Eylids poems on Hello Poetry

Invocation Feb 2015

Sore

It's so far away now, after a day like today.
This happened before, and I've not learned to remedy
Lying in wait for daybreak to come late so I break and I
fall into sheets for another moment in time
hours upon hours I'll spend in the far reaches
Will you find me there?

Can we sleep?
I want to end the day
I want to close my eyes
I want to fade away
I want you to come with me
Can we sleep?

You're talking of something, I'm sure it's intruiguing
My clothes are drying, I'm sure there's a better way
My room smells of vinegar and vanilla, believe me
I don't like this distance either, but it could change soon
I know you dread them, but I dread them for purpose
I'd love to touch your hair

Can we sleep?
I want to feel some silence
I want to close my eylids
and see what's behind them
even if darkness
Can we sleep?

I'll be the house maid if you get me drunk
We can play games
We can sleep

Steers and queers <3

Mark Lecuona Jun 2015

The Sober Mind

There has never been a time
There has never been a moment
Everything you know and feel
Came from someone else’s torment

Until you felt your own

They taught you to feel their own
It was everything they believed
Only a newborn baby
And yet it was you who was deceived

Because they did not know

They did not know you
But you drew their love near
You couldn’t speak of it
While they read rhyme mask fears

Fears that could only smile

The is no enhancement of consciousness
Without the removal of nails from your mind
The release of the self by empathy
Is a butterfly that no longer wears a sign

A sign that is not of its own making

Ripping off its eylids
No matter the sun
Killing the prince
For love is no Machiavellian

Cynicism is grief of a clever sort

No hallucination from mother’s breast
No sense of urgency for rejecting truth
Unaffected by life is an impossibility
Until foolishness becomes a strength of youth

Because foolishness is sincerity naked

Falling our entire life
But never released by gravity
A scream of expectation
The treachery is the lack of humanity

They talk freedom but who can live with it?

It’s in how I choose to walk
It’s when I decide to smile
A flower from stone
Indifference from style

Which is it anyway?

And if I try to soon be who I am
I wonder if everyone I knew would leave
What I was seemed to be something to love
But if they only knew how it is that I grieve

It was not how I wanted it to be

#truth #consciousness #lifewithoutdrugs

Dishes Sep 2015

Untitled

where the sun cant reach tehre are things light couldnt create the beauty of so darkness had its way with evolution,
those things know more than we about the warmth of frigid water and we more than they about the suns loving embrace, but I dont long to feel the sun lap at my closed eylids, nor do I long to taste the suns radiation like the oceans salt and nor do I prefer any sensation but her touch to that of the oceans and never will I find an embrace as widely accepting as the waters

Natalia mushara Jun 2015

eyelid pain

R.I.p Brian
For your name shall be above my eylids

Micheal Wolf Nov 2018

Whisper she said

Whisper she said as her lids grew heavy, as the day ended and her bed beconed.
"Don't let them know" was what she said, in Orwellian terms still a rebel redhead!

Whisper oh whisper! So no other hears and steals you words and enslaves your dreams.
A rallying cry at 00.01 as her eylids closed and she snuggled down.

A rebel at heart and a heart all her own, memories of her when I was young. The Mary Quant of our local pub an Icon of my wasted youth.

A lifetime ago, well maybe half and then one day there she was! Sat listening to a guy on gutiar, no mistaking it was her.
At the end of the night they left together, double denim man and Suzie the stranger.
I thought that would be the last I would see of a face I had always wanted to kiss.

Now fate and fortune never steered my path until one night I was in the Cavern.
Then like a muse that teased your very soul, there she was with double denim man oh fuckity ****!

Shunted and shifted from club to club then there for a moment she was all alone.
We spoke and laughed and had both had enough and somehow her lips seemed to scream
"Kiss me now!"

Only a fool would have refused that chance so I kissed her and imagined we were 20 again.
Lips parted, not awkward,
but should I have kissed?
It was double denims woman and I had stolen a kiss!

So Whisper now as I whispered then. When I stole a kiss or was it given away.
Only you would know which, but
I wish I had kissed you again and again.

I had an idea and ran with it.

Jay earnest Sep 2019

Without tears

Too astute. Honey in a jar. Loaded with cement and tablets of oxy. 4 fingers and 3 amputations, she lays in agony, curled up and her eylids clasped. Red door full opens and so do the sojourners into the red lobby. They spelled your name wrong. They spelled it backwards, and now you must go back into the light little girl, back to get your wings, back to tip toe in silence. Without tears

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