"glim" poems
Morning:
The day is looking great,
So start your day with a smile away from hate.
The wind says don't forget to feel him,
He wishes you a day full of glim.
Night:
A dreamy night would be nice,
When you close your eyes I wish you paradise.
I pray God not to give you nightmares,
So you can sleep well because you're in God's care.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
You're under this notion,
fueled by the flashing colored screen.
What you think you need,
what you know you need.
They've got it so right, they've got it oh so right
Living life like we're under the spotlight
Lights, camera, action
we follow the rhythm
believe the system
oblivious to the secret faction,
solely conceived as a distraction.
Impressionable we were,
deeply displaced,
Young eyes glaring into space,
we become what our imaginations trace.
Outlines of the human race,
told by the man behind the box
without a human face.
New watch, new ring, brand new play-thing
it's all you need,
they burn the fuel to your greed.
impregnating our every last thought,
only concerned with what, when and how-
much, we've already bought.
Remove the glim and glam of their cerebral spam.
the pursuit of happiness isn't in your wallet or your T.V. screen,
they'll only tell you it's how you're supposed to be seen.
Deceitfully robbing us of our imaginations, confining us to
their own limitations.
Overthrow their control and shut off your televisions.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
i.
Creation's not of mistake, nor of
Natural selection, we art not of
Darwinian theory, nor of
temporal direction.
ii.
We slumbereth neath the
gipseian bleujaday, captured
By the great painter's hand;
King and queen of the mid-
Night crave, wax of glim's
On crystal stands.
iii.
Eurasian ether, creational
Blend, the mountain's do
Shaketh, when heavesia
Commends.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
I'm a prisoner in my own mind,
And my thoughts have made me blind,
I keep searching but I never find.
I'm a prisoner in my own mind.
I'm a prisoner in my own head,
And my own body wants me dead.
It's got me stuck here on this bed.
I'm a prisoner in my own head.
I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
And my old soul is wearing thin.
I can't get out, but how'd I ever get in?
I'm a prisoner in my own skin.
I'm a prisoner in my own room,
And no light ever hits the gloom.
A comfortably quite spacious kind of tomb,
I'm a prisoner in my own room.
I'm a prisoner in my own house,
And there's no glim left to douse.
No one to comfort me, not even a mouse.
I'm a prisoner in my own house.
But I'm no prisoner to the world, no doubt.
I'm a refugee they could live without.
So I'll be perfectly still. I'm not gonna shout.
They could wait forever but I'm not coming out.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
The night is long
My world is an illusion
I take this fall
This is my submission
At this hour so late
I see you out the window
Alone I wait
As I try to right my wrongs
And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
The fireplace burn
I am locked in
I see the sun
Your eyes, they glim
And I sit there
Watching you drift to sleep
Wish you could hear
The silence clouds my screams
And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
My demons call to me
Remind me of my sins
My past lures me
Hiding in the den
Your hand I hold
Lead me back to light
And I’m so lost
Give me back my life
And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
I reach out to you
Vanished like a dream distant
Raining blood on me
Death staring from distance
And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
"A prisoner
of acrobatics.
A cosmic
seed of
bloomed vanity;
a gentle sin.
An indulgence of
glim & glam,
unable to
cut the rope."
|| shoo.shu ||
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
i.
Mine ecclesiastical adamant, amiss I am
With thou not close, I stareth from mine
Window, as an old lost ghost; needing
Thine hand on mine.
ii.
Agin, I needeth thee, next to me,
Warmth of the age's, an unaging
Recipe; for a king and queen,
acceptably.
iii.
I feeleth as a man
Locked in a cage,
The steel to heavy
To breaketh through
To thy face, though
Stuck through this
Glass, beyond the
Other side, I canst
Only hopeth, for
Ourn day, ourn
Time, I knoweth
We'll meeteth.
One day we wilt
Shine, one day
I'll connect to
Thine glim, one
Day thou shalt;
In mine arm's
Be mine.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose dedicated)
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
With blood cascading constantly,
These narrow glim lines under my pale skin,
I question, maybe I'm alive.
That the raging hammer thumping,
The hollow heart in my chest,
Means I am simply existing.
These soft inhales and exhales,
Thick polluted air,
It must mean something.
Though it could be confusion,
Simply too real to be illusion,
Definitely not delusion.
Maybe I've come to a conclusion.
To end my manic mental drive,
Maybe I'll live not to survive.
I think I am alive.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
i look for your skin to crawl
for your hair to get lost in
for the softest of your breathing
for the flames that you caused
for the burning in mine
inside this cave where the monsters sleep
where i tried to sweep and ****
where you whispered your tricks
where i shoot up the glim
where you whistle and flee
you watched them point their swords at me
i remain small to keep you where you want to be
Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 5:44 AM UTC
She lit a cigarette in his name, and poured some ***** onto her scars.
As the night became darker she whispered a broken 'i love you' from the door ajar.
She could see his chest rising and falling, and that was the first time she neglected her heart.
The second time came around as she poured some wine onto her guilt.
As the night became lonely she whispered her shaky 'im sorry' to the candles reflected on the silk.
She could see the shadow of his embrace as it moved slowly to the rhythm of their thrill.
The third time came as she poured whiskey onto her fears.
As the night became somber, she whispered 'i don't want to be here'.
From the kitchen counter she could see the glim of his body, as she hoped he couldn't see through her tears.
The last time came around as she poured some gin onto her lies.
From the shower curtain she could see the warm water falling upon his eyes.
When the night became heavy, she whispered a nostalgic 'good-bye' as her clothes fell from skin, for one last time
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Breathe
In
Out
Again
You’re safe
You’re warm
You’re home again
You’re safe and sound
You’re still around
Your soul is found
Bent low on the ground
Your face became shroud
But the water
Her water
His water
Their water
It loved you
It cleaned you
It sailed you home
The clearest water you’ve ever seen
The perfect temperature so keen
Your thirst is gone
The familiar man in the distance
Clad in Red
You’ve escaped his vengeance
His game is dead
Dead by the wondrous sword
You stare at him
He stares back so glim
Then he bows
Accepting your win
Then he’s gone
Gone forever
Happy endeavors
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
“Those who wander along the beach
Find conches and shells
But those who dare to venture
Into the depth of the ocean
Discover precious pearls...”
Of blindness must we suffer not to see
The hidden pearl into the imperfection
How many lives
May pass around us
Before we notice beauty,
Force, or splendor
Soul-stirring people in the day
Arose to my eyes
Somebody thinking of ending her life
Somebody terminally ill,
Praying for courage
In the ones that will be left behind
So many people we don’t look upon
Because they don’t seem good enough
Bright enough
To get our admiration
Spectacular enough
Young enough
Or maybe rich enough
Joyful enough
Or full of life enough
To catch our eye
To rise our glim
Our interest or our closeness...
How much distress
And how much desolation
Must we endure now
Before we see them
Embrace them
Treasure them
Learn from them
Cry with them
Grow with them
They slide unobserved
Soul-stirring
Like shadows
Shadows of thoughts that we are
Sky-stirring
Those who wander along life
Find conches and shells
But those who dare to venture
In the depth of the soul
Find pearls
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
i.
i had a dream there were polaroids of us.
developing sunken and strewn across,
my pink comforter; a soft cosmos.
i saw how happy we were,
you tall and in your glasses,
arms around me and hunched
to envelope your frame around mine.
behold; my real smile.
not where my controlled lips cover my gum line,
to feign the sort of *elationship i experienced
only when we would speak.
would speak.
ii.
shut the curtains.
i don’t even want the sun
to filter in through the fabric
and change the tone of my pale skin.
i want to stay the same,
i want to be exactly as i was
the day you reached across,
felt me, and i touched you.
iii.
i want to hold our whole world
and hand it to you in my palm,
even if mine crumbles.
Atlas bent and crippled from the pressure
i am devoted
to holding you up.
i will not shrug.
(oh, i must move on)
iv.
no. cleanse my home w. white sage
and string along my bedpost
bewitched apples cored. cored.
finally biting into you was like biting
into an apple that hid a star.
and *omitted, how i adore stars.
i lose sleep surrounded by them,
counting them,
staring into mirror telescopes until
my eyes burn and my vision blurs.
i will hold you in my mind’s eye forever.
i will dedicate and devote every motion onward
toward the path which leads back to you.
even if it feels eerily, like eights.
infinity. behold infinity
within the iris of your
half-moon eyes smiling
back in a b e a m.
v.
i’ll race time to the future,
at the far end of our solar system.
first steps cracking untouched crust
of Pluto’s nitrogen snow,
at the center of her heart shaped crater.
look back into time
as the glim of Earth is licked
and flickers the moment
of our first kiss.
like these memories, no more
than a spectacle, a twinkle, in
the otherwise steady shine of Earth
bathed in our Sun’s overcast light.
filtered and shrunk by distance and
gravity as a star I had never gleaned before.
how fortune smiles upon all
who behold you, *omitted.
-six pm | *apples, mirrors, snow
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC
Excruciating is the swim,
under the monotonous glim.
The walls, I wish to defy
and give what it takes to satisfy
my dream of freedom
my freedom of dreams
taste the saline cream
for I am the turtle in the tank
aspiring to leap high
to swim across the ocean
under the mighty blue sky
Insipid is the strawberry
she feeds me with delight.
my heartbeat numbing down
succumbing to the blight
If only she could hear
my cry under the carapace,
I would take her to my abode
and bathe her in the sunlight.
for I am the turtle in the tank
breathing blood with every sigh
my scutes fading away
my wings are calcified.
She tells me matters of her heart,
and stories of her trend,
and at times she makes faces
that I fail to comprehend.
At times when she is gloomy,
she just stares me blatantly,
as if asking me to understand
for I am the turtle in the tank
and that is what I try
I sooth distressed hearts
and mine no one pry.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
Shadows glooming despondency uprightly,
Focusing a glim of shame and imposed abandoning.
''You look greatly molded in depression,
Your burden to me looks fancy.....''
That was a misery softened evil ****
Piercing through into my shallow hollowed ears.
Our rep casted her eyes aside,
Hoping to swift through a refreshing outlook.
The sight of it burdened her eyebrows,
Her lids stashed with a haulage of anger.
The wicked lingered in every set of a piece,
Even the tiny, lest we forget about the shiny.
It dug through and through to the cores of her bliss,
Sowing pandemonium, doubt and crime.
What crime?
Crimes of self doubt, crimes of hopelessness,
Cries for help, cries for a decent revitalizing wave.
Miles of cries led to crimes,
Cries of eyes for miles.
We are within the evil, daily
We brew it steadily.
Our hope, not a strategy; is that we live,
We survive this feeling.
We are 21.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC
If only I could ask the Moon...
Is there someone waiting for me...on the other side of the road...
with those eager and desperate look in his eyes...
with the glim in his smiles...
to meet his half soul????
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
(J)ust like a noble steed she strides through the boundaries of every unmapped terrain.
(O)ne magnificent beast that could pass any hurdle with one leap and never feels the strain.
(S)uch beauty that she possesses brightly, makes the stars go dim.
(E)ven gods would probably kneel before her and just watch her glim.
(M)ighty as a stallion riding towards barren fields.
(A) vast amount of knowledge is what she has and what she wields.
(R)ested within her is a golden heart said to be pure.
(I)n her soul there is an endless humility with an extent that no man can measure.
(E)ternal like time and change, all cherished treasures.
(B)raving storms that only comes in the darkest days and the blackest nights.
(O)n solid ground she plants her feet as she prepares for the fight.
(R)ushing against the blowing wind and towards a victorious plight.
(J)ourneying through long and rough winding roads she walks to find her path.
(A)s to where it leads, well lets leave it to her and that is that.
(V)aliant like a true knights sacred mount.
(I)n never ending wars that even kings can no longer count.
(C)ourteously she brings us smiles and laughters whenever the curtains are lifted.
(E)ven if behind it all, all she wishes is that all the sadness would have drifted.
(R)elentless are the tears that would never seem to go away.
(A)nd yet she hopes to find a proper bloke, to mend her heart, and with her to stay.
(L)ove that can over come any test and that is what she prays.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
You blossomed in the most evil soil of em all..
Earth, that's what this horrible place is called...
A flower no seed could birth, a memory no entity could reverse...
I'm In love with the way you embark on your journeys...
You set sail so fierce, ride the waves of life with no protection...
You walk by, the world turns...
Breaks it's neck, at attempt for your attention...
You pay no mind, your eyes tell all...
I could see glim, heart and soul, but pain most of all...
I think that's why I love your heart...
My pain matches yours...
The agony felt good this time, every time...
I'm stuck with demons that choose to be beautiful...
Disguise is the number one form of evil...
I cross this bridge from time to time, dark tends to test me at my lightest...
Skin bruised with struggle and black...
My soul sometimes belongs to him...
I steal it back every night, hoping he'll get tired, but it's me who gives up...
It's me who drops to both knees, and In the moment of living nightmares, beg for ease...
Every crack of the whip drives a new brain cell...
Only mine can't steer, He takes advantage of my weaker me..
When the moon is at it's highest, I sweat and tense in the thought of his presence...
It's been rougher than usual, nights are longer, and the nightmares last...
I'm at a point where giving in seems logical..
I don't understand what I've done, what I've done to receive such evil..
Such heart attack to the soul..
I realized, it was you he fears..
He acts out because he knows your close..
My angel has been sent, this woman everyone dreams of, has been a reality for me...
You brought hope to my attitude, you dug me out of that deep hole, you, you are my guardian..
Your my wings, your my getaway from life..
Your my gateway to that same time..
My beautiful angel,
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
in a jail full of
darkness i diminish
my plasma cells and let
my mind lavitates to
release my glim
in a box full of liars
i maneuver every single
hand on me
to reflect my light
to their glooming hearts
and burn the seals.
in a bottle full of
fortified wine,
i release my helium
to nullify the alcohol
and evade their devils.
in a room full of enemies,
i multiply my hydrogen
to demolish their glimpses
with my fantastic glare.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
I mixed you up with the sky
In the end of the day
With the leaves
Of the forest glim
With our song
“Landing like a stranger”
With life,
I filled my days with you
My ears, my laughter,
My echoes, my hopes,
My steps, my nights,
My wrinkles, my sighs
I should forget
How the world is rolling
The same colors for us,
The same seasons,
Same words
Same smile
I’ll efface you
As a candle - dying,
As the snow on your path
Before walking
From my ears, from my laughter,
My echoes, my hopes,
My steps, my nights,
My wrinkles, my sighs
Still, could I ever efface you
From the orange sky of a sunset
From the leaves of the forest glim
And our song - “Landing like a stranger”?
Without you
I’m landing like a stranger
Into this world
As into any other
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Rotted hollow stumps grow greeting
Minds like yours and mine to meeting
Might and menace - the men retreating
From utter, bar none, monsters beating
Of hearts so strong and weak, along
To stringent thrums they croon our song
They part and in this place belong
Some rightful seat to wax and wrong
In love and scorn, in thoughts alone
Of deeds repaid and sins atoned
Upon the glim we fling the stone
And call aloft to steer us home
But not the blood home whence our birth
Nor still the foster touch of earth
- The flames unfit, the skies in dearth -
Instead on stanchions of our worth
Beneath twin pools of muck and ire
Beneath two more: The beast; The fire;
Ceaseless straits of optic mire
Rivers down and up the spire
From our aft the wire emerges
The string'ed puppet craft from urges
Our safety ropes - A net converges
Upon we fall in chants and dirges
Through gaps astride we tears fall
Side by ****** side from all
Our tide of eyes will cue the call
The masses' fist to uninstall
Yanked aside like rotting weeds
Our amalgam minds took-root recedes
The might has died, the menace bleeds
Our wants - They are this monster's needs
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
Isn't so to say who you are.
It's about glittering eyes for dilated pupils.
It's about control.
It's about the movement of a butterfly's' wings.
Expression will always be there and if you think not it is there glim.
It can't hide but it can be in shadow...
resting.
© 2017 Clarissa van Vreden
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
Just like light, you appeared
Illuminating the darkness away.
Just like a glimpse of hope, you came
To resurrect the still bones in me.
Just like a breath of air, you filled my lungs
Storming death like a flood.
Just like yesterday, I was gone
But now am born again.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Why does it take so much?
I’m only wanting to feel happiness
Dreaming of having it in my clutch
But all I’ve got is emptiness
The night sky looks so glim
Stars shining at every corner
Knowing my chances are pretty grim
I’ll go stand over by the border
Fallen from my perch
Of my broken and eroding kingdom
At least now I’ve got the urge
To taste my freedom
Just like a jet soaring the sky
Or like the open water for a fish
I’ve always said I’ve wanted to fly
And now I have my wish
My love for you is strong in every way
While writing this I’ve begun to cry
‘Cause the only thing I feel I can say
Is goodbye
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
●●●
*you are my soulmate
life is blooming just
alike spring season
otherwise
I am having
continual affinity
with the thorns
whenever
the traverse
of time became
blur and dark in past
you always glim a flambeau
by burning the lamp
of your heart
you are
the guardian
of the life’s garden
full of buds and flowers
always shown me
the path of dignity
and good intentions
our pathways
may be full of flower beds
or cruel harsh as stone
I took the vow
will always walk
along with you in any
adverse circumstances
your arrival is always
alike morning breeze
full of fragrances
whole creations on the earth
feel jealous ad shy
by a glimpse of you*
●●●
©deovrat "अयन" 28.07.2021
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC