"fluoresce" poems
All around me was a dark universe I cannot outrun
Endless rain of comets, parts of me strewn
Until you went and became my King Sun
And I, becoming your majestic Queen Moon
You filled my universe with eternal light
Passing through the dark recesses of my core
You made my faded spark ignite
Making me beam with delight forevermore
But the craters, they will never fade away
For they sometimes still remind me of darkness
Having me gone astray
Dispirited once again that I may never fluoresce
Yet, the King Sun illuminates ever so vigorously
And as long as he is there, I know we will reign endlessly
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Woke up early morn at three AM
Another night closer to heart of thee I swam
Wading depths to feel your passionate caress
Winds beneath the clouds push my stars to fluoresce
Current tides waves to embrace shores in loves solitude
Memories paddles melodies as though gently canoed
Thoughts stayed in mind as time ticked from three to six
Breaking dawn colors another day with your timeless pics
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
*Firelight Affairs & Atmospheric Starlight,
Rainbow Instincts Enlightening Her Satellite Twilight,
Quivering Symphonies & Colorful Voices,
Lyrical Abstracts Of Her Monochrome Noises,
Prismatic Rage In Her Eternal Sage,
Resonances Whispering Her Voices Onstage,
Vertical Ensembles Of Her Ecstatic Fashions,
Witty Odes Enlightening Her Arrested Passions,
Prancing Temptations & Provoked Mysteries,
Entrancing Her Artistic Waves & Surging Tapestries,
Storyteller Flares On A Perpetual Lease,
Intoxicated Mirrors Of Her Spiritual Release,
Lucid Memoirs & Condensed Revelations,
Inquisitive Glances Of Her Cupid Flirtations,
Crimson Armors & Her Reflective Scents,
Illustrious Serenity Embossed In Her Scenic Ascents,
Fluoresce Echoes & Her Scenic Prelude,
Coalesce Spotlights Guiding Her Summer Nudes.
- 01:24AM -*
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
In a world lined by lies, we look not to
hallow men but to; Crinkled white pages.
Engulfed by the smell of home and fluoresce.
Our heads swim with what can, could, and will be.
Those imaginary heroes become.
Us and we fight monsters made of concrete
text. And it ends every time we close the book.
But our hearts continue to beat with miscue
prose, to the tune of pink love-struck blushes.
Those fairy tales and happy endings bless
gifts to those scared of their reality.
When our hands touch paper spines we blossom
Our minds unfold and become meadowsweet;
Flowers of yellow and green on a brook.
Through little black lines we see life and death,
tame worlds of dragons with words with whispered words,
and grow beyond the boundaries of literature
inspiring us to wear our own armor.
The truth to the lie of fiction allows
it to become far more truer than truth.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
leaked
violet pulse
rapid electrodes
vapor
fail
electron fuse
tube light
ultra input
intensity
flicker
strain
power percent
breaker
visible heat
filament pins
ballast burn
shortwave
excited
electric
gas
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Like the moon, her eyes glisten in the midnight garden
Daisies delicate in the soft breeze by her feet
Fire roars in her heart, but stays frozen to the touch
Lips like pink roses in the spring
The clouds lay in wait for a storm - she gazes
From a million miles away, stars fluoresce her gloomy skies
Aids her wandering mind to see the beauty of the night
A small nose points up as she watches
Birds soar swiftly to their nests for safety
At her feet, rodents scurry home to avoid their dark predators
The hours draw long
She stands still as the world continues to shift around her.
Gloomy skies shift to blue
Her skin warms, lips like dark wine
Daisies turn towards the rising sun
The once glistening eyes ‘come dull, her heart to stone
Stars vanish in the light, clouds fade away
Her mind stays put just as her feet
The once midnight garden becomes a field of infertility
Her dreams gone like the moonlit skies
She waits for night again.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
i.
O' sempiternal recherché Majesty
Thine winsome Penumbra overtaketh;
Between the window's of Yahweh.
ii.
O' fluoresce me with allay
Cometh to me tonight;
Cuddle with me until day.
iii.
Hush, mine darling of
Michael the archangel;
Taketh mine hand's, get with me entangled.
iv.
From space, to the third sky
To the country view, and Bengal;
We shalt rest fine, mine beloved.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
When you wake up in the morning
And there's a note on your mug
"I didn't want to wake you"
"I left your favorite donuts on the table"
"When you sleep you make little sobbing sounds"
(And I think that's cute) is implied
To no longer be your own
To be stealing his deodorant
Because you miss his smell at work
And kitchen smells are not musician smells
And guitar strings are not
Your body
But they might as well be
Because you feel
Every
Tiny
Note
He plays
You would gladly do his laundry
For another song to fall asleep too
Many ways he kisses you
Too many places to count the stars
Too many phantom vibrations
And you think your phone is ringing
Because he just wants to talk about your day
You lose it for a minute
But it's nothing
It's the wind blowing
It's just missing someone
And you're terrified you've forgotten
The shadows his nose casts and
The dilations of his eyes
And the shapes of his words
As they meet your ears
But you look up at the moon
How it waxes
It wanes
Your love goes through phases
That bring in the tides
And wash lost shark's teeth out to sea
Your love changes daily
Loving him is often scary
You are perpetually quaking
Remembering how quickly
Sweet things dissolve in the rain
Sugar wastes enamel
Like time wastes muscle
You could fit a camel through the eye of a needle
Easier than you can handle this
Than you can wrap your head around
Caliente
Having no control
Because you cut the reins
You wanted it that way
And you forgot that fear
Taste like red wine and stale saltines
And being out of ice cream
You wanted it that way
You wanted a love story
You wanted to know that there's no such thing as control anyways
No such thing as
An autonomous heart
And you are ******
Because you could draw the shadows his nose casts
The squeeze of his ***
The way his eyes fluoresce at the sight of you
From memory
You are ****** because he is all you can think about
Past, present, future
I mean, you are seriously ******
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
She was neglected
and invisible for so long
in this wild, overgrown
garden, where she lived
out her days.
No longer having a reason
to shine, she slipped into
apathy and simply stopped
resisting as her petals began to
fall and her leaves began
to falter.
With her young buds in tow
she concentrated all her
attention onto them, thus
attempting to dilute and
bury her own hidden
dreams.
Her name, was Lily of
the Valley, and she had
forgotten how to proudly
hold up her majestic
blades and bask in the
sun's nurturing warmth.
Till one day, when she
began to receive anonymous
inked encouragement from
an admirer from a
neighboring flower patch.
She'd never seen his face,
never shared a drop of
rain water, yet, with the
passing of each day, his
words inspired her and
she remembered what it
felt like to be acknowledged
and adored, for her mind,
as well as for her fragrance
and beauty.
His name was Narcissus,
and his endearing and
sensuous verses mesmerized
her, and once again, her
beauty began to fluoresce,
for all the garden to see.
The account of which the
grape vines would duly
spread, with uncommon
verve.
Her bulbs took on the luster
of silken pearls...and her
fragrance, took on a
scintillating aroma that
swam along the waves of
every breeze.
Her name, was Lily of the
Valley, and Narcissus was
the virile flower that stole
her heart...and restored
her reason to bloom.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
if
you
are
reading
this,
then,
you
aren't
alone.
your
being
-right now-
by virtue of
reading this
is
with
mine;
and mine,
with yours.
and even when
you go
away,
you
are still here,
existing in
my
little
poem,
smeared
light
remnants
rubbing up
against mine.
and even when i go away
after sending this off,
i too will still be here
like you.
all of our weird
written words
penned at a distance are
always connected
by some
strange
residual angle
and spin
emitted,
leftover
from our
small but
eternal
interactions;
alignments of the light which do not discriminate,
nor create hierarchies of strict titanic binaries
that demand and interrogate..
your
big
red
hearts
make my
little grey
lightning bolts
light up:
bright yellow strikes fluoresce
over and
over
and
o v e r,
again and again.
your
tiny torch
forever
charging
me,
even as i
cool off
and
darken,
is much appreciated,
dear poets
of
mine.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
That gorgeous smile that glistens from her eyes
Is ever glowing enchantment of Love’s mastery
Exquisitely woven causing passion to comprise
Grasping the essence of my being very tenderly
With striking precision I am engulfed in her bliss
Sent deliriously to bask in her tranquil noblesse
A more heavenly place could never really exist
Since Heaven itself lies in her spiritual fluoresce
Romantically alluring is the smile that she bares
Enveloping me in splashing tides of her essence
The instant I met her God answered my prayers
Leaving me then to sail within her luminescence
Spinning through spirals of her flourishing grace
Leaves me fervently thinking of her idyllic heart
The rapture she produces one could never replace
For it is so incredibly pure from you it won’t part
Gazing within blares a deep spectrum of rapture
Of the true Love that resides right inside her soul
That delight she brings if you do in fact capture
Will complete your being by making you whole
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
imagine if our eyes
reversed our lives
in slow motion;
endless sea sickness
drowning in your succulent ocean,
hoping for the potion
to lead this
sickeningly twisted
endless devotion
into an eternity of
relentless corrosion
imagine if clocks were non-existent
time was an abyss, limited yet distant;
home is where the heart is -
i'm homeless
and suffocating in
your ****** fluoresce
wallowing and distressed
hallucinating and possessed
homicide and loneliness
i feel vandalised
like a building, derelict
abandoned with flowers
growing faces like they're parodists
i blink and free fall;
i'm standing, five thousand trees tall
you're crawling, can barely muster a squall
and i'm soaring;
ten thousand trees tall
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech
you're eyes are as big as the sea
they have a habit of engulfing me
as do your legs, bent at the knee
entanglement has never felt so free
your lips too, grab me in their caress
fondly fit inside their finesse
your sweet words in my ears, fluoresce
your love causing my heart to iridesce
I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech
oh how love feels when it's right
oh how her eyes shine in the light
under those stars shining bright
as we proceed through the night
with every kiss I am speechless
unable to say how wonderful each is
like warm summers on cool beaches
or a bite from the freshest of peaches
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
snow globe eyes
where enemies hide
carried away by a
sea foam surprise
noises fluoresce
clouds fall to rest
to save winter's goddess
from a fushia mess
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
Waterfalls of your everlasting memories
Flood down, pooling into pre-existing floods
Of stories, you left behind
Words I could never seem to understand
Memoirs of pain and grief that lay dormant on my skin
I swim in the ocean of teary-eyed nights
That colour these passages
Trying to decipher, trying to find the beginning
But every time I dip my fingers into these cascading waves
My eyes always seem to latch on to the moonlight
That you left behind
And stars that fluoresce with remediated happiness
The waters turn to sand
And I sit in this empty space
Echoing the future to your dissipating anguish
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 3:52 PM UTC
I am a master of Half-Truths
An artisan of rhetoric
So skilled in the craft that
I have lost the ability to
Differentiate between fact and fable
My thoughts are a flume of paint
Colouring ***** water
But the fish do know
What is swimmable and substantial and timeless
And they kiss at the river beds
Tickle the hollows of my ear drum
Eliciting a perpetual popping sound, bubbles I presume
Reality fuzing as O2 with a shield impermeable to the waves
But it draws on my heart
wholehearted admirer of beauty that I am
To be constantly checked
With a map set to fluoresce
An blinders on
I paint my trails
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
i.
O' sempiternal recherché Majesty
Thine winsome Penumbra overtaketh;
Between the window's of Yahweh.
ii.
O' fluoresce me with allay
Cometh to me tonight;
Cuddle with me until day.
iii.
Hush, mine darling of
Michael the archangel;
Taketh mine hand's, get with me entangled.
iv.
From space, to the third sky
To the country view, and Bengal;
We shalt rest fine, mine beloved.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry creator
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
The absence of color seems to be my home
But inside my heart resides a big rainbow
I’ve been to Wonderland
I’ve been to Oz and back
Still my one true love has a name called black
Ultraviolet prisms parade all around us
But I’m in a prison, darkness is enough
The infrared laser sends chills up my spine
But I sleep like a baby in the grey shade of time
Yet when I see the sun’s blue corona
I’m reminded of the Mona Lisa
I’ll never fluoresce like you can-
Even insects pick up your frequency
But birds fly over the rainbow
Picking up the colors frequently
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
drawn to your emerald greens,
like you are drawn to the sea,
i fell into you blissfully.
your soft-spoken speeches echoes
inside your art-covered walls,
green. it's where breaths have slowed
and quickened into pleasurable moans...
"hey can you please open the window?"
it is funny the way i've grown in fondness
of the colour green, almost like a promise
of our love - an everlasting fluoresce.
yet i still want to loudly profess
all over again,
no motive, just simply me:
i am so in love with you,
with everything i have.
always will be,
always yours.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
Poets are glowsticks,
snapped,
then they fluoresce.
Liquid light.
Blood of the lightning bug,
squashed and smeared.
Nearly extinct.
Bleed and glow.
The cuts of forever promised,
instead,
they’re siphoned.
Distilled into purple-red neon,
spelling out:
read me.
know I’ve lost.
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
What’s the statute of limitations
on my obligations
as a son
on my victimhood as a
semi-orphan
on my blamefulness as a
father
When does it end—these yet-to-be-seen effects of the mundane
I make now?
When do I not carry them
the strings
of the yarn map tracing
my endless encounters and tacking
not into cork but
into my soul stretched pulled
in four dimensions.
Length times width times depth times time. I coexist
in every manifestation of
myself simultaneously.
All time all me, all tacked,
All pulled, all stretched by
more hands than my own. Vibrating
into my marrow reminding
of the inescapability of the
contracts I didn’t sign. Most of them.
Each day the threads move.
They swirl and choke or puncture
taut and pull. pull. pull
me back, back to them.
To early morning and late nights
every day
That old house of repressed
memories and façade bonds
of newspaper-wrapped electric
circuits waiting for the
spark
to finally incense the
old aged kindling of other
string maps of
other pasts of
more and more disappointment.
My heart is a prism. a rock.
set in the stone of my
chest compressed
by pressure into endlessly
juxtaposed edges of glass.
An edge: a time a place a person a me. Surrounded
onyx black
but yet
Reflecting. It’s deep
yes
but shine deep enough
yes, go
and it will reflect
go on, go on
fluoresce
yes yes yes go
myriad colors of spectrums
of me
torn out of the mine of
my own construction of
the muscle memories of
the past pains of
the unceasing variations of
the crude black **** I’ve
made before.
How long
will I be responsible for
her?
For you?
Was I ever?
Am I at all?
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
We got so caught up in antics
We forgot time for romantics
So caught up in tomorrow's jig
We forgot how the stars got so big.
So why don't we burn away the stress
and re-teach our hearts to fluoresce
With the friction of a constant embrace
I'll inhale your exhale, we can survive in space
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Innumerable . . . stars are
countless joys so immeasurably far
laughter . . . shimmering silently
or lamenting twinkling tears
mysterious messengers fluoresce
what wonders are wrought . . . so wordless
in spiral formulae undiscovered
inscribed by ancient seers
a murmuring quiescence pulsates
to a childlike sorrowful plea
eternity pauses to listen
to a prayer . . . from Gethsemane
wh gv Mar.16.2007
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 10:51 AM UTC
As you spend this day playing your heart
I thought I'd do the same in writing.
And what better place for me to start,
than of you, a theme so inviting.
Your sincere words from the other night
moved me to a joy unfelt in days,
and that goodnight prompted you to write
the word of action after our gaze.
Our talk after was one of old times,
when we cursed the time between each kiss.
I had wished for more entries to rhyme,
as those hours are what I most miss.
And to know you longed for those times too
rendered the usual action from me,
the same bright smile from seeing you,
under the same feeling of pure glee.
But with this joy comes more thoughts of mine,
two in mind I would like to address.
Whatever the answers, you'll still shine,
more elegantly worded, fluoresce.
But the time for these words are not now,
I had only wanted you to know:
With the words comprised of your sweet vow,
I give this - thanks through a kiss I blow.
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC