"fullstop" poems
Greenish hills and alice blue skies
whimsical faeries wander along the timberlands
play hide and seek around pine groves
brimming the atmosphere with liquid of blithe.
a pair of cerulean eyes glitter under a lucid sun,
and reflected a thousand rainbows.
the feet you danced, headed forth to the ethereal grounds.
in those fleecy palms held a bouquet of fresh peonies.
as the wind huffs and grins, the fruit trees leafs begin to compose
as if in an orchestra house.
around my body flew a rabble of butterflies, your psyche is surreal.
"You came back"
I grasp to his muscular limbs, to fracture and to feel with seraphic love.
By the night the archaic moon hangs, all my dreamless night pulverized.
gory scenarios in my brain surrendered for an escape.
My heart pumps, my collarbones shrieks,
on our old bed, up-down, up-down, in-out, in-out....
"ah." the hue of a merry-go-round.
As the summer reborn, the reality seizes..
our love is immortal without a fullstop
-l.r
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Zeus was the king of gods,
The god of sky and weather,
Law, order and fate.
A regal man,
Mature,
Sturdy figure,
Dark beard..
Royal sceptre,
Eagle..
O, how can I ever forget his passion for his Lightning Bolt,
No one dare touch?
Then again,
I seek..
the power of lightning.
the cackle of thunder.
the massive electrostatic discharge.
AWAKENS MY SENSES
For years I have longed..
For your beloved bolt
But when I accepted that it could not be mine
And shall stand faithfully by your side..
M Y W A N D E R I N G S ended..fullstop
Another bolt greeted me...
No intention had I of embracing a new love...
For your bolt has been sown to my heart..
Sealed forever..
Inaccesible...
The keys are lost in my crimson pool of despair..
No one shall ever find it.
You have ruined the recesses of my heart.
*But, let me tell you something.
the key was unearthed.
found by true love.
brought a sparkle in my eyes
a glimmer in my sunshine
a power arose that beat the daylight out of..
dark and daunting thoughts.
I beamed that 1000-watt smile once again.
Thank you Mr. Lighting Bolt of Hello Poetry
For when you turn yellow, the electrons in me sizzle..Feel the spark, Zeus?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Being a writer
Is not a part-time job,
Like being a nurse
Or a teacher:
Where clocking in
And out
Is as simple
As lifting and putting down
A pen.
No,
Writers have words
Flowing though their veins;
Poignant thoughts and emotions
Shape and reshape themselves
Into poems in the writer's mind
Almost by instinct.
But
Do not be fooled:
The writer's world
Is no paradise:
Thoughts tug at our brains
In the middle of the night,
Like a child pulling
At its mother's coat
Beckoning us to the page
Where finally we free the thoughts
That have been held captive.
And finally with sleepy,
Satisfied eyes,
We place the final fullstop
On our latest masterpiece
.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
I lay myself open to you...
Like a thumb worn novel
aspiring to be a classical romance...
coming off as a cheap
dime store
rag
My lines less Tennyson and Shelley
more Micky Spillani
yet feel the warmth of each page
once pressed against
my aching
breast
for it heard my needful heart
tasted my tears
Read between the lines
find the nervous boy behind the man
all fingers and thumbs
typing out words his Tongue
could never
speak
Each comma each fullstop
an anxious
drawn
out breath...
as I thought of you discarding me
in pursuit of passion
yet know the foreword and the photograph
do no justice to my ache
for you
to find me
there amongst the metaphors
waiting...
for you alone
to know the real me.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Words, heavy, dripping from lips;
Lazily falling to the ground with resolve.
A sense of finality,
Blunt ends, fullstop.
Sleepy eyes, bedroom eyes,
Lacking in focus, in definition.
A crown of feathers, a crown of thorns,
Talking heads with sacral scorn.
How fast the seasons change,
I survived a hellfire hurricane.
Smart men are incredibly attractive.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Words in rows with
Fullstop beat,
Iambic heart and
Couplet feet
Pursued my pen with
Stately rage--
They chased it straight across the page!
Now their quarry's quit and done
They slouch off sulking, one by one.
The brave remain, by choice or chance:
Words in rows to turn and dance.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Even if I sleep forever my soul still gonna be so tired I'm sorry I just wanna be whole again the grasp of your fingers kissing hard my skin leaving marks everywhere I can hear your heart beating through the broken ribs and I swear nothing more peaceful than the death of this feeling and his friends set me free from loneliness I wanna be the reason you smile and sleep at night not awake at 3am and dreaming of evil who took the light in your eyes that keep the darkest secrets full of lies and hatred I am sorry I wish I can make you happy
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Fingers touch
eyes dilating
he moves closer.
One last kiss
long but sweet.
I move away
with memories.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
It matters not your intent nor will for a molehill is a mountain in the hiding.
To rise suddenly by a millimeter or two.
Surprises.
All is written some profess.
The pages rustle freely in the Autum breezes to rest and suggest with majesty.
But the story is amorphous.
Till final chapter and fullstop.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
My case is cracked
You've ruined me
You are the only one
With whom I want to be
Our song was short
Our words were poetry
I don't want to dance alone
Who will dance with me?
Our story isn't done
The fullstop isn't writ
Till our hair's grey and long
I am sure of it
There's to much to explore
Too much to be seen
And even if we're far
Will you still dance with me?
Our files are downloaded
There's nothing to unpack
We've come this far my dear
No way we can go back
So many things entwined
Such complexities
I'll keep it simple darling
Will you still dance with me?
Will you still dance with me?
Will you still dance with me?
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Who else finds a pause an irritating absence of speech?
like every single Fullstop. is an area that is to far away to reach?
that every single absence of sound is a wall so high its impenatrable to breach
dependable scenarios are ones which are riddled with noise
chaotic and invaluable noise
because without noise and sound,
songs from lips and barks from hounds
our lives are cut too short,
because no longer am i able to retort
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
My words are merely insects
Chewing at the pulp
look at the last one
It's ******* the fu.llstop
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
No matter what
Tonight
I may write
A single word
Too sad to read
Twice
"Fullstop"
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
When matter is Immiscible
Words cannot be the binding agent
When matter is immiscible
Words can be the cohesive agent
When matter is immiscible
Words add fuel to the fire
When matter is immiscible
Words have the power , wield wise
When matter is immiscible
Words can confuse , less is more
When matter is immiscible
Words can go on endlessly FULLSTOP
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Some days I go from top speed to a dead halt in the same amount of time it takes to unlock a door or flip a light switch.
And when I'm standing still, it's hard not to feel like everything around me is crashing down and shattering. And it's loud. It's in my face. Etched onto my skin. Burned into my memory.
But somehow, I'm still here. After the thundering collision and the screeching of tires. I'm still here. In the middle of the crossroads. Still breathing. Still standing. Still here.
Because there are a few strings keeping me from crumbling. And here and there an iron rod that will not let me fall. Small truths and sentiments that shout louder and whisper sweeter than any of my thoughts ever could:
"someone cares" "you matter to me"
"don't walk alone" "careful" "would you like a hand?" "how was your day?" "you're smart too" "I like your face"
It brings me back. Back to that crossroads: my past behind me. A vast future ahead. Calling, beckoning the same way you do with that smile on your lips, your hand outstretched. And even in my clumsy fingers I will grasp it.
And follow.
From 0 to 5, to 10. To 20. To 30. To 40.
Slowly propelled forward yet again, out of the darkness my mind pulls up and around my shoulders like a shroud. Out of the ******* currents that pull me down. Out of the shadows where my bones grow cold.
Into the light and glow of countless stars. Each perfect, each warm. Each far away and watching from their perch upon your shoulders, your arms, your cheeks. Each inviting in the way a warm bed calls on rainy days.
Let me follow. Let me fall. Let me sink into your embrace and tell you how afraid I was today. Let me bare my soul, and make me strong. So that one day. If you should hear the collision and smell the smoke, I will be there to lift you out of the wreckage and hold you to my chest. The way you do now.
That one day I won't need saving from myself. But love fearlessly instead.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
I visited a Marriage Bureau,
They showed me photos of three beaus.
The first one was top,
A complete sentence with a fullstop,
A C.E.O, beautiful, intelligent,
successful,
About her,I found nothing exciting or cool,
I said no to her,
And closed the chapter.
The second was nearer the mark,
A complete sentence with a question mark?
She started asking too many questions,
I found her a nag and tension,
So it was thank you, bye, no mention.
The third was a sensation,
A complete sentence with a mark of exclamation!
She made my heart soar to heaven,
Full of surprises, awesome!
She and I ,twosome,
A handsome pair,
For each other deep love and care.
Our love blossomed,
A bud to a flower,wholesome,
Soon to be signed with I do,
Sealed and delivered too.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
I want to write for you
But the words they flee me
And as I keep writing, keep forcing it,
it only gets worse and worse
If only you knew
how many of these 'poems' of mine,
mere bits of language mashed forcefully together,
are resting in my draft box,
resting there for ever,
barely never to be revisited again
And yet I don't stop
sitting here when I should long since
be fast asleep
Because I fear that I'm leaving you here
with all of these unexpressed, never said sound-things
I fear I dread I worry I am afraid
When I should be embracing you
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Chisel a poem out
for the hell of it
Scratch one out of sandy beach brush
watch the waves attempt
to destroy
you
fullstop.
Feel your lungs explode
Saw you for the last time 2 months ago
in a picture on my wall
and now I know
I will see you no more
pennies, dimes, happy rhymes
a nickle for a copper thought
brew me on home on damnation's
doorstep
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
An open book,
A feathered pen.
An inkwell? No, a vein instead.
***A spider crawled across my page:
Just look at all the mess it made!***
Words in rows of
Fullstop beat,
Iambic hearts and
Couplet feet
Pursued my pen with stately rage:
They chased it straight across the page!
But now their quarry's quit and done, they
Slouch off sulking, one by one.
The brave remain, by choice or chance:
Words in rows to turn and dance!
***Crumpled words and jumbled wire
Catch askance and ****** afire--
Burst in terse and tumbled flame,
Cursed, my verses burn today.
Burst in terse and tumbled flame,
Verses never heard again
Return their words, inert and tame.
Cursed, my verses burn today.***
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
You're the end to all
words to express my love.
__(fullstop)__
But do we ever talk,
with eyes so set on-
_one another?_
__(we must see the words)__
Do we strongly love the other,
as the other thinks of-
_themselves?_
I often see a chance for more,
__(just add a comma)__
You're not one to take my
breath, or steal my heart,
But how could I not exclaim-
at my ears hearing your voice!
__(setting myself as an exclamation mark)__
So I'd only question-
whether the words and
_expressions,_
Are far too much?
__(I'm open to your suggestions)__
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 5:27 AM UTC
"Physically" flawless,
makes people be so shameless.
Mentally madness,
because love is the craziest.
Through the sky and the moon,
There are so many beautiful things,
Some of it I couldn't understand,
and some of it not even "shine".
When the night cover the blue sky,
Billions of stars are "blooming",
Billions of thoughts are coming,
And makes me thinking,
"Wish i could count all the stars and all my scars".
Its just at the end of the day,
Let's just put a fullstop for the day cause tomorrow is waiting,
Till the eyes close,
May all the thoughts be my "lullaby".
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Fullstop is the name of this poem,
Fullstop is the last word, too.
For isn't that the way life is?
You can't have a capital letter
Sans a fullstop.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
I just cannot engage my self anywhere else other than you!!
I want you all day long .. while day along.!!
Crossing my mind. . making me blind..
I still can't stop.. & can't approve this statement a fullstop..
You find your self .. beneath me, & from bottom to top..
Better stop coming all the time.. on my Mind!!
Time long.. while time along.
Just U who's always in me and all along.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC