"foreverness" poems
You stick to my thoughts like an adhesive.
Ever wandering the canvas of my mind.
You travel at the speed of light,
through the nonexistent confines of oblivion.
Foreverness...
Without time, space or action.
The deeper I go,
to hide,
to get lost,
to be alone.
To think a thunking thought!
The closer you seem to be.
The tighter you cling to my chest.
Warming my heart and crushing my lungs.
You squeeze the words from my mouth,
without ever touching me.
The sun looses all essence of light and life when compared to you.
Like an ember among the black atoms of nothingness.
And if you were stripped of all that you are...
I could,
and would,
love you for this alone.
Yet oh how I hate you for it.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
In all the lives we've met and in all of them we fall in love
this kismet adoration has created a knot in time
no matter the bodies our souls inhabit
we will find one another and love
and love
and love
and love eachother every time we meet
the era we're in or the life we live will not matter
we will find one another like a recurring dream
happening every time our bodies seek rest
every time our minds seek peace
for every instance we are apart
our incessant hearts will cry
cry so loudly each time we lose one another
their cries will continue on until heaven hears this echo of foreverness and does this feeling justice
allowing for us to love freely and to love whole heartedly and to love
and love
and love
and love to the point where time becomes insignificant
because the seconds no longer look forward to being witness to the hours
they will beg to become witness to our love
and love
and love
and love everlasting
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
The universe is screaming at me
into my ears, brain, and heart
the whiteness
the brightness
tears in my eyes
it has attacked me like the plague
that has no cure
bringing me higher and higher
into the enlightenment
that is my reward
You are part of the glory
the karma, the foreverness of my
soul
beside me, behind me,
in fron of me,
within me,
are me
crying and laughing
like a madwoman some would say
but
I know, you know, and the universe knows
that I have heard the screams
and know what they mean
as we turn to light
and embrace
what was meant to be
in the name of
eternity
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 3:55 PM UTC
Hi,
My name is--
Nothing.
Never mind.
I forgot that I don't have one.
You can't know me.
You don't know me....
At least that's what you told them...
You could never just admit it.
You would never just tell them.
You should have went out shouted it out,
Loud enough for the whole world to here you.
But I only ask of this because you were so ashamed of me.
I love you...
And you know this
Because you know you loved me...
Cause we were together
Yeah.
We were a thing
I couldn't have just imagined it
We spent 4 months together
Cuddled up in the back of your mom's car
Laughing at my jokes
And spilling drinks
Arms around each other
Lips locked together.....
But now you say that you don't know me??
Every.
Single.
One.
Of my deepest darkest secrets has been invested into your very soul.
****** into your hands for you to hold onto.
And in return I had gotten trustful looks of lies.
And now every time you look at me...
You turn the other way and laugh
Because you know I'm a freak.
You know what's wrong with me!
You know everything!
But you still say that you don't know me...
But you know you do.
You know you loved me!
And I know that I loved you....
And I know that you know you loved me too
So I am just waiting.
Waiting on the day you will tell the world
That you loved me.
All I wanted you to do is not deny this.
Deny that there was an us.
That you know that our laughs
And our smiles
And our times together
That our everlasting foreverness
Was not made up
It was true
We were real
And you loved every bit of it....
Including me.
Hey,
It's me.
And Baby...
I'm still waiting.
© 2013 Kendra Bowman
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Sometimes I was the one responsible for your tears
Sometimes you were responsible for my tears
Sometimes I was the blame for the pain you suffered
Sometimes you were the blame for the love that was never discovered
I wish you were the one losing sleep over the love you lost
I wish you were the one losing focus to what was more than a thought
I’m the one who’s supposed to cry, I’m the one who’s supposed to be broken
You wanted Foreverness, I gave you eternality
Tried building us up but you pulled us down like gravity
You’re bringing up mistakes I made to tarnish what we established
Trying to perfect a game plan that was never practiced
We put each other in this space to which we don’t wanna be
I was hoping to marry your love but you didn’t see a future with me
From blowing each other up to missed calls & unread texts
Pushing you away due to a broken heart that I’m trying to protect
You didn’t trust someone like me, I was too good to be true
I’m watching you walk away while falling deeper in love with you
I wish you could believe me when I say crying isn’t easy to do
Especially when the tears I shed are because of you
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
Zoom in. See your heart at its
Most spectacular through an
Electron microscope.
I've come to embrace our
Lack of foreverness, yet
Witness it through
Our faint touches hidden
Behind backs while passing.
No, there is nothing divine
Here. No shade of an angel's
Wing over our hearts as they
Stroke each other fleetingly,
Just two pieces of mud in a
World of dirt and
Water.
A broken man in a complete
Galaxy; I carry my pieces with
My back straight.
This scarred heart is weak, but
My arms are well trained from
Taking its loads.
I'll carry yours when you need
Me to. Zoom out. See our joined
Hearts through a telescope.
Milky Way doorways.
The magical kissing of a neck
Across a threshold.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Thou art not the one I want to write about;
but it appears that I have no brighter choice.
The only one that seems to bear no fault;
and lives a life full of merriment and bliss.
And thy, thy name! So delicate as a summer laughter
With hands so imbued with clarity and brave power.
I believe thou art such an ingenious lover;
but frail as thou hath always been; weak and fragile
under thy harmonious cover.
And shall I be treading these paths, tomorrow noon;
whenst I'll come across a dainty flower by the lagoon.
Amongst those ripe cherries-there is one too like thee,
so mysterious and sometimes gazes awkwardly at me.
Thy young bud is that of rose and berry,
a symbol of thy soul so embraced by words and poetry.
Ah! And so deserving it is of graceful flattery;
as thou move along these paths, thy young heart shines
and gleams afar-just like the dribbling snow,
how childish, yet altogether refined and free.
Thy stare-o, thy stare, querida, is deep and anxiously unbending;
like those gracious arts and their prudential stone carving
or pools with swarms of red starfish so enchanting
as my little boat swims along feverishly, unnoticing.
And ah! Unaging as thou always art,
growth is but futile to thy slippery soul
With this world thou shalt never part,
and foreverness becomes thy frost-like hall.
Youthness of thine that shall never fade,
and handsome face that shall never wane.
O, how thy delicacy is to me like that cruel fate-
o my dearest, humble immortal man!
Timelessness shall then become our lasting key;
to a love sweeter and even more precious than destiny.
And live, live in utter happiness shall forever we,
as long as these muscles can breath, and as far as
these eyes can see.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
dissonant is what it was.
that foreverness of din.
criminal—
aloft, eluding some captive way
of emphasis.
scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.
truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
stray coins in the keep.
dissonance is what it still is.
there's a slow moon over the aubade
over the culled garden.
over the cloverleaf curve
in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
caterwauling noises flailing
belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
of the same axiom, equation,
salt, crossovers.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Wronged figures encircle the world. Saturn's
rings of martyrdom expectant beseech
God, The pain we suffered in your Name, return
it from beyond our graves. With vengeance teach
our torment to those who made us suffer!
Impale their bodies on bolts of thunder,
Black bones and roasted flesh, they are but slurs
against Holiness. Tear them asunder!
And for us, the white robes of salvation,
And words of eternal comfort: Patience
and faith in the Lord of all creation,
whose rewards in Heaven will be immense.
All the hurt you have borne shall be lifted,
Through Him, foreverness is gifted.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
A Hazy serenity-
The dreams I have tonight,
only happen here
Windows opened frost my skin over but I don’t close off the chilled night. Sleep takes me to the beginnings and ends of subconscious, visions cause a heart warming as I see you in new lights – the natural makeup of your sighs. Billowing breathes and summer sweats dews my eyes from the beauty of this faulted perfection- here in this unreal land together - the sun always shines. A green feathered eminence our toes choose to curl on- we touch love’s fingerprints - newfound appreciation. Smiling winds entwine locks of our hair creating in and of itself togetherness - foreverness. Sun's breath caresses our necks. Distant rivers heard from the soul, this is where life is born – jumping in we transform - the earth changes with us, suddenly the hidden resonance of the world is heard. Our ears finally brought to play.
A secluded epiphany-
Limbs wrap around each other
creating joyful fear
Pristine splendors – the melodies of nature, we apprehensively tip toe, troubled to not pollute the quiet waters and unspoiled skies. We are chased by the unity of ocean and the heavens – summer beckons with cerulean and golden hands – acceptance. Tempting waves say stay, a pleading atmosphere, the grinning breeze gestures – welcoming arms. Those neurotic pieces of our psyche find peace here. Stepping along, beside winding creeks, hand in hand following the trees’ leaves, rising and falling plains calls attentions - awakening intentions, roses kiss our senses and we waltz on the currents’ magic. Trembling vines crawl up our fitted sides – tattooing us with the weathers’ delight. No turbulence or cries. The ground swallows me, swallows you- puzzle souls brought together- we are one.
I wake breathless
Glistening tears falling from eyes,
Watching dreams disappear
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 3:05 AM UTC
I love you
Do you know that…
Cause you should.
I love you like a pen knife loves wood.
I love you like the moon loves the tide.
You are hemmed inside
Like the silk lining of a finely tailored coat.
You float my boat;
The bridge to my moat.
I could rhyme of you until
Dead poets fell from the sky
I don’t know why
I feel this way
Lets just say
That some things are meant to be
And that I see
In us
A million days,
A Thousand ways
A spring dusk haze
Of Beauty in Love
And Happiness in
Togetherness
Foreverness.
You n Me
Sailing a passionate sea
In a boat built for two.
I love you.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 12:07 AM UTC
I will smelting the scentest sweet
Smelt it over an 'I forgot' times
Smells the morningest freshness
Will smell petrified joy always.
I will stareding at the simplest complexity
My eyes saw the warmest merry
Seeing night sky spill over sight
Will stare at plainest intricacy.
I felting a sugar glaze
Felt it coat my moonest blue
Feeling his sugary hands
Had warmth so will feel it melt..
Will felting foreverness sticky.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
for you, dearest, ever so shyly
i, (almost always) silently, sloshing (pertinently), will be like water
falling and falling repeatedly,
(like falls from felled rocks,
this foreverness of the dive)
rinsing and rinsing multipliedly,
(like rain tainting the already
stained glass in Barasoain)
freely, wanly, (like my hand
seeping through the aqueduct
of your body or
traversing the source of this stream)
but there is a brightness unmoving,
high rise of heat,
like water
i have dried out.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Lets try to implode.
What sort of thing spikes your imagination?
Is it love?
Is it music?
Lovely music perhaps?
Drip the words from your lips,
Let them soak in the world around you.
You are here to hear the voices,
The voices in your head that are telling you,
Telling you its going to be okay.
Simplicity is beauty,
Beauty is all around you.
There isn't a day where you aren't in control,
Control of your conscience,
Your beautiful conscience.
Stare into the thousands,
They feel your every breathe.
Give them life,
Give them an opportunity,
An opportunity to react,
In ways they never thought possible.
A reaction of ingenious pleasure,
Dethroning the darkness,
Making a new,
A new imagination.
Pour out your foreverness
and let them have a lasting impression.
Be.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
The incessant need for togetherness,
More alone than a single blade grass,
Relationships that need foreverness,
As fused as are the grains of sand in glass.
Relentlessly seeking love through giving,
From an abyss of generosity,
To connect with loving souls is living,
With such self-proclaimed virtuosity.
To be close is just to make someone feel,
To give just to elicit emotion.
And love returned for giving is the deal
Like a returning pendulum’s motion.
This instinct brings innocents elation.
Why does it reek of manipulation?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
I ponder amongst the wonderfulness of your mind as I try to focus deep into your eyes, I hope I'm surprised by the thought of you thinking about myself, stop squinting please? Let me see the gleam, a little wider so that I can see the dream. As I look down year 2-3 from now. I see you and me, wait don't even blink, without interruptions there's nothing that can destruct us. As you lay down with me pressed on top of you, joyous tears fall to your ears. I see my assuring reflection, smile for awhile, while I swipe at the two tracks of wetness. You tell me that you adore my cleverness, I tell you that when I gaze through your frames I see the foreverness
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Snatched from my life.
He is gone so quickly.
I am not ready. Are you ever ready to lose one so dear?
Now all is black, black and cold and silent.
There I cringe.
Shrunken, at the bottom of a deep, black, cold and silent well.
So deep not a spark of light can reach me.
There is not a glimmer of hope to shine in and give me life again.
There I sit, curled with my arms wrapped about my knees holding them as close as I can.
Squeezing them in tight, the only thing to now fill the void in my arms where he once cradled.
Head deeply bent. There is no reason to raise my eyes.
I know he will not be there.
There is nothing there.
A huge empty black foreverness is all that surrounds me.
Each breath, each moment, each day I am a little smaller.
The pain of a broken heart is unbearable, the blackness ***** the life from me.
I cannot live like this and finally, after a time there is a small spark.
I see the words form in my mind. "I cannot live like this." And I realize I do not want to die.
So I fight. I struggle. I try to move.
I push the cold walls of the well back slightly.
Just the tiniest bit lets a small glimmer of light shine in.
That is all it takes to let me see there is another way.
This desperation and despair is not for me. I cannot die this way. I am not ready to give up my life.
It is not my time. I cannot give up, not yet. My will to live is all that can save me now.
I stretch my hand up and find a crevice in the stone to make a start,
A start of a long journey back to life, one step at a time.
I climb, little by little, up to the light that shines above.
Above this hole in the ground, above this death, above this hell.
The black stone walls now show streaks of gray and white, very little white but some white.
The air warms, is lighter, smells sweeter. It is easier to breathe.
The dampness lessens as I inch my way to the surface.
The farther I crawl upward the bigger the circle of light becomes,
The brighter the sunlight,
The warmer I feel.
At some point, I cannot pinpoint when, I know I will live.
I will struggle but I will live.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
darling i have meat stuck in my teeth
i have not a wreathe on my dome
i have a long measure of water
rammed in my throat, hemmed in like
your body’s canopy in the stream of me
i chase the silence like a tractable beast
in this hollow den of nothing
darling
i have not hands but chains
i have volcanoes and not moons
i see past the banners, an army of light
unfastening itself from the poles of foreverness
I have in my eyes again the frail azure
and the gyration of clouds mangling themselves
to figures, assumptions, colloid
endless snow, frayed beings moseying towards
rows of lengths and the autumnal abode of hills
turning green, brimming with the sex of pastures,
feasting in this fill of such heaviness, a name of what I cannot recall
darling the yellowbell darling the lignified amaranth
darling here at such meeting I am starved
with little movements of flesh
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Come like so, turn thee tender to warmth and tears to vintage
Bare view to rare views
But evidently there lies one view, a point center’d in reason
Fearing more distant terrors, becoming more of the frightened
Today we may fear the snake, tomorrow the lord, next, foreverness
As part we are of courses in the obstacles of affinity
I see truly, the sun
Truly, my beloved
Truly, the matters of wound’d time
Truly, the ultra-touch
Truly, the hyperlove
Come like so I say, as thou art comely and manner’d
I too shall come like so to match thy beauty and elegance
I too shall come, truly...with warts and perfections
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
people confusing love
with want
or need
or a hunger seeking to be fulfilled
by anyone available
just fill the void
i'll worry about the rest later
doesn't matter if we don't fit
you're here now
that's all that's important
to me
come on now
let's give this a whirl
you say you love me
i'll profess the same
people around us will smile
and clasp their hands
*'finally'
she has found love*
and all will be good
mom will cry happy tears
dad will say, with a thump on your back
'that's my boy'
friends with partners will include us in game night
gals won't feel threatened
guys won't have to hide a peak
and we can skip into foreverness
over the rainbow
tossing daisies as we go
to live happily ever after
in this manmade fairy tale.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Tethered by each breath
Can feel you move an inch
Lost in togetherness
Cold water to the moment
It stops the gears from turning
Your touch is longing
Is that the dawn coming ?
In my heart of hearts
I feel you, I am succumbing
To loves gentle touch
One of tenderness
Of compassion
And gracefulness
It is you, my only love
The one I give my breath
My heart and soulfulness
Pretty girl you are
The most amazing gift
I will treasure and protect
Each part of us in foreverness
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
The Hidden thought
It is said our unconscious fear of death
pushes us forward to achieve something before
the great Nothing descends,
for writers this is prescient they struggle to leave
behind words on paper, and not erased
as leaves on trees when the cold wind blows.
Others skydive from mountaintop cheating
the reaper, yet hope to live long enough to tell
their story of daring do.
Architects fear death too, that's why they built
the tall skyscrapers that will stand the test of time
and celebrate their foreverness.
The chef in his kitchen thinks of death when he
prepares a meal a signature dish where his name
will appear in cookbooks.
As it is unconscious, most people are not troubled only
when waking up at four in the morn before
birds sing and you can taste the stillness of death.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
She said he said that he would treat her
As if she were a goddess and not a mere human being
She said that he said he adored her foreverness
And that she made him feel like a god
---
She said that he said things to her that hurt her
And now she hated him
••
••
I said to him
"Is it true what she is saying?"
---
He said
"I never talked to the girl in my life!"
--
--
I told her what he said
••
She said that while it might be true that he never talked to her
But that her great love for him allowed her to know
What he was REALLY thinking and feeling
---
"Oh
I get it now"
I said
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
She once stitched secreted half-felt dreams
From a fragmented jersey and embroidered
It neatly in sequinned love for safe-keeping
Forgetful of what occurs to un-meant ploys.
Patterns of welcome morphed into shadow
Grew mold around its binding two names.
The sewn seed-beads of foreverness badly
Encrusted until torn outworn vows became
Dim and a trusted vest shrunk, hemmed in
Sparkles rusted, it became shapeless, partly
With mishandled use and remained strewn
Over gullible parts of her passed-over heart.
Worn inside or out despite repair-refit trials
Her much abused love-vest ended unsightly.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
A foreverness,
a looking glass that looks into endlessness
full of emptiness,
unhappiness
and a corner, chipped, that spreads the
image resigned to
hopelessness.
I have an empathy with these things that
look but do not see, these minutes fixed to
an eternity,
if I am free, If I unwind,
if I ever find the unknown or
am shown the question,
the answer will follow.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC