"explorable" poems
We need the tonic of wilderness
the land and sea. Indefinitely wild.
Unsurveyed and unfathomed.
A taste of beautiful cultivated outdoors
I wanted to live deep
and **** the marrow out of life
but we loiter in the winter
while it is already spring
The surface of the Earth
soft and impressable
carving deep
ruts of tradition and conformity
I’d rather go before the mast
on deck of the world.
Mysterious and explorable
amid the moonlight and mountains.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Are we living in a dream, girl?
You look better than my dream girl.
You're all that and a bag of chips.
I kinda laugh when you mad as ****
Cuz that face you make's adorable,
I feel like Napoleon, your body is explorable.
Yea, cuz you relieve the stress in me.
One touch, you caressing and ********** me.
Need a hero? Well, I could be your great knight
Lost in the clouds, you're an angel, we could take flight.
This love? you should never bottle it.
Perfection, baby girl, you embody it!
I hope you say 'I do'.
I'll do anything or try to.
There's nothing I won't buy you
Baby, it's no lie, i think you are my idol.
Soo, please do not stay idle.
Such a beauty, you're an eyeful.
Now can I get a pieful?
I'm your hero, you're the princess in my Hyrule.
Like a bird, babe I'm fly, boo.
You got me feeling high, too.
I swear I'll make you mine soon.
1 outta 10, you are a 5... times two.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
Ah poetry…
Which lifts me and takes me high…
Which gifts me and makes me sigh…
Which knows me and gets me close to real..
Which shows me how great it feels…
Which tells me, it's all explorable…
Which makes me learn, it's all plausible…
Which tells me that it is still real..
Even when it's surreal…
Ah poetry..
Which makes me forget all that is tragic..
Which hence, makes me believe in magic…
Which is a reward, so much, that I succumb to nirvana..
Which is uncensored, so much, that I emote unprejudiced…
Ah poetry..
Till eternity..
Keep encouraging me, more than me…
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own
I hear the black bird sing
such a vague song of resonance
moving far beyond the island
abandoned meteors
explorable demeanour
the unsolvable perimeter
permeable centimeters
such a rant on a cold winter
Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own
I sense the herd of the sheep flock
such a surmountable collusion
moving up the high mountains
applauded exposure
explainable composure
the simultaneous apprehension
such a rant o a cold winter
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC