"glace" poems
The warmth of life has come at last
to me along this spring time path.
Sweet fragrance floats on morning breeze,
while colors dance on plants and trees.
As orchids peek from under pines
I float off to past years and find
myself recalling days gone by
and always you who’ve said goodbye.
But while this past now flirts with me,
I take the time to let it be
and make a choice along my way
to seek out love another way.
I still recall what’s left behind
and in this heart will always find
a life that took a crooked path,
but now has found it’s own way back.
Time’s given me a second chance
to see life at a backward glace.
To learn at last from my mistakes,
so with this choice a chance I take.
To find another soul like mine,
and with that soul my life I’ll find.
My heart has come full circle now,
from life through death a blessed whole.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
Silver temptation fluttering in the sky
Why must you cry?
with a glace to the sky you shimmer and glide
so very high
again I hear your cry
Slowly you fall falling into my hand
warm as fire
gliding across my skin
a sigh of relief
all thought's consumed by your glittering shimmer dance of death
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
The mason trudges on
night and day to finish
his masterpiece. Clockwork,
he waits like a prisoner
yearning
for the jurisdiction to
fall in his favor. Each
opportunity: he will steal it.
Adhesive to stone and
metal support:
This wall will not
fall. No, this one he will not
let dissemble. Opposing the
prior ruin, plagued
with age and abuse,
the once damaging blows
instead drive this puzzle together.
Attend carefully.
Every door slammed behind
to shut me out,
Each painful stab in your glace
lancing through my chest, into
the black cavity life has consumed
into me.
He will work
to layer his project, this
projection of my cautions, until
the last glimmer of light disappears
behind the last stone in the
last wall. Now a true prisoner,
my mind lies
in contentment.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
His eyes were green,
his were blue.
He was tall, upholding many inches,
more than a few.
They bonded quickly, grew closer.
Neither thought it'd be over.
Laughs were shared, and giggles were tossed,
tickles roaming the couch,
smiles never leaving the mouth.
They were open, happy as ever,
until Management wouldn't let them be together.
They grew apart, fingertips barely brushing,
making them feel as if they were nothing.
They barely share a glace,
because they never get the chance.
They can only stare with a dull glow,
while the other sings their solo.
One lies, one suffers.
Both sharing the same fear.
Maybe, all of us here,
can come together one day,
and realize that gay is okay.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Why forget the face of bright sunshine,
Whom's smile melts ones frigged heart,
Whom's eyes are the color of a Hershey's sweet,
Why I look away?
Because, one glace at you knocks me off my feet,
Not a day passes that I don't think of you,
Oh how I long to prove my feelings so true,
Never shall I think twice about winning your heart,
Because,
Living without you tears me apart,
How I long to hear your voice once again,
How soft are your words,
How quiet is your voice,
How I long for your gentle touch,
If only I had control over what I do and say,
If only my tongue would preach,
My feelings so deep,
If only you were mine to keep.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
Before we met
How many times did we pass by
Each other on the street?
How many times did we
Stop at the same stop light
Or wave the other on in traffic?
How many times had we
Ordered coffee from the same barista
Within minutes of the other?
How often did we ride
The same BART train
Or think the same thing
About a person we walked past
On our way to work?
How many friends did we share
If any at all?
Before we met
Did you ever notice me hailing a cab
Or search my bag for loose change?
Did I ever give you a ***** look
When you laughed grotesquely
With your friends
As my own guild slinked by?
Before we met
Had you ever considered
Renting an apartment in my building?
Did you ever pet my cat on the street
Or lazily glace through my
Living room window as you
Waited for the light to turn green?
Did I ever see you
At the delicatessen
Where I eat my lunch?
Before we met
Had we ever met before?
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
Fly back to me
Straight path to my arms
Check my arrivals
You know just where to start
Glace over my flight plan
See just where you are
Land on my runway
Climb right on board
Buckle in my dear
I'll take you anywhere you want
I promise a smooth ride
A destination in my heart
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
Distance knows, as distance grows,
It's short and long
It can raise the stakes and hopes.
It can make you long for the edge,
For the thing at the other side.
Distance doesn't have to be in miles or in feet.
Distance could be attitudes, expressions;
In class, availability...victories or defeat...
You are out of my reach, a distance away.
I can't help but look your way and pray
Praying you would notice me
You may glace toward me, but its not what I want
I just wish to gaze into your eyes
And have you smile at me...only me.
But two inches between us,
Make it as if we have nothing to say,
And we really have miles between us,
And this distance grows each and every day.
You're the king, the prince of hearts,
While I a simple pawn who would melt
to just get a glimpse of your face.
This distance knows, and oh how quickly it grows
At the end of this road...
We'll never see each other again.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
I look at you
you glance up
I look away
I glance up
you're looking at me
I glace away
This little dance,
Our peeks and glances
It continues on
I hope you
are braver
than me.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
Here. What now?
Driven by swift passion and desire,
driven by destined taxi,
that chooses its own road.
Steering close to the edge,
closer and closer,
until attractive embrace towards the danger,
and unknown, pulls in with violent tug,
Finally – fall,
Tumble down, in drunk state of mind,
unawareness of destination,
Just fall, and fall, and fall,
Until you land on hellish ground,
like new born child, you have no place here,
direction and time are non-existent,
but you must go on,
Like new born, take first steps,
they’re always the worst,
sharp gravel piercing tender skin,
scars remain on toes, for world to see,
Once rhythm starts,
feel accepted and comfortable,
but wear a disguise,
so they can’t see it’s me.
I often glace towards them,
at the peak, I see them laugh,
together, hand in hand – united,
high on ecstasy and joy.
Here. What now?
What I wanted, to be so sure,
yet – be so very wrong,
no turning back, this is where I belong.
Unhappy on both realms,
bitter boredom never overcome,
individuality illusions, still to be found,
not happy both up with them, and down here.
So where shall I plant my roots?
Perhaps, it’s not the destination,
but the journey of my fall.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 4:35 AM UTC
Crushed in inebriation
Just one glace to trigger my elation
Dancing in the sunlight
Figures dull and bright
Racing pulse, shaking hands
Explosive loss of coordination
Lost to my intoxication
Drinking you in,
Just drinking you in
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 7:11 PM UTC
Your energy, is apart of me..I am left speechless. As your eyes met mine, then I am approached by you another time. I looked and could not find you.....I looked and could not find you. My heart set empty for you. My eyes caught a glace of an energy romance.......
You found me and with joy, all I could do is smile. My heart heavy for your pains and excited fro your strength...I just want to be apart of what makes it all sync....I see you, and I know your strong and torn. Let me be who I can be for you, And I will keep your heart warm. I will make you laugh between the tears and fears......All you have to do is Let your energy be free. And a Friend to you I'll be.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
It starts with a glace...
Was it's occurrence by chance?
Words expressed through sight.
Emotions yet to be seen in light.
What runs through thoughts of both?
one could only hope to quoth.
What eyes can show on the spot.
Sometimes words describe, not.
Longing for company is seen.
Fluid conversation, that's the dream.
Will affections be shyly lent.
Or would conversations flow, as meant?
To know some one is there.
To know you are not laid bare.
What intent is there to love?
To have someone to think of.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
Heads revolving around topics and unanswered questions,
And questions about a lonely fan
Staring at us, revolving its three pedal shaped figures,
Not creating any new air,
Just transcending what we already have to us
Which I find pretty ironic…
But we can’t live without that fan can we?
I lost track of time not because I am lost, but because my phone died on me
Along with all the other people around ;
The unity between material and man…
My coffee, is black
And so is her sweater now half wrinkled half folded over,
Because she can’t seem to figure out a way to sit,
A way to think
A way to sink in the thoughts of the whole universe within one glace of her beautiful eyes-
Bumping into mine;
And our eye contact couldn’t stand longer than two seconds,
But in those two seconds,
I met her,
I got to know her better,
We went on our first date
I created a whole scenario about us living together and having a child running to me saying
“dad, how did you meet mommy” but child I never did…
Smiling faces, joyful faces
Shape the vibe of the coffee shop that has been my sanctuary for the summer;
The summer of “enchanter”, blue silver and white lights
Long walks on the shores of my chores,
And thoughts that were once yours
Until you sent me those messages
And from that day I realized I am alone.
I am alone for when I met you,
You told me the story of how once you were a child
Growing up between warheads and air headed brothers,
And fairy dust brushed off of the VCR tapes from your favorite movies
Which are now nothing but old 90’s classics.
When I met you,
You talked to me of how you want to become a fashion designer,
And visit france and sleep in paris
Stopping time right at the moment when you find your prince charming,
Because if time passes by and you grow old
You lose track of things and time and not cause your phone died on you
But because you are lost.
You are lost in space and time for when
I met you, you told me about past crushes and crushed hearts,
Future plans and undiscovered parts;
But you never told me about you now…who you are…
As if it was my job to discover that,
As if I was obliged to read the signs in your desperate eyes
And come up with a full analysis of the thing that is you
On a white sheet, same as the one I was writing on
Before I cried poetry upon it;
And poetry becomes fire when in contact with the air I breathe,
And so I choke on ashes every time I see you
For the poetry I wanna write could not be spoken so I just keep it inside;
I just keep it inside and choke on it…
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
Le Baiser de ton rêve
Est celui de l'Amour !
Le jour, le jour se lève,
Clairons, voici le jour !
Le Baiser de mon rêve
Est celui de l'Amour !
Enfin, le jour se lève !
Clairons, voici le jour !
La caresse royale
Est celle de l'Amour.
Battez la générale,
Battez, battez, tambour !
Car l'Amour est horrible
Au gouffre de son jour !
Pour le tir à la cible
Battez, battez, tambour.
Sa caresse est féline
Comme le point du jour :
Pour gravir la colline
Battez, battez, tambour !
Sa caresse est câline
Comme le flot du jour :
Pour gravir la colline,
Battez, battez, tambour.
Sa caresse est énorme
Comme l'éclat du jour :
Pour les rangs que l'on forme,
Battez, battez, tambour !
Sa caresse vous touche
Comme l'onde et le feu ;
Pour tirer la cartouche,
Battez, battez un peu.
Son Baiser vous enlace
Comme l'onde et le feu :
Pour charger la culasse,
Battez, battez un peu.
Sa Caresse se joue
Comme l'onde et le feu :
Tambour, pour mettre en joue,
Battez, battez un peu.
Sa caresse est terrible
Comme l'onde et le feu :
Pour le cœur trop sensible
Battez, battez un peu.
Sa caresse est horrible,
Comme l'onde et le feu :
Pour ajuster la cible,
Restez, battez un peu.
Cette Caresse efface
Tout, sacré nom de Dieu !
Pour viser bien en face,
Battez, battez un peu.
Son approche vous glace
Comme ses feux passés :
Pour viser bien en face
Cessez.
Car l'Amour est plus belle
Que son plus bel amour :
Battez pour la gamelle,
Battez, battez tambour,
Toute horriblement belle
Au milieu de sa cour :
Sonnez la boute-selle,
Trompettes de l'Amour !
L'arme la plus habile
Est celle de l'Amour :
Pour ma belle, à la ville,
Battez, battez tambour !
Car elle est moins cruelle
Que la clarté du jour :
Sonnez la boute-selle,
Trompettes de l'Amour !
L'amour est plus docile
Que son plus tendre amour :
Pour ma belle, à la ville,
Battez, battez tambour.
Elle est plus difficile
À plier que le jour :
Pour la mauvaise ville,
Battez, battez tambour.
Nul n'est plus difficile
À payer de retour :
Pour la guerre civile,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser le plus large
Est celui de l'Amour :
Pour l'amour et la charge,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser le plus tendre
Est celui de l'Amour,
Battez pour vous défendre,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser le plus chaste
Est celui de l'Amour :
Amis, la terre est vaste,
En avant, le tambour.
Le Baiser le plus grave
Est celui de l'Amour :
Battez, pour l'homme brave,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser qui se fâche
Est celui de l'Amour :
Battez pour l'homme lâche,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser le plus mâle
Est celui de l'Amour :
Pour le visage pâle
Battez, battez tambour.
La Caresse en colère
Est celle de l'Amour :
Car l'Amour, c'est la guerre,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser qu'on redoute
Est celui de l'Amour :
Pour écarter le doute,
Battez, battez tambour.
L'art de jouir ensemble
Est celui de l'Amour :
Or, mourir lui ressemble :
Battez, battez tambour.
L'art de mourir ensemble
Est celui de l'Amour :
Battez fort pour qui tremble,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser le plus calme
Est celui de l'Amour :
Car la paix, c'est sa palme,
Battez, battez tambour.
La souffrance, la pire,
Est d'être sans l'Amour :
Battez, pour qu'elle expire,
Battez, battez tambour.
Le Baiser qui délivre
Est celui de l'Amour :
Battez pour qui veut vivre,
Battez, battez tambour.
La Caresse éternelle
Est celle de l'Amour :
Battez, la mort est belle,
Battez, battez tambour.
La guerre est la plus large
Des portes de l'Amour :
Pour l'assaut et la charge,
Battez, battez tambour.
La porte la plus sainte
Est celle de la mort :
Pour étouffer la plainte
Battez, battez plus fort.
L'atteinte la moins grave
Est celle de la mort :
L'amour est au plus brave,
La Victoire... au plus fort !
1.7k
Les mots:
du sucre glace
saupoudré
sur les sommets
de nos pensées.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
Romance.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour :
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
En vous voyant, je me rappelle
Et mes plaisirs et mes succès ;
Comme vous, j'étais jeune et belle,
Et, comme vous, je le savais.
Soudain ma blonde chevelure
Me montra quelques cheveux blancs...
J'ai vu, comme dans la nature,
L'hiver succéder au printemps.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
Naïve et sans expérience,
D'amour je crus les doux serments,
Et j'aimais avec confiance...
On croit au bonheur à quinze ans !
Une fleur, par Julien cueillie,
Était le gage de sa foi ;
Mais, avant qu'elle fût flétrie,
L'ingrat ne pensait plus à moi !
Dansez, fillettes du Village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
À vingt ans, un ami fidèle
Adoucit mon premier chagrin ;
J'étais triste, mais j'étais belle,
Il m'offrit son cœur et sa main.
Trop tôt pour nous vint la vieillesse ;
Nous nous aimions, nous étions vieux...
La mort rompit notre tendresse...
Mon ami fut le plus heureux !
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
Pour moi, n'arrêtez pas la danse ;
Le ciel est pur, je suis au port,
Aux bruyants plaisirs de l'enfance
La grand-mère sourit encor.
Que cette larme que j'efface
N'attriste pas vos jeunes cœurs :
Le soleil brille sur la glace,
L'hiver conserve quelques fleurs.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour,
Et, sous un ciel exempt d'orage,
Embellissez mon dernier jour !
1.6k
you are the man of the lean and meaner
and I am just a woman of misdemeanor
holding such attributes of will and power
each time I wander my confidence got smaller
handling ill times with a gentle caress of ease
my effort and failed attempts carried away with the afternoon breeze
the moment arose when you saw my face
acceleration sped up in my heart as it ran at a dangerous pace
instant affection created in a glace held for seconds
I had forgotten your face, until this very moment of minuscule bond
you were perfect in image, as those words continue to prove true
my love once hidden, arose from my perennial blues
once timid and meek, my personality had changed
for the emotions I once secured, were now rearranged
the feelings, so fragile, balanced at the corner
verged yet to tip, or be caught a lusted figure
cards carefully played, laid out on the table
only left to draw, and find emotion in your poker face if I am able
slipping in stubbornness, you smiled ever so sweet
I knew right then, my heart had hope, however meek
my soul fits yours, and the hearts can meet
one day together, and I shall no longer be the meek
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
You’re a storm in summer,
So fast-moving and out of the blue,
You’re like the first day of Spring,
Blooming and slowly rising,
Amongst the decomposing earth,
You’re like a shifting darkness,
Hard to tell where you start and begin,
Filling the space with your whole being,
Your firelight flares up like a firefly,
So bright and fluttering through the twilight,
Your eyes glow with a glace of gold and rose,
So fired up on adrenaline,
Running through the countryside like a wild fox,
Your depression is like the deep artic sea,
When it gets so heavy you crawl into your shell,
So desolated with your own thoughts
You’re like a broken violin,
So beautiful but splintered with visible scars,
From the lovers who had misled you in the past
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
foggy mornings,
we're tangled in sheets
two puffs of smoke,
three kisses on cheeks
i haven't felt this happy in weeks
she smelled like my favorite book,
with bunny eared corners and
underlined regret
her woodpine smile,
will take me a while
to
forget
she likes to scare you,
with tickles and feelings
a horror that conquers
creaking in the crack of darkness or
darkness
or
darkness
her eyes shine like Union Terminal
and her tye-dye smiles
are opaque
and clear
but my dear,
and my god,
and my God,
she is beautiful
she's the simple succulent,
no need for water
or commitment
but pleasing and
familiar
she's a polaroid picture
of the Queen City
and **** is she witty
she's the only girl
who mocks Lana
and gets away with it
she calls you "honey,"
in her perfumed sheets
with a snowy exterior
on the busy streets
because from carmel apples
to frosted sidewalks,
she asks questions
and questions and questions
and she has a
glace that leaves cuts
on your heart and
a sway that rips your
control
apart
but monsters are people too,
and we could fall from grace together
monsters are people too,
and right now i'll endure
this
weather
i don't care about titles anymore
i don't care about length anymore
i care about guitar vibratons
and laughing on foggy mornings
and a puff of smoke and a kiss
on the cheek
and do you know why?
because
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
So pick up the scissors and cut it the **** out!
Then take a stick and knock it the **** off.
Alright, all done?
Are you ready for a conversation consisting of truth?
Or does that concept still, somehow, confuse you?
For years I've been fighting a battle with the cowardice in you!
And now, after all of it, I have more emotional involvement in my shoe.
No, scratch that, not in my shoe...
Because that dog **** I stepped in last week, has more integrity than you.
Fidelity, do you know what that is?
Egregious, do you know that word exists?
How about 'low life ***** mother fucker'?
Oh, meaning got through.
Allow me a moment to adjust my vocabulary for you.
You're a coward. A snail. A waste of my time and space.
A blister, throbbing pustule on the *** of the human race.
You have never been loyal.
You're robbing me of my youth.
The worst part is, I see myself becoming like you.
I admire the way you avoid the subject.
The method you use to crawl out of the line of fire.
Throwing others in front of the bus so you don't hit the tires.
That's right, its all their fault, duh.
You really think I'm that ******* stupid, huh?
Well. **** you.You're a ******
A ******* class A.
A dissapointment, A nebbish, A poltroon, A quitter and recreant.
Someone I should have never given a second glace.
I mean it.
I'd be a liar if I didn't admit.
I regret the last four years of this ****
I'd be ******* stupid to stick around for more of this.
I give your life meaning? Purpose?
If that's true I hope you're crushed by my indifference.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
golden rays of sun, kiss Your soft cheeks.
and clovers sprout in the path You followed.
Your pomegranate lips softly hum, melodic a
as a nightingale's song. I ache for a taste.
Oh my persephone, bring on the season,
where hyacinth blooms and morning dew
sleeps soundly on fields. Your lovely soul,
as pure as springs beauty. for star-shine
sparkles in your eyes. lighting up all of
earth, all of My life along with it. gentle
hand, intertwined. bless me with Your
glace. baptize me, pomegranate kiss.
planting seeds inside, My heart. budding,
growing. my Love for You, flourishes like a
garden. forever abundant.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
i cant still feel your hair on my hand
the way it glides between my little fingers
short stubbles of your flaxen locks
the way it interlocks with my weary hand as it moves all around
as painful as the grass beneath my naked feet
though i sink to the earth
mellow like the ocean tides
but not a glace afterwards
evermore harsh
evermore loud
but softy as you whisper nothing into my ears
say hello to mute goodbye
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC