"extents" poems
1165
Contained in this short Life
Are magical extents
The soul returning soft at night
To steal securer thence
As Children strictest kept
Turn soonest to the sea
Whose nameless Fathoms slink away
Beside infinity
5.8k
Discernment of facts escape a blind eye
Incalculable deceit fell upon naive assumptions of decorum
Virtues so easily replaced by a blanket of colorful chattel
Now, countless blankets dance about, as ghosts
on a paved route chosen with intent of endless future passage
And now, to escape the realm of falsities
every eventide is exchanged for repose and closed eyes
Pleasure, promises, and poetry she gave
only to have something to take away
In vengeance of a caustic past
Aphrodite unleashed artful malevolence into a fallen heart
Oh, how so much exists
where there is nothing
Emptiness can be full of such desire
And oh, the bitter taste of sweet words
from the unrestrained lips of a liar
An offering cloaked with savory fruit in cordial hands
Swearing to give it all in the big apple
and then seducing to her roots in the yard
Absorbing a soul
Only to create a martyr of forlorn cause
An abomination can appear so sweet
when emptiness needs filling
A demon from below,
delightful,
before killing
Nostalgia, a trail of footsteps in the mud
Like a fingerprint with an unquestionable owner
Arduous wails reaching the extents of one's universe
as a pawn and patriarch share reflection in the stagnant tide
knowledge of good and evil, once a desire, now a curse
yet, finally held
Gratefully numb with inescapable acceptance
Scott Mitchell
09 Dec 2012
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
Darling, your eyes on me
send my heart to a place of passion,
a place of intensity.
The eyes that belong to my captor,
the ones that captivate me,
enthrall me to extents unknown to others.
Love, your arms around me
secure the love I have for you
to it's correspondent place,
right to you, where I want it,
where you want it.
Those adoring arms,
caramel, caressing, caring,
tell me that no place other than there
is where I should be.
Dear, those pressing lips
that when first mingled with mine
the universe painted my life
with colors unseen to those without love.
Oh, those tender lips!
How understanding
How mature
How amorous
How passionate
I know from the language they speak,
the language mine speak,
that other lips upon mine
would be lost in translation.
Most handsome, your love is
a taste
a glimpse
a gentle touch
of the universe around us.
Your love fulfills me.
It's worth fighting for.
Its value is greater than that
of the many treasures of the world.
It's mine now.
And, I swear,
I will hold it close.
I will hold it as if
the wind could carry it away,
even though the winds
could never steal that from me.
Your love instilled passion into my life.
Your love has set my soul on fire.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Slowly, Patiently losing my mind
Screeching and LOUDLY I'm going blind.
Believing, I was so naive before
I won't trust anymore.
I waited on a dove of hope
to come and help me out this drag
To such extents did I dared scope...
But it was just a Paper Bag
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
You know they say Accounts is boring
Full of rules and such.
But I see in it a beauty,
One that I miss so much.
Accounting is an art,
Not to be framed or praised.
You will never find it hung in galleries,
And most will not be amazed.
It has in its insipid placidity
A calmness, stillness of being
It prizes precision, stoic obedience
And an unquestioning routine.
In its so called predictability
Many are led to be jaded
To do something the same way over and over
They find that the novelty has faded.
But to me it is a land
Where man rules with his mind and his hand
Where everything has a place to be
And a counter- part to keep it company.
I miss so much the process
Of allocating what needs to be.
I ache sometimes for that closure
The drawing of double lines, you see.
Because amidst the raging chaos
Of our bubbling minds
Accounts demands discipline
And control of some kind.
I don’t find this stifling
I find in it a peace
A closure most of life doesn’t offer
And with its balance sheets, a release.
It’s nice to make sense for a change
Of our haphazard world
Where everything belongs somewhere
And nothing is left unheard.
Accounts, you are well adjusted
Perhaps too much to a fault
People are tired of your perfection
The balance you bring, the halt.
But I in my maze of a mind
Love to do a few sums
That start of like puzzles
But end up being fun
Mostly because there are answers
That are arguably right
This absoluteness maybe a construct
But I’m willing to suspend my insight
And go along with something
For once that keeps me on track
Accounts you are meditation
You demand concentration that most people lack.
Poetry is applauded
Poetry is acclaimed
But in the real world, it is you who are useful
Although you don’t have any fame.
You are also a quiet achiever
That doesn’t boast of your strengths
Rarely a loud inspiration
That does not go to great extents.
You are not melodramatic
Nor do you lure peoples with guise
What you see is what you get.
No gimmicks and no lies.
You teach me of a denied truth
That reality is boring.
Your philosophy is order and balance
Your karmic world sends me soaring.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
Thank you
For the flashbacks
The recurring theme
The cursed motif
I hailed into the closet
From behind the sheets
I could not comprehend
The depression
Though I knew its extents
The contents
Of its origin
I could not mend
You lengthened the bend
Thank you
For setting fire to my heart
The ultimate pyre
I’ve been reborn
And forever shall your
Essence lift to the tops of trees
And, looking for breeze,
Sink instead to the dirt
And sweating leaves
Of parchment you shall never read
The scripture that strengthens
My soul-
The harmonies that have turned me
Inside out
And allowed me to see
My heart deformed
Reformed
You will rest in rot
Yellow
And
Decay
Thank you for
Dangling the wrench
Challenging me to endure
The extraction of teeth
I am removing
I am re
Moving
My love
And loyalty
And sensuousness
From the snares
Placed in vain
My veins run clean
I am recreating
A scene
A feature
A fissure
Between life
And death
I am
Fire
Rain
The original
Spring
I am swelling forth
And catching flies
I am making prints
On earth and sky
I am giving birth
To myself
I am here
Hear me,
Thank you
For throwing me down
The stairwell
And creating the echo
That woke me
And burned me
And washed me
Clean.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
Hold my hand through the bars,
we can learn how to live all over again.
Mind your Ps and Qs, keep them in a penny purse.
wear your orange jump suit backwards,
live out your sentence in reverse.
Crinkled, crumpled and recyclable,
throw yourself away.
You know that it'll take eleven kps
for any real escape,
yet you try nonetheless.
The sticks and stones, the pebbles I've thrown
don't leave traceable dents.
There’s a mountain made of
boxes I nailed shut, long ago
I mailed them to myself, with a shove.
Up to your cell, wobble towers,
tiny boxes creating stairs
The edges curled, cardboard grew ridges,
the cutout dream
caught fire to my bridges.
We couldn't have turned back,
had we tried.
Etched into the walls,
messages to future prisoners;
instructions on avoiding cafeteria calls.
Hiking boots with cleated treads
for steep hills, rocky cliffs.
The extents gone to freeing the caught,
comfortable behind their striped shadows
are left unnoticed and left to clot.
Used napkins on tourist ferry seats,
cheap asian sauce hiding jail blueprints.
Hide in the elevator shaft,
I’ll meet you in the back stairwell.
You bring life jackets, I’ll bring the raft.
We can pretend the verdict swung
and go back to being free enough to visit supermarkets.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
lets be honest
let me be honest
when I speak of the precautions
of the extents
where my skin feels the need to come off my body
I dont know if I want to wait till it sheds
or if I choose to be intolerant
and simply rip it off my muscle
the skin that you have touched
let it ware away
anything please
just let this violence settling on top of my being
just ware away
I have been there
in the inner most deep depths of your freckles
and Im meddled
so lost
in your extrgavance
something put me out of this state
and the last time we spoke, I spoke to you with a tone of hatred
and I would never let you know
that, moment was my love manipulated
into something so much deeper than what we were
and why is that
why are you
you
and why am I me
and things trail down this little road of our
personal caotic catasrophe
the clouds bleed out our meaning
everyday
when the sun is out
and its light everyday
and it brings me into a retreat
you make the light do this to me
hopefully
somewhere in between the stories
ill find myself pleading
and then I will find an answer
to this endless mind thought
love forgive me
the passion itself
please
your hands so female
declare suffocation in every bone
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
The sweetest words escape a mouth full of lies
You think I am unaware
I see beyond the disguise
I know what love means
I know how love feels
I know the love we have
Just isn’t real
Stuck in the daydream
Of a hopeless romance
We started out perfectly
I thought it would last
The passion addicting
The *** –amazing
Your kisses breathtaking
But I was mistaken...
Your exterior perfection
The interior heartbreaking...
You are not who you say you are
My trust now abused
Drawing an ending sooner than we both knew
No more second
No more third
No more fourth and so on chance
My patience for you has now reached its max
I try to forgive
I try to forget
But you lie and you lie
Again and again
I believe you
The audacity you present
To look me in my eyes and say
I Love you
I Love...you
With a mouth full of lies
The facade of innocence long overdue
This deception now expected
Years you've perfected the craft
A true player’s form
Always sure to cover your tracts
But I was always two steps ahead of you
I had only turned a blind eye
Accepting less than deserved
Now I question why
I am finished now
No more second
No more third
No more fourth and so on Chance
Love does not lie
Love does not cheat
Love does not cause pain to extents I weep on my knees
But still I thought I loved you
I thought I needed you
I wanted you
But you are not the one for me
This love not pure
Tainted, young and naive
I too shall move on
I too shall love again
I too shall be happy and live with sustenance
Fall deeper in love than the earth’s core
Meet someone who digs deeply enough they find my broken soul
They will pick up the pieces to securely heal me
Then I will say honestly
To the love who is true
I Love you.
Sincerely
I. Love. You.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind:
His or her heart and soul to forever find!
Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds
To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides
Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds!
Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides!
In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds
Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands”
A kiss is a stamp of love
To feel your breath warmth in mine
An emboss, an assurance of love
Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight
Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal
Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other
The beauty and peace of your voice
Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever
Is an indelible engrave of our love
Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul
Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears
A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart
To hear the heart beat of your heart
In the strong embraces of your arms
It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever!
An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever
To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows
To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations
Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love
You are mine, there is no way I will let you go!
I will fight for you, I will care for you!
I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever
I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents
Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct
We will watch the earth form and deform together
Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever
Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever
When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade
When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter
And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella
When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares
I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure
When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth
When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody
And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods
To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart
In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust!
Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
My deepest desire?
Hold you in my arms for one blissful moment, one last time.
My greatest joy?
Watching your rare, handsome smile.
It made my heart flutter to painful extents.
Those warm early summer nights, where our bodies moved as one.
Your taste, your smell, your touch, the feel of your skin under my fingers
Those short, brief expressions of early love.
I knew how hard it was for you to mutter them.
And I was grateful, happy and fulfilled. For it was hard for me too.
Your gentle ways, the absolute pleasure of your company.
Finally, two lone wolves have found each other.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
Distance and time created an insurmountable rift.
The perpetual silences, the lies, the disrespect. The void of confusion.
The love I felt soon became resentment, then anger.
Refusing to go down without a fight, that is my warrior nature.
My words of concern where only met with drunken mockery. Condescending. Smugness.
He never loved me. Something changed. It was useless.
No explanations that would soothe a chaotic heart.
Sometimes, the best thing is just to walk away.
But the rage and confusion remain, like fire embers on a dark night.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
*The iced night kissed the closed window with frost.
There you lay fitting against me like a puzzle piece
As the tangerine fire scintillates in front of our bodies
Leaving shadows of paintings on your skin.
An ocean is flowing through your hand as you trace
The stardust freckles sprinkled upon my face.
Poems of ardent passion are being exhaled from your
Lungs. The moon is playing Al Bowlly’s tunes of 1930 love.
Can you hear? I want nothing more than for you to
Consume me whole right this moment. You quench my
Thirsty body in your red wine kisses. I am wholly yours
In a way I will never be anyone else’s. Feed my soul
Your impassioned heart and dig your teeth into mine.
For my heart is yours, Love. Our cardiac muscles are
Beating in sync with each other. We are one. Molded
Into your skin, and you in mine, our souls meet on
The border of our physical life and the realm of the next.
Euphoria and love is seeping through our bodies making
Our somatosensory system heightened to extents
Of ******** happiness. Your eyes kiss into mine words
of I love you. This is where we belong. You found me.*
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
I fall in love with facets, and the degrees and extents to which things circumnavigate about individuals, experiences, and those betwixt and be beyond either. My love for everything and everyone develops about these multi-faceted musings evoked in atomic and energy form about and within myself. Thank YOU for being you, especially the raw things beyond your control - I appreciate you not burnishing your edges/grit.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
I owe a great deal
To the friends I hardly knew
For granting me memories
Of happiness and adventure
I thought possible only in dream
To laughter with each meal
Heartfelt tears in Shanghai grew
Sprouting lifetimes of stories
Of a fantasy
Against all odd
To the tunes of Parisian melody
Boasting a Holy Romantic seal
Beyond what possibly may seem
To the friends I hardly knew
May life smile on you
Bring you fortunes
And faithful kinships
To aid you when we part
Know what I say is true
From the run through Thai dew
And admiration of tropical art
It is but I thank you
From the truest extents of my heart
Though lost in Dublin street
Even though we may again never meet
From the highest of Highlands
We will never truly part
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Trouble loves to find its way back to your place,
All in your house,
All in your face,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes.
Hailing all the way from Florida a black kid with some
Chill, with a lot of enemies he wishes he took the red pill,
Looking for some solidarity and maybe some clarity but I know
That I can't get it anymore, ain't no more heroes left flying with capes
To the heaven's that brings us together even when your sore,
Death tolls take the floor,
Let the Lord wash his hands,
Then Get Back to washing yours,
The laws are raging and it's war,
The prophecy is inescapable for,
Reasons we can't explain and ignore,
Look for the light as it gleams,
Not closer to death than what it seems,
Most of the things in this world would distract to come to
Extents by any means,
Better be swimming through these streams,
Better be knowing what is important,
Ain't a single life that is important than a cultures lifespan that's
Been shortened
Trouble loves to find its way back to your place,
All in your house,
All in your face,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
These mere words can't capture,
The things I hold inside,
They dance and tease, just out of reach,
The monotonous draw just not quite.
The rhyming poems do not rhyme,
The sentences bland and bleak,
The quotes and sayings out of time,
The powerful seem weak.
The story sometimes moves too fast,
Sometimes far too slow,
The characters aren't alive,
The paragraphs don't flow.
The twists are pitiful and turns are weak,
And easy to predict,
The truth as truth is never true,
And sense doesn't click.
It doesn't weave into a web,
But into a chaotic knot.
Where grass is blue, and crystals grey,
Straying from the plot.
My thinking far too twisted,
For people to understand,
------------------------------------------------
for all extents and purposes, this poem has been left incompleted. Partly because it will amplify the meaning of this poem, mostly because I'm dead tired and can't be bothered. Feel free to use it, just put my name on it and send me a message so I can see.
XOXO
S. Cain
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
In Search of Truth
The path that I had chosen for the achievement of the eternal truth is giving me nothing now. It started asking me questions, tough to answer and tough to listen too.
I overlooked the mesmerized turns and went straight towards the eternal truth but it now seems like it is not the truth which I am looking for.
I became pliable for those paths which served a lot of misrepresentations and I took them. They cause me to believe that I am close but I am getting further away.
We speak, we talk, we laugh in accordance with that they shall see us in the order but forgets the main reason's concern too.
I didn't have any idea that I shall find myself broken into the various footsteps of the way to accomplish rather I thought that I have my own way to attain the truth.
In search of myself first, I see nothing which has happened to be taken from entering into my own aspects but found it is portrayed by some others.
In the meantime, if there is a way to exit this path I shall pay for it to my extreme extents eradicating eloquent evincing enemies eternally; my own deceiving traits from my real face.
Horrendous hollows hanging horribly in this way, I can choose the other but then the truth shall also be redefined which is not the thing which I want.
So what's the thing going to happen? Let it happen? I don't want it to happen I want some other things to happen happily. But it will happen whether I do anything but yes I can make it happen for my own good sake and for my truth also.
Let the world come against me I shall fight fearlessly and cause a turbulence of revolution in the way and clear away all those fanatical footsteps and let the liberal moves of mine to fill the hollows and construe the way once again that, 'now it is the one which I expected and when all those questions shall become mere rumors of paradoxical ruins and of utmost pomposity. In that way which I believed and make the era believe shall be my way and that clears away all the barriers, In Search of Truth...'
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
I'M OPPRESSED BY AN EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM WHERE CODES OF CONDUCT GET DRILLED UPON A BLACK INDIVIDUAL BECAUSE OF HAIR COLOUR THAT DOESNT QUITE MATCH THEIR TINT.
TO EXTENTS WHERE THEY CAN FORCE YOU TO TURN BACK ON YOUR HUMAN RIGHT TO LEARN.
WHEREAS THE SAME WHITE INDIVIDUAL WHO TRANSFER THEIR HAIR COLOUR FROM BROWN TO BLONDE CAN SIT AND RECEIVE AN EDUCATION WE BOTH PAYED FOR.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
For all extents and purposes, you were a skinny boy with long eyelashes that should have been forgotten immediately. Except that you weren't. You hung around in my head for months, and you're still hanging around in there. Making pure poetry it seems, since writing about you and holding you are the only things that satiate my need, and holding you isn't really an option anymore.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
karmic eventuality - II
06/26/2021
there, in the midsts of opulence , stood I
floors of alabaster marble, columns of Marquina black,
open in all directions, including the heavens above,
gradual elevation, in key motif, to a higher standard,
seated on Lapis Lazuli, judges of the day
standing in that magnificent hall of justice,
creators, of opposing representation, themselves present,
when one, known by all, in positivity, meaning God,
looks down upon my disheveled appearance,
reflecting true extents of my deeds performed,
asks, “what shall be my judgement?”
I respond, “let my existence cease, that be my punishment.”
then, His brethren, from the nether world, the Satan,
asks, “what shall be my judgement?”
I respond, “let my existence cease, that be my reward.”
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
Whether you're racist or not?
Accept the freedom of others to protest.
Maybe from your perspective, they are wrong.
Then that's just your opinion.
Then you probably part of that group that still enjoy so much freedom.
Secluded in your neighborhood of security.
Trying to deny other group their chances to achieve their dreams.
The group that use political rules to hold others back.
While they use the same tricks of the trade to get ahead like in the past.
Then, this is probably too much truth.
The Civil Rights Act didn't advantage everyone.
Just stated to offer opportunity to everyone with out your hatred involved.
Oh, sure the group that cries freedom also the one crying foul without realizing where others are coming from?
Then when exposed as a little bit hampering on being a racist.
They like a politicians use they miscontexted my words.
But they the words that you said.
Don't cry any amendments about guns without addressing the freedom to protect and speak.
Strange when companies won't recognize a union that this same group cries foul for unjust fairness to get raises.
And attack those crossing the line to still provide for their families.
THE GREATEST thing about America is the freedom and rights with this country to do your will to certain extents.
Why?
Do you think others travel miles to get here?
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
I sometimes live
To the fullest of fullest extents.
I shine so ******* bright
And elevate everyone around me
With positive energy.
Positivity.
But, really
Time is just elapsing.
Time is wasted on making memories.
Only to disappoint you
When I'm not around.
I sometimes die
Inside.
I break.
I break down and fall the **** apart.
I hide in the deepest corners of my mind.
And something inside sometimes screams
Climb!
Climb!
Climb!
But I bite my nails
So I can't latch on.
And my body is frail
So I can't even walk.
I succumb to my fate.
The inevitable.
The welcomed.
The hopeful last breath
I'll ever have to take.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC