"gravitates" poems
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Growth of Man—like Growth of Nature—
Gravitates within—
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it—
Bit it stir—alone—
Each—its difficult Ideal
Must achieve—Itself—
Through the solitary prowess
Of a Silent Life—
Effort—is the sole condition—
Patience of Itself—
Patience of opposing forces—
And intact Belief—
Looking on—is the Department
Of its Audience—
But Transaction—is assisted
By no Countenance—
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I’m rendered powerless. Just about breathless. I watch as each layer of clothing gravitates toward the floor. Strip off the clothes that enveloped his beauty. My knees begin to fail me. Through his stare it feels as though he’s already probing every crevice of my being. Eye-fingers ravish me. He’s bare. My eyes haven’t left him. He smirks, refusing to leave me a spectator. Clammy hands penetrate the chill of the tile lined room. He strips me. I'm sure he senses me shaking.. goosebumps begin to rise. We step into shower. The tap is high, the temperature hot. The passion as well. He’s capturing me. Rapturing my frame, Grasping me. Gasping for me. He pulls me into him.. into the air. My legs incoherently wrap around him. The hot vapors aren't from the water, but our lust we heed. It’s wet. "Think ya can make it to the bedroom?" My throat closes. Barley touching, the pleasure, pressure, of his words render me unable to respond clearly. I nearly whimper out an answer. The smirk returns. This act meant for cleansing morphs into such a ***** one. I’m miserable within myself, the sheer amount of desire burns. Pushing me to the wall his body presses against me. He pushes into me. His hips. His lips. I feel him sliding in and out, violating, his tongue twisting around my own. His body as well. We’re intertwined...
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
these songs are dedicated to those hours late into the night; when the sky gravitates towards the end of the colour spectrum, in which the hues collide, to create an illusion as mesmerising as the look in her eyes when he smiles. because the way the notes grazed her ear drums, as they lift themselves hazily off of the sheet, is one way to describe how it feels when she hears his voice; his laugh encompassing her whole being, enclosing her in a tight embrace.
i sincerely apologise to all the songs i've ruined and stained with the ****** memory of you.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
A One sided women
She walks, stands, and waits to see the radiation that captivates her heart which skips a beat every time.
As she wanders all she can do is look over what see desires but cannot have.
'The lust of the warmth around her arms and waist is just a dream.
Only the temporary sights and glances that passes her without a doubt captures the butterflies that flies around her stomach and mind.
Trying her best not to notice but every where she goes, when she closes her eyes all she sees is what was meant to be.
A visionary photo graph of what would be the sweetest future and wish she gravitates to have and to hold.
Isolated Nights longing for the touch and tastes of bitter sweet dreams.
For only two lungful arms to wrap around tightly as she sleeps soundly and shamelessly.
But only a mist of reality, bursting into a light that wakens her.
It had got to the over whelming point that boils her fearing heart of compassion that lies within her confusion of collapsing blocks that trembled to her feet.
Blushing flesh covered to hide her mask of longing affection.
She waits and waits until the dreadful days of days come quickly in her distance gasps of time.
Knowingly it comes to the end and what all seems to be hopeless she finds what gives her the ability to withstand her days of living this reality of a place that humans call a world to live onto.
A beauty undiscovered by others but only she notices such a treasure that is not worth all the money or air in the whole universe.
Her 2nd life.
As said before only she sees it. A one sided forbidden desire that only notices as an equal to humans.
What exactly is it that she sees so much depth of unrequited lust to go forth on such a useless task.
Blinding as it may seem it’s all she cares to fall or to stand up to her it’s worth the extra steps and painful regrets that takes her place.
Even the opposing forces of beings may disagree but are there really any wrong answers?
Just the thought counts and care that lingers away to words and quotes.
Tell me, will this be another mistake?
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 1:00 AM UTC
I have a friend who
Shines brighter
Loves stronger
Dreams bigger
Than most.
But this blinding star
Suffocates her radiance
Refuses to let the candle eat itself away
And she dwells in the comfort of midnight
The brighest eclipse
Because the truth is
She’s saving her beauty
To give to one who is the color of sky right before dawn
She gravitates toward shadows
And lights up only for the darkness
Now she has found her counterpart
He illuminates her world
Unveils her hidden spark
And uses it to ignite an inferno
But he battles a legion of demons
Trapped in a deadly war against himself
Only he can awaken her
His vibrant smile erasing her mask of smoke
And only she can save him
The blaze in her eyes conquering the monsters that creep in the corners of his mind
Some may think it’s sad
That they only burn together
When no one else is around to see
And others say it’s dangerous
That their intense blend of passion and pain could destroy the universe
But I think it is perfect
For their love has captured
The elegance of charcoal
And the purity of ivory
On a single canvas
So I guess it’s true
That night is the one true love of day
Too much darkness can be deadly
But too much light can burn you away
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Your eyes are lightning—
piercing, penetrating—
stunning.
with a gaze,
You turn me,
a mere mortal,
into stone.
Your presence is—
electrifying.
Your hair is brazen,
Your skin is gold.
Your body sacred oak.
the grace of a swan,
the heart of a lion,
the eyes of an eagle,
the mind of God—
is all Yours.
the sun has half Your warmth,
the sky a quarter of Your greatness,
and the stars an eighth of Your brilliance.
a huff of Your breath
could blow all the birds from the sky.
a flick of Your finger
could crush all the earth's mountains.
a crack of Your voice—
like thunder—
could make all men fall to their knees.
the world gravitates on Your inhalation
and shies away on Your exhale.
all of nature sings of Your glory,
for around You,
everything revolves.
on my chariot
riding on a bridge of brass,
torches in the air—
in imitation of Your celestial glory—
i wonder
if there be a place for me
on mount olympus—
by Your side.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
*Love is Brave
Love is Strong
Awaits the day
Till you come along
Ready to get
The best of us
Love is great
At the ambush
Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love gives the best
Of itself away
Any given night
Any given day
That's the way love is
Without say
Love is Brave
Love is Strong
But will not stay
Where it don't belong
Gravitates
To what it knows
Love will go
Where love will grow
Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love will always have
The last say
Over what to give
Over what to take
Love is Strong
Love is Brave*
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
Down the lonely depths
in her bowels of pressured pitch
brave, his tiger stripes.
Her inner most womb
where amorphous life ignites
closer to one dream
Submarine shelter
In Ocean's love, gravitates:
carnivore protist.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Orange clouds of crystal and
halos of gossamer dust,
regal and iridescent
in all of their shine encrust.
The crown of dominion
a minister of the skies,
surfaces integrity
in winds it's vaporised.
Striking down in lightening
his electric charge berates,
a celestial karma
sacred justice gravitates.
Casting shadows of chaos
with red blemishes of rage.
His sceptre in thunder bolts,
universal he's a sage.
©Jacqui Slade
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Anxiety ******* tearing up inside of me. ***** ******* **** with some *** stained cavities and now shes coming onto me entirely. I should be like finally, but instead the anxious brain of mine avoids the blankets and gravitates towards the rhyme cause reality... what the **** is reality? My extended ****** up morality, apprehending the shortness of mortality or all these sexualities?
He, she, they, them.
See me hock phlegm.
Maybe stock them.
Lay low till' ten.
And then when,
They stop,
My pen cap,
Pops off,
Stabs lead into the head of the said *** already wishing they were dead, but the use of a mag would cause attention, so I'm carrying a handbag full of pens. This is my pencil pushing, pen pushing straight into the gay neck, rushing to **** the wreck of a man and get paid through bills or a check again.
From my anxiety to killing gays, cause I'm willing to get lost in my ways of letting my mind wander, even though I kind of wonder why the gays were on my mind. The ***** that broke my heart was bi, but that's fine. I got nothing against you, unless you hurt me or the ones I love. You get two feet up your *** at once if you harm or speak bad about any of us.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
God before penning the very first word in the book of creation
He knew the last that reflected in inking the very first drop
composing the bottom line that gravitates every creation.
In the know so much so what was yet to be He could call on
indeed assembled all the future humans on the Day of Alast
when He asked ‘Am I not your Lord?’ Yes, we said aloud.
Responded to Him long, long before our physical birth!
The whole shebang was in the beginning in the first set out
Bounce before the Big Bang the number zero before that
and within its circle was a marvelous exponent the pi
constantly pops up with the reasons to be alive!
The first creations were even before all of that
Foundation was laid the stone is a man and woman
indifferent grounds sprawled the eternity in between
that embraces the two with its endless varied beauty
making them truly the distinguished two for the one reality!
God made them with love from the bottom of the heart
Oh the bottom is nectar and more so the rose in bloom
embraces a sweeter debut flowering off a honeyed bud
God's ink flows, the sweetest ocean bellows, from the start
and to the end, all that heard it mellifluous!
Before the cloud basks in the blue dancing in the air
then rains down in serene melodies bedews the atmosphere.
Oh the all transparent ocean of God's first drop of ink goes viral
Fathima rises from the midst, the first spiritual woman swims out,
sipping every drop of this potion ‘there is more’ she clamoured
The begins the end yet no end God’s first creations triumph!
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
You may be wacky
but you never dress tacky
Ever since I saw you in those roller skates
I knew where my soul gravitates
Your soft touch can vanquish the dark stuff
A smile so bright, I'll never need a light
Sometimes I am awestruck and stumble for words like a mute
Gosh, how are you so **** cute
Your face is a reflection of perfection
and with you I hope I am destined.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Part Two
A WALK UNDER THE SEA
_____________
BARRIER REEFS
Great Walls dividing
vast cold deeps from shallow seas.
Hail Metropolis!
SEA-HORSE
Pregnant father sways,
rocking-chair to ocean's gait,
champions patience's race
DEEP (BLUE)
How poignant the face,
sunset eye reflect such depth,
I see how you feel.
FLASH-FLOOD
Heat-wave season's rage:
mountains weeping rivers/skies
siroccos will dry.
OCEAN
1.
Undulating thirst
un abiding liquid dunes
not a drop to drink.
2.
Her bright irises
blue Mariana Trenches
cries deep Pacific.
NAUTILUS
1.
Down the lonely depths
in her bowels of pressured pitch
brave, his tiger stripes.
2.
Her inner most womb
where amorphous life ignites
closer to all dreams.
3.
Submarine seashell
in Ocean's wild, gravitates:
carnivore protist.
FATHOM
1.
Dungeness landscapes:
fear an abyss blindly swims,
(but) in my thoughts you glow
2.
A conflagration
in liquid skies where we bathe
minds a light to see
3.
As deeply precious
a breath that remembers you
soaring dark chasms
4.
Dread at failing Love,
I give a drop in the pond
my life for Gaia...
5.
A magic nation:
love for water will not thirst
imagination.
[ In your thoughts I (will) glow. ]
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
I've bent backwards trying to find the meaning of the hereafter,
then dame inflamed the brain, making the heart beat faster.
I'm trying to appreciate my numbered days inside this vessel,
yet her presence makes the days seem shorter with every nestle.
Misconstrued test tubes of lessons passed.
Experiments of ill placed notions resulted in enlightened grasps.
Life, the illest four letter word,
seems disturbed when challenged with mistimed verbs.
It appears like I've found the right moment.
My vulnerability, the only validity to hesitate atonement.
My past sins dangle from limbs and I can't negate their knowledge given.
But she seems to have a good sense of direction so I don't mind being driven.
We had our moment of truth: a reckless, real, connecting, application of our youth.
I saw the the future in those eyes for that moment and caught a glimpse into the booth.
It had displays of flashing whites, mountain hikes, star sights, travel delights,
galore of discomfort that would result in an enriched palette of new appetite.
Think I've found a new comfort zone, seems close to home,
Haven't been searching but the path led me here, I don't think there's more need to roam.
Still hesitant because her past is not far behind,
So I'll spill my mind within these rhymes until she's inclined.
It all needs to be real, needs to be organic.
That's the only way to have something worth it, if it happens naturally without having planned it.
I hope she gravitates to my sweet escape,
We'll build something that'll be hard to imitate.
Connect like an interstate to then drive off into our destined fates.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
**I wake up every morning to you
My heart immediately
gravitates towards your light
You are intoxicating
Your lights fuels me
You give me hope to drowns my fears
When my pillow is soaked in tears,
Your comfort soothes my sleep
Your grace is amazing
When my love is lazy
My faith is wavering
There is no persuading... You love me still
In my turbulence
through every known flaw... You are unconditional
I pray
I question
I repent
I weep
I fret with uncertainty
I over-seek
sometimes I must repeat
i'm inconsistent
at times weak
other times too strong
many times wrong
No matter my station
Your decision remains firm
Your are mine
I will never leave you
I will never forsake you
I am with you eternally
You are mine
I will guide you through life's journey
God.**
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Holding onto something when it's hardly in your grasp,
Walking into forests when there’s thorns in the grass,
I'll keep following.
Chasing ghosts until the moon turns light,
Our hearts racing laced with all the colours of the night,
I'll keep following.
You keep me fighting,
You keep me wondering,
Show me the light and shelter me from the world outside.
You pull me closer than I ever thought you could,
No matter where I am I find my footsteps where you stood,
I get lost when you enter my mind,
The tide gravitates me by your side.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Few years from now where you
Will be living a fulfilling life and
myself unruffled inhabiting the latent aura ,
Ouch!then smites the peripetia,
Ensuingly at a gratifying glance,
You see me,you merely remember me.
Your mind ponders but your eyes struck
as if it has a memory,but
at the very Perceptively
poising moment I see you,
my mind and eyes struck intimately,and
Satiable senses synergize momentarily,
while the other senses get numb.
Nothing travels in my mind,
no electrical impulses,it is as if I am meditating,
but my eyes gets emotional as if it bears an image.
It secretes the preserved fluid
that gravitates to my cheek,
where my hands scatter it along my face.
the years don't matter,even at the touch
of trance,you sprout from my thought.
The thoughts of partaken moments
vacillate in my mind,perhaps,
my senses don't work but
my heart works for you......
I love you for the millionth time,as
I say this it adds to another or nothing.
(A moment that happened for once,
never promised to happen twice nor hence,
but the fantasy pursues me thence,
the fantasy that pierces (me) )
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
It is not dark here.
Nor is it light.
I'm waiting.
The second hand gravitates upwards
and time never takes a ten.
Red.
A burst, a glimmer.
A wisp of what it's soon to be.
Enough to catch my eye,
I regard the bright light.
It grows.
A second passes
and it begins to encompass
my entire world.
It breathes a yellow light.
Upon me,
And it's warm.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
All I want is to make you happy
Turning all your tears & sadness into shooting stars & galaxies
And the times you'll feel like you're drowning, I'll risk my life & pull you back to shore, despite the fact that I can't swim
And when you feel like darkness has took over you, I'll be the moonlight that guides you through
I'll be the sunrise to help you get up & remind you a new day is coming
To make you look forward for the sunset, to see how lovely it is just like you
I'll do these all for you because you are my sun on which my world gravitates to
You're my whole night sky & the whole reason why I'm twinkling all the time because of how much you make me happy
You're that sunflower that makes my day a whole light brighter
You're my whole **** ocean, the deeper you swim is knowing how much I adore you
You're that beautiful rainbow I always look forward to see after the bad rainy days I'm having
And you are that shooting star that only comes once in a life time, because I was blessed you came into my life & that is a wish I'd never regret wishing
But all these things just weren't enough
Because it seems it were all the reason to make you leave
For you have found someone who's presence you can't describe in any of the alphabet
Someone who's voice reminds you of the peaceful serene sound the ocean makes
A girl who gives you tingles all over your body, while I was the wasps you have mistaken for butterflies
Someone who's got you thinking of metaphors about love and got you singing all these love songs
So now here I am a hurricane mess
A tornado of destruction
The girl who used to have stars in her lungs, but I've burned them with all the cigarettes I was smoking
And those flowers that were growing in the bottom of stomach are long gone, because you can't water flowers with *****
For I had the sky in my brain, but I've been shattered apart the day you said you were leaving & now it's just a stormy weather up there
And I had the ocean in my eyelids to show you that we could sail together through this cruel world, but now I'm just left crying a river for you
That taste of fresh picked strawberries in my lips, now tastes like broken promises & wrecked expectations
And my hands that used to fit with yours, are just plain empty just like every **** part of me
All the beautiful things that were in my life are gone in that instance just like how you left just like that
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
There is darkness, and then there is utter darkness.
In this pristine atmosphere I have crossed my legs, clasped my hands and placed them in between openings. My eyes follow suit. I am in the pyramid black and yet I don’t feel lost. I am here amongst the burning wild bushes of thought. These are fires dying animals gravitates toward. In this day and age, we long for more fires rather than water to nurture our dried out hearts.
There’s a drought.
I try not to feed it. And so I stay here, not perturbed in the least. What was I thinking? A beautiful young girl all the way in Afghanistan. I’d like to hear her whisper sweet nothings into my ear. No. Wait. I think I can hear the bombs now. A voice that slithers through nearby carts rushing past on freshly built railroads. A trainstation of the mind.
Often, I feel my body contorting itself into the youthful rage I once loved. And by love, I mean grew truly comfortable about. Comfort is a great ecstasy.
I am no writer.
I have no motive.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
Have you seen, with gifted sight
The bottom line of pits
Made stand and smiled
On platforms stage
Have you danced a tango with a cactus
And bowed down in appreciation
While still unplugging,
What was left behind
In piercing thorns on skins
Do not speak bad of the dragon
I have come to appreciate it's breath
In dens he owned, I sat in; a lodger
Trick or treat, is from what side
Side of the coin the toss, gravitates
So the lucky coin still has a side
Unseen until show of hands
Like everything else, in matter
Do not speak bad,
Of the dragon's breath
It is rude to do so.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
Striking hues
Carefree aura
Radiating innocence
A romantic armour
Hypnotized ! !
No words required
An exotic flower
With alluring seduction
Obsessed with the grace
Unconscious interceptions
An essence of vitality
Gravitates the soul
Lately surrendered
With an inner toast
Remedy of all ailments
Akin to the heart
Secrecy it grows
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
you took my broken pieces
and saw them as whole
this cracked and defective machine
made of emotions, memories, and
a heart that beats
accepted as flawed
for there is beauty in this mind
that gravitates towards my own
worst enemy - me
and you discovered the good
in the bad
took it for what it was
love
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
Acceptance
Accept all the things that come your way
Walk into each day with arms wide open ready for whatever may come
Accept the good
and rejoice when you do
Accept all the love that gravitates towards you
and allow good feelings to flow through each vein in your body
and allow each nerve to be energized with this feeling
Go for that free hug on the street
Eat that molten chocolate lava cake you've been eyeing for weeks
Be good to yourself
Take a break from all your worries
And reflect this good into the world
Because the world is just a big mirror
Everything bouncing back to you
Accept the bad
because what is living without the challenge?
Accept your losses and come back stronger
Accept your bad feelings, for they make you human
Make mistakes and most importantly, learn from them
Accept that you can't be perfect, no matter how hard you try
Embrace that imperfection, you are beautiful
Accept every challenge, hardship and bump you encounter
Approach it with your heart as your armor, ready to conquer it
Accept the bad, and learn to use it in a good way
Accept everything
For they complete you
They make you you
They give you lessons you'll never learn in classrooms
They give you this new perspective on things that makes you understand everything just a tad bit better
And maybe by next year, I would've learned how to accept.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC