"gratifies" poems
Surrender if you can't do
or
render if you want to
there is no place
for a defeatist, a flaccid mace.
Cry if you feel so
or
try if you can take the blow
no one remembers the grey
the ashes are forgotten in the tray...
Lie if you feel insecure
or
die in the quest to procure
the wind gratifies the soul
who walks against it with a hunger for galore
Defy if you can't take the heat
else
Comply if you expected the beat
don't sulk and forfeit the game
stand steady and take all the blame
Unite if you dare to share
else
Divide if you can't be fair
The trophies just shine for a while
Later, they gather dust in the exile
Believe if it invades your sleep
else
Relieve if it's beyond your keep
Don't make promises, you cannot tend
Don't demean the hopes, you cannot transcend
Walk the road for the sake of the journey
And
Talk if your words quench their yearnings
There is no pride in yelling the sermons to the mass
the words will finally bounce back and hit you at last....
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
There he sat, in that old leather chair. Shrouded by a cloud of smoke of his own making. A firm grip on his glass, swirling the liquid as if he had all the time in the world. The golden hue of his drink is inviting. He takes a leisurely sip of his drink, allowing time to appreciate the flavour and the warmth that spreads within as it gratifies each corner of his mouth, he swallows almost as slowly. He doesn’t need to look at the clock; he knows it is soon to be his time. His face is weathered and old and it bears no expression that would give insight to his thoughts. The cigarette in his free hand burns slowly and the smoke from it dances off into the air, making it hard to see. A thin clear tube traces from inside his nose, across his tired face and over his ears, it is attached to an oxygen machine that inhabits the corner of the room. He stares lovingly at the photos on the wall across from him, the photos of his daughters and their mother puts him at ease. He is relaxed and calm for he loves them more than can be explained or understood. A smile settles on his face. ‘God bless my three girls' he thinks, his mouth giving way to another drink. He drifts off into the most peaceful of sleeps and his kind eyes close for the last time.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
Requisite deliverance delights impatient souls
So inquisitive in their unmindful natures
Compulsion extracts the accumulation of indulgence
Characteristic in all of their features
Marked persuasion gratifies their inflexible needs
So amusing on every occasion
Never diminishing their vigorous attempts to hold
To everything without any patience
To assume any position of charitable defense
Would be slanderous to your own name
So you laugh hysterically at the clever simplicity
Of beating them at their own game
Indignant responses from these impatient souls
Are incredibly few and far between
As they are, too busy making new impatient demands
For their minds to understand what they have seen
Patience may hinder the quick granting of your heart’s desires
However, impatience can make one look brainless
So unless you would rather be the brunt of a joke
Be patient, it will be painless
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
His awesome silence
Allays the soul
His beautiful silence
Blesses our spirit
His calm silence
Comforts our heart
His deafening silence
Dramatises His presence
His eloquent silence
Eludes all words
His frequent silence
Finalizes all questions
His glorious presence
Gratifies the senses
His Holy silence
Hushes our being
His incredible silence
Illuminates our minds
His judicious silence
Judges all matters
His kingly silence
Kindles a flame
His long silence
Lingers all night
His mysterious silence
Mystifies His aura
His necessary silence
Negates all doubts
His outstanding silence
Outdoes our interference
His peaceful silence
Precedes all victories
His quick silence
Questions our motives
His royal silence
Restores the poor
His sudden silence
Surprises the proud
His tangible silence
Touches the searching
His unique silence
Unravels all misconceptions
His voiceless silence
Visits the hasty
His wonderful silence
Washes all fears
His X-ray silence
X-irradiates our consciences
His yuletide silence
Yields to reflection
His zesty silence
Zooms into prosperity
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Here , origami flowers , folded willingly
While I touched only pleasure with my mind.
These hands moved under guidance of zen ecstacy
Fingers deftly flip over forms
Directed by shivers of Kali pointing out
My next act with ten thousand hands
this lotus encloses secret airs
That blew a glance turned gaze
from a plurality into a singularity
black body radiation gratifies our dieties
engrams exist in a black hole
all that matters in memory one
overdense point S)P)E)C)I)A)L)
an orb of delusion that i will attempt to
hold with nonattachment and gratitude.
Here, take this fragile piece of paper
time form energy used by me
now it is a flower
For all holidays
And broken promises unmended
take this flower
please accept it
and when you go home
and throw it away
don't tell me
you care
This lily is for that all the mistrust, miscommunication , lies , painful fights.
But you will never know that
I will just give you a flower
next time random time
we meet .
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 1:53 AM UTC
A heart that once was tender
Can somehow turn to stone
Their words may still sound gentle
The actions set the tone
A rock is just a rock
But a quill may well disguise it
As lips may spin BS
And hide the cold inside it
Those hearts can thrive on weakness
To feed on and grow stronger
‘Reuse that same old source
To resupply their hunger
It gratifies their muse
To know they have your number
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
Fume of the mystic air
flows to create
an invisible lodge
a harmonic rhythm
of knowing the other.
Sanctuary of Love
shelters the Kiss.
Received touch
makes up
points of Desire
as flesh and blood
from the etheric.
She,
A fluid transparency
made of interchangeable
unique crystalline particles
of unseen color,
Reflects
an indefinable atomic structure
Draws contours of a body
that subtly shapes along the kiss.
‘Kiss me’
is a thankful whisper
‘Play me to a oneness’
gratifies the breath
along her neck,
lips, forehead
and knees
an anechoic chamber of limpid breeze
rectifying bliss
an irrefutable awareness of joy
a gifted Unity
an honored desire
She feels the
colors of zephyr and without visualizing
grows into the derived equivalence
of emerging pinks or jutting greens
she is destined to remain as invisible as
his’… not owned - not reserved
interdependency
‘nothing stays nowhere
a thing is not received if you are not there
A blessing of the moment is everywhere
you are drawn to where and what you truly were’
As the body gets formed
miracle gets real
As miracle gets real
the body gets formed
and mutates
a lucent gate
towards a universe
so The wind can pass
At the edge
she molds
to …
…. a
……….something new
The lover the love
The now at now
senses itself
in white lines
a bridal delicacy
‘A flower’
tales say
with myriad petals
living at the edge of the universe
She reads the volatile coolness
of the warm colored
differently sized light trace that
the fumes,
the kiss ,
the breath,
the blow,
the zephyr,
the lover
has become for her
she traces
his ever expanding Trace
so that perpetually he shall progress
for the universe
while she remains
and observes
as her nature requires her to be
as their dual existence is conditioned to
as is nature’s one
unconditional
or Love’s
She, the precision of joy that he creates for
the eternal witness of bliss
Colored by divine light
of rejuvenation
of freedom
of truth
breathes
at a place beyond thoughts
at the edge of a universe.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
We’re the generation that
Validates its existence through memes Everyone can relate with,
Gratifies itself through likes,
Swiping a nod of 'count me in'.
What happened to the times
When two strangers would connect
Over nothing but a smile?
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
How do we escape?
This prison isn't steel,
iron,
even simple sticks.
These bars are made of bone,
wrapped in pleasure,
flesh.
Bound in nerves,
veins.
My prison is pulsing,
beating.
I know it's a trap,
a misconception,
but even so it's tempting
to live in the moment,
to do what gratifies me
here,
now.
My body is a traitor,
fallen,
demanding,
insidiously reaching.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming
and the fingers do nothing
but spread it on to what’s wrinkling.
When the voice is a strange thing
for the continuous vowels are worn out…shrieked at himself.
Then the narcissistic grin is all that gratifies the soul
which no one has ever come in contact with.
They speak of it when they’re broke
yet it’s broke too.
Escape is but a word.
You run,
but
the
eyes
of
the
rotten
follow.
To feed is luscious.
Just one night
when the god is asleep.
Let me feed.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
This is not a poem!!!!!
It is a prayer for my son
His belief in his heart is
He can save the World for God
He has just begun
I pray God's spirit does stay in control
He keeps my son truly whole
In my true youth
I had this much soul
I let this sinful world take control
God brought my son
To me to carry on His legacy
I bow at my knees
Pray He takes control and gratifies
My sons soul
My sons mission in Peru
Is to see the lost through
To love ALL mankind
To break barriers
To think in Jesus mind
AMEN
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
while she
is up
the sleeves
that saki
gratifies here
and while
her attire
still cleaves
in my
heart that
mistook a
hint of
glamour whether
or not
this thirst
is all
it takes
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
A lightning array of seductive words
A thunderous momentum which I've heard
With your each exhale, sound escapes
As I inhale your words, the meaning resonates
Wandering for so long, I wasn't lost
Walking atop boundaries of the uncrossed
I wasn't lost but was somehow found
By the overwhelming resonance of your sound
With all the energy I have yet to exhaust
And with these cold hands that need to defrost
My ink gratifies what has been and what has passed
That someone spoke what I needed to hear at last
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
I love your hair
The small strands
Of golden brown and
The way it moves like waves
Around my fingers
As I watch them disappear
In and out of view
I love the way
My lips feel
On the bottom of your neck
The skin concaving
To the kisses
That I place there
With my chin resting
Against your collarbone
I love the hands
That draw swirls
Absentmindedly
On my thigh
Or lay on the curve
Of my waist
Your fingers
Brushing my spine
As they nestle
Between my ribs
I love your eyes
The blue of a forget-me-not
Saturated with that plea
Swirling
With the jets of blue
That crash into the harbor
And the caves disguised
As craters
That barrel through my soul
I love your lips
That kiss my hand
When holding them
Isn't enough
That caress my own
Like a warm sigh
That bubbles inside
Or that rest against
My forehead
To show me
Reassurance
Isn't only in words
I love your feet
That root themselves
Around mine
When I try to push you away
My winds howling
Through your branches
As you sway
Like a pendulum
Back and forth
Accepting of the rain
I love your smile
That gratifies my humor
And rises with your cheeks
That blush the color
Of the inside of a cherry blossom
When I whisper in your ear
I love your wise stare
That playfully pulls at my pigtails
As I twirl in circles
And shout at the Gods
Seeing me as Helena
Inside the quirky passions
Of a young woman
Trying to find her voice
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
How enlightening is it to think
That our whole world can be altered in a single blink
Life as I knew sighted, now becomes vacant
Driven into an endless tunnel of mystery
Which gratifies my thirst at present
Eradicating any signal of reality
And instead
Focusing on my retained energy
And how easy is it to see
The close proximity between two worlds
One that surrounds me, and one that is within
Within my ability to create my own life, rather than merely live by it
How wonderfully designated is the life I experience
Inside my dream
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
They stand out among the empty
Blossoms trees of pink
In the coldest season of the year
we've been graced with
their delicate, soft ambiance
As amazing as they look
As beautiful as they are
They're here now
And they'll be gone tomorrow
Let us let pink know now, they are appreciated
Let us let pink know now, their lure shines
Let us let pink know now, our sight of them gratifies us
Let us let pink know now, we love them
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 5:17 PM UTC
Love is the most human endeavour
It gratifies the soul
For Love I'm an enthusiast
I won't stop harking at all
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC