"evictus" poems - Hello Poetry

Out of the day that covers me, Bright as the Sun from pole to pole, I curse whatever gods may be For my undiscernable soul. In the foul clutch of inevitability I have not convinced my existence void. Under the sufferings of destiny My death is nigh, inevitable. Confined in this place of joys and tears Looms but the Horror of the fate, And yet the transience of the years Renders me unaffected; i have no hate.

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC

ben-caesar

Evictus

Out of the day that covers me, Bright as the Sun from pole to pole, I curse whatever gods may be For my undiscernable soul. In the foul clutch of inevitability I have not convinced my existence void. Under the sufferings of destiny My death is nigh, inevitable. Confined in this place of joys and tears Looms but the Horror of the fate, And yet the transience of the years Renders me unaffected; i have no hate.

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O Evictus, sweet evictus Taste it swell; so sweet’st savour as thy sabbath thy blind’st bliss Thy lov’st pose in front of beauty’s face What a man canst not bear, not forever not ever Thy glare, thy warm’st gaze Long the soiree of fallen touches, canst not a single touch suffice to feel How many fates do we hold dear within ourselves? With the trillions of more of ourselves, there, art we bound..? A soul I yearn to adore Yet like a bourbon rose, the ‘Souvenir de la Malmaison’, a Queen of Beauty and Fragrance, thou hast no great extent My love, be gentle Within me lies a single heart One that wilt forbear mine sight and desires Bring me, once more bliss or bring me sorrow, For if from thou, such art one in the same.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC

jeffmoneysparks

Évictus

O Evictus, sweet evictus Taste it swell; so sweet’st savour as thy sabbath thy blind’st bliss Thy lov’st pose in front of beauty’s face What a man canst not bear, not forever not ever Thy glare, thy warm’st gaze Long the soiree of fallen touches, canst not a single touch suffice to feel How many fates do we hold dear within ourselves? With the trillions of more of ourselves, there, art we bound..? A soul I yearn to adore Yet like a bourbon rose, the ‘Souvenir de la Malmaison’, a Queen of Beauty and Fragrance, thou hast no great extent My love, be gentle Within me lies a single heart One that wilt forbear mine sight and desires Bring me, once more bliss or bring me sorrow, For if from thou, such art one in the same.

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I, maim’d with your wholesomeness, with your heavenly mien. Long the soiree of fallen touches, can not a single palm suffice to feel It comes to mind, the time after the first, we’ve met again. With your smile, your warmest gaze, Had I thought you to be beyond my visage. There you were, touches away. Upon your moon, the loveliest garb of them all, ‘The array of a thousand rubies’ And patently I could not ignore the art varnished over your feet. I knew it too well, The ‘Platinum Guild Stiletto’...by the known Stuart Weitzman A fair woman in her element, who can contest..? I approached, with the slim’st valor I had hoped to fade... If not now, what chance is there after… This now could not have ever been soothsaid. Just a night, a man, and a woman. What may win me this love shall win me eternity… From this farthest gape to the eyes of span, to caress or so graze your lovest parts To touch you Evictus, have I unraveled the origin of touch To taste you Evictus, have I not made one the savour and the desire, the lusciousness and the duende My love , my sweet’st potion of desire This love shan't ever fold for I knowst it true. As this great span held by wonder. Let us pour our lusted parts into the rivers of outness dreams And see without scope the collateral beauty within ourselves I can nevermore gamble your precious heart for mere jewels and riches If ever, I could not bear for our limbs to never interwove in the midst of our coitus Whenas day is born it'll be still, we will be still- in romance and forth in the tombs of ecstasy

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC

jeffmoneysparks

Volaré

I, maim’d with your wholesomeness, with your heavenly mien. Long the soiree of fallen touches, can not a single palm suffice to feel It comes to mind, the time after the first, we’ve met again. With your smile, your warmest gaze, Had I thought you to be beyond my visage. There you were, touches away. Upon your moon, the loveliest garb of them all, ‘The array of a thousand rubies’ And patently I could not ignore the art varnished over your feet. I knew it too well, The ‘Platinum Guild Stiletto’...by the known Stuart Weitzman A fair woman in her element, who can contest..? I approached, with the slim’st valor I had hoped to fade... If not now, what chance is there after… This now could not have ever been soothsaid. Just a night, a man, and a woman. What may win me this love shall win me eternity… From this farthest gape to the eyes of span, to caress or so graze your lovest parts To touch you Evictus, have I unraveled the origin of touch To taste you Evictus, have I not made one the savour and the desire, the lusciousness and the duende My love , my sweet’st potion of desire This love shan't ever fold for I knowst it true. As this great span held by wonder. Let us pour our lusted parts into the rivers of outness dreams And see without scope the collateral beauty within ourselves I can nevermore gamble your precious heart for mere jewels and riches If ever, I could not bear for our limbs to never interwove in the midst of our coitus Whenas day is born it'll be still, we will be still- in romance and forth in the tombs of ecstasy

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By our means be true... My love, let us not ever constellate these motions of energy by feelings so awry but espy wholly the constellations above by way of the frame, by way of the zodiac With both self being visible and invisible, O are we so sidereal To which constellation should we deem our own dear beloved, as we do deserve such honour This fair kosmos is the gift of our truth, and how shall we gage this ecstasy as the scroll of promise? Shall I kiss you in ways, in places I’ve in much time had not Shall we rove the waters of the cave of Melissani, and adore the reflection of ourselves as so the ‘Metamorphosis of Narcissus’ By the sweet nothings of our better coitus, Times whether to rectify our own means or to sate the hormone There can only be you Evictus, if my evictus This love I have for you and the Earth beneath my feet is the infinity within That is all that may define me if I worthy You will see all of me, even if I am in a universe filled with men you well despise So I say; this love shan’t ever fold for I knowst it true - as this great span held by wonder.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC

jeffmoneysparks

The Savour of Five Desires

By our means be true... My love, let us not ever constellate these motions of energy by feelings so awry but espy wholly the constellations above by way of the frame, by way of the zodiac With both self being visible and invisible, O are we so sidereal To which constellation should we deem our own dear beloved, as we do deserve such honour This fair kosmos is the gift of our truth, and how shall we gage this ecstasy as the scroll of promise? Shall I kiss you in ways, in places I’ve in much time had not Shall we rove the waters of the cave of Melissani, and adore the reflection of ourselves as so the ‘Metamorphosis of Narcissus’ By the sweet nothings of our better coitus, Times whether to rectify our own means or to sate the hormone There can only be you Evictus, if my evictus This love I have for you and the Earth beneath my feet is the infinity within That is all that may define me if I worthy You will see all of me, even if I am in a universe filled with men you well despise So I say; this love shan’t ever fold for I knowst it true - as this great span held by wonder.

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