments? --"
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I feel like summer,
Like sunlight and humidity,
A delight but also a force to be recond with
Capable of reviving your wilted soul
But still etherial
Ghostly.
I feel like winter
Chilling to the bone
Unwanted
Misunderstood yet packed with potential.
My moods are of the fall,
Gloomy
But if you look closer,
Much closer
you might find beauty in my colors
In the sunset orange
In the faded green
Around my cracked edges.
I feel like spring,
Touched with new beginnings
A part of the equinox
Of mysterious and outerworldy things
A fraction of the universe.
I feel like the distant waves
Overflowing with ups and downs
Unstable
Yet exciting
Wanting and calling
Seducing
I feel like the kiss you left on my cheeks,
Immortal.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
As I sip succulent absinthe
from the mouth of a cyan sea,
I succumb to a seductive grin
and sell my soul to thee.
There it is, a dappled smirk,
on your sinful lips as well,
and now that you are willing,
we have a tangled tale to tell.
Come now my sweet euphoria.
Caress me in your kiss.
Send me a twisted alibi
and wrap me in utter bliss.
I am the tainted murmur,
I am the nimbus quick,
and as one, we are miasma,
to the sickest of the sick.
Your skin a sweet oasis,
my hands a greedy verve,
the sense of touch engulfs us,
and we muster up the nerve.
No couple more visurient,
none filled with more desire,
no passion burning brighter
than that which we perspire.
We slow from our nirvana,
and slumber into mist,
dreaming of how it all began
with one etherial kiss.
By: Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Face in midnight
morning
like a fortune tellers crystal soul
sparkles forth from her flow--
dragonfly wings
aglow,
stories float off the tongues
from celestial waves
of knowledge books only
seen in etherial spaces
sacred words drip
from
our pens & fingers--
energy courses gallops
from cherry blossom lives to present
we remember,
we tend to flames
throw names
and pains
& grains into the eyes
of fire,
heal with liquid life,
float toward the light of the moon
soon
one mind
doors
red
black
& pine
rocks silently slowly unwinding
time toward consciousness nature love brain
a warm Kali embrace
a chilly Shiva cleanse..... ......... . ........... .. ......... ... ....... .... ..... .....
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
From dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th’ enraptur’d innocent has wing’d her flight;
On the kind ***** of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
This known, ye parents, nor her loss deplore,
She feels the iron hand of pain no more;
The dispensations of unerring grace,
Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise;
Let then no tears for her henceforward flow,
No more distress’d in our dark vale below,
Her morning sun, which rose divinely bright,
Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night;
But hear in heav’n’s blest bow’rs your Nancy fair,
And learn to imitate her language there.
“Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown’d,
“By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound
“Wilt thou be prais’d? Seraphic pow’rs are faint
“Infinite love and majesty to paint.
“To thee let all their graceful voices raise,
“And saints and angels join their songs of praise.”
Perfect in bliss she from her heav’nly home
Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come;
Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans?
Restrain your tears, and cease your plaintive moans.
Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain,
Why would you wish your daughter back again?
No—bow resign’d. Let hope your grief control,
And check the rising tumult of the soul.
Calm in the prosperous, and adverse day,
Adore the God who gives and takes away;
Eye him in all, his holy name revere,
Upright your actions, and your hearts sincere,
Till having sail’d through life’s tempestuous sea,
And from its rocks, and boist’rous billows free,
Yourselves, safe landed on the blissful shore,
Shall join your happy babe to part no more.
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Such a playful synergy
Your heart strings and mine
Thrumming on our frequencies
Drawing fourth sacred energy
Running on light beams
Dipping our toes into notes
And hands wafting in melodies
Dizzying highs and resounding lows
Shattering boredom
Stepping on apathy
And plucking joy from the air
A glorious spiritual liturgy
How beautiful now since we've learned to pray
Drawing such sublime adventures
Going this way and that
Shuffling the order of truths and mystic mysteries
Coming full circle where withall
then bounding off again.
Such a lifting of feet
a symphony of etherial musings
The tethering of our minds eyes
innocent daydreams
Making a mockery of darkness
Shining in the glory light beams
Bloated with gladness
Soaring with hopes
Soul Edifying
And that's just the beginning
Of our poetry.
Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
do not forget
about the ten foot fire roaring in your chest
or the electric current pulsing through your fingertips.
you carry all the wild power of the crashing sea and
the earth's molten core burning splendor below your feet.
you contain the potency
of one thousand volcanoes in simultaneous eruption,
you wield the fervor of tsunamic destruction,
and hold the clout of countless suns.
you are an unrestrained cosmic undulation
shooting etherial bolts of lightning.
leaving trails of stardust in your wake,
you plant seeds of galaxies where the ground splits in after-quake.
you speak castles into the sky
and summon purple moons to dance by your side.
you, are a fearsome mystic darling -
remember this when you awaken each morning.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
i wish i were a sea shell
a perfect spiral fit to be cradled in your palm
something for you to focus on
when the noise you've spent so long focusing on
becomes too much to interpret
i wish i were a sea shell
a direct line between you and the cosmos
the etherial red phone
you press to your ear to hear what your heart already knows your brain needs reminded of
the swish of blood and grey matter
that steadies your flippant pulse
i wish i were a sea shell
deemed too relevant upon your moment of discovery
to leave at rest with the other detritus
exposed at low-tide
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
* * * * *
I saw my reflection
in an ethereal mirror
My face I could see
vision so clear
blending with all eternity
Ripples of light
emanating forth
Ancestors behind me
a knowing loving force
ribbons in hues of celestial colors
Held within faces
of all humankind
blending perfectly
from the beginning of time
my blood tracing back to first mother
Acknowledging all strength
from beauty now shown
Acknowledging truth
I have always known
I carry all within my heart
I carry all within my mind
Knowledge of survival, truth, divine
I release my consciousness from
earthly tethers
I choose to surrender
I choose to surround
myself with
Pure Love
Pure Light
Pure Sound
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Why do you think you’re so weird all the time? it’s nothing more than insecurity
*not entirely, it’s society mainly, social norms can’t be something I accustom to
you know that flaley
spellcheck made it difficult because it changed your name to flakey
which would be accurate in description but from depiction you’re
there as can be which most of the time makes people think you’re
creepy which maybe you are or maybe you just care too much*
stop getting my ******* in a bunch
you’re not an uncomfortable pair of overalls
i like writing: i like
and stuff i feel it makes living seem real and etherial ******** like those rambles and made-up words like quwanamble
*this is probably why you didn’t make it to the second round in the poetry slam
and why you’re so embarrassed of your poetry because you know you go ham
in the most personal narcissistic way, kinda puts the bad at bay
but only until the vyvanse wears off and
your **** jar is empty
and your cigarettes have been smoked
and all your klonopin has been digested
and your bank account is empty
and the only thing left to take out your self pity on
is this poetry*
i like writing words like cigarettes
and rhyming them with causal **** like
regrets
i miss my studded cardigan, i regret leaving it at toads place
i regret smoking all those cigarettes
but that doesn’t mean I won’t smoke another one
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
Conches and cymbals rend the air peering
into the mists of time vast like the snow-
clad peak, ancient that shines in the cells as
in the stars, matted whose locks gather the
sky-river in their folds, bearing the moon-
shell on his brow, merged in etherial that
datum where shine neither the moon nor stars
still like heavens that serpents slither lone
the one beyond all dual, red-hued like
the glacier anointed nigh at dusk
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Such a wind today! The air
seems almost solid. Impossible
to go out in it.
Swifts invoking anti-gravity
lean on the air with sickle wings,
slice upward through it;
hang weightless at the peak,
then accepting the pull of earth,
hurtle downhill on kamikaze ski-run,
a mutual slalom, each avoiding
a hundred twisting obstacles;
alter their angle to the air, and rise again
up invisible gradients,
a swooping, soaring ballet with the wind,
its complex choreography
conceived in the tiny brains
of a hundred separate birds.
One pair, suddenly detached,
wings fluttering, wheel and plunge,
circle each other in an aerial
ice-dance pas de deux,
stunt kites without strings;
return to the flock, and are replaced
by another, and another, virtuoso couple.
The whole etherial stage is full
of improvisational star turns.
Such a wind! Impossible
for this earthbound human
to go out in it.
I'll stay and watch the show.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
This wind sounds of wolves,
Stampeding across the world,
Children devouring souls,
Lead the child,
In knowing my name,
So know this,
With the etherial handshake,
In the province of hatred,
This is Your curse,
I'll drink to your demise,
Blackened skies,
Behold the valleys,
Covered in frost,
Fathom this,
Appreciate,
Approbate,
And recognize,
The martyrs cost,
Paying for blood,
In vast sin,
Raise your glasses,
I'll salute,
Heres to you,
And many more.
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
darling gypsy flower how I adore you girl
rhythmic, teasing, bright light dancer how I love you
your essence, your glimmering, shining smile
the way your lips curl up when I kiss you
golden voiced whisperer of my sweetest wishes
poetry your only language, how you speak to me
I am yours and no money can buy me
you are mine and no trial can take you
my faith is only in you and you are completion
you are my island and I find ecstasy in every bite
down your neck
over your shoulders
tasting your tummy
my hands, I trace you like I was painting you on smooth paper
you are my wandering star how you sing to me
with every beat I feel your music
gorgeous gypsy explorer how you stroll through me
my
etherial
baby love crush
how I need you
and darkness never takes you from my sight
I see you even in my dreams
when you sleep I count your breaths each a blessing
when I wake to you I know happiness
my
every reason
every change of season I am with only you
I hear only your words
"love me"
and I do
deep into my being
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Staring, Glaring, Unblinking
They are familiar and terrifying
A lost love scratching her way
back to material existence...
A fallen friend seeking etherial
companionship...
A family member longing
For the comforts of home...
An ancient foe
Exacting revenge with nightly torment...
A wispy passerby
Simply attracted to the lamp's glow...
Or is it Death peeking in
Checking on the doneness of this life.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
She moves with such fluidity in your atmosphere draping herself like sheer satin, elegantly etherial...
I feel like cotton underpants
My mouth heavy with words that refuse to reach for air and tie my tongue down and crowd around my throat
My foot steps are heavier, earthier, than her tip toe grace
Elegant hands drape so adorningly over your shoulders
Her eyes dance with depth
her lips sing with spirited conversation
Mine a steady and constant gaze deep and unyielding
with lips given to sullenness,
And still you gravitate towards me as if she didn't exist
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
I've always been a fan of distress.
Maybe it's the broken words that get woven into melodies,
that I would relate to in the past, but remember in the present.
The heart breaks in hall ways and idling cars.
The bitter bedrooms, queen sized quilts of cluelessness,
Pessimism encompassing optimism as the day surrenders to night
and no aubades are sung.
I've also always been a fan of love,
A beautiful mind I wouldn't mind exploring.
Searching for love can wear a person out,
so I became my other half, and I learned to love who I am.
I fell in love with the idea of being in love with life.
And when you came into my life, etherial and honest
something out of a book I've never read.
The poems in every chapter that appear as we evolve are beautiful.
I still have a soft spot for the melancholy.
I'm still in love with the fine, light rain that falls in the evening hours,
the serenity of silence and aubades as the sun expires.
But I'm also in love with you and your undying ability to love me.
I've gotten to know your mind, your body, your countless strengths and the imperfections you see in yourself but I can't.
The way your words convey confidence and belief.
I don't know if the universe fights for souls to be together,
but I think some things are just too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
It was a fraction of a flicker,
Though it seemed so drawn out
passing through each other's spiritual planes
It all rushed through me,
An instant in forever
like time didn't mean a ****
And none of the writhing pain remembered,
until well and truly sobered,
And not in any depth,
even now in this forced reflection
Writing this useless scrawl
seeking a justification
for our concrete separation.
No luck.
The universe won't answer
The Sands of Time
keep slipping through
the glass walls that dive us.
Only the deepest sleep
brings the opportunity
To skip amongst the stars
cast away the game of hide and seek,
To play joyfully our celestial kiss chasey,
To catch each other in our arms,
Where the empty spaces of youare filled
And meld into a complete
Alchemic etherial union.
But like sleep,
astral dreams must end.
The light of reality
breaks through the window,
And I know every degree of separation
Our crueltly is the highest true sacrifice of our kind
The highest love requires the highest trust
And belief that nothing else matters
But the ethereal elevation
of every version of existence,
The karmic heart lessons must be learned
The test must be endured
I've drawn out every awakening
I've walked around in circles waiting for you
Every chance I slip,
Every time I see you again
With these earthly eyes
Feel your presence with this grounded soul,
I don't want to come home
But it's all in vain
I'm ready to leave this test,
I have to go;
The stars are calling,
hurry dearest love,
I dont want to go
Please,
don't make me goto another plane
without you.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
your silence is deafening, darling.
pour me another cup of misunderstanding
and i'll chug it down to ease
the choking passage of razors through my throat,
the singe of blood soaked vocal chords.
the emptiness of your bones
has propelled me to project ancient tomes
to consume hollowness, to color in absence.
i have cued all the thunderstorm songs
and i'm humming along in watery refrain
sluggishly off beat and out of key
to keep the fog from suffocating me.
there was a roaring fire
that's been smothered
by the vacuuming of oxygen.
void swallows void,
fantasy births ghoulish reality.
the moon stands half mast tonight,
stars falling as tears into the sea,
flooding tidal waves rolling over, over
churning lost hands up to hold a choppy surface.
forsake all promises
but cherish me, still.
love takes her last steps off a jagged cliff
and into an etherial hell.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Etherial touches urging into heated strokes
and a declaration of unwavering love.
gasps of 'oh how beautiful i look'
while devouring the mead of my generosity,
complements falling from your mouth
with every ****** an oath of desire
but i heard none of it
all i could see was her picture,
wiping every word from your mouth.
The doubtress flaunting my pain.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
You remind me
Of summer rain
And afternoons spent in that hazy
Green and
gray
Someone stop me
Because something’s begun
That etherial warmth
Wind between the trees
And raining in the sunlight
I’m afriaid that this will end
Before it’s really begun
And I try to
Distance
From
But
everytime I think
The rain trickles down
And I can’t stop
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
Friday night lights got me lit up in neon
The sound brings forth an etherial light
Galaxies are made in the great beyond
In the sound of underground bands tonight
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC