"gravitationally" poems
She danced across the sidewalk
Her tiny boots splashing the puddles of color
Blue, pink, green, yellow
Her pigtails smudged with paint
Brown, blonde, black, red
She dances through the rainbow rain.
He walks to work, leaden, heavy
His shoes are black, but polished
With red, and orange, and yellow
His hat is dark blue and his coat is green
His smile is coal, traced in red,
His face white, with eternal teardrops
Etched on his face.
The boy and girl, young, shy
Their hands delicately intertwined with strands of purple
Strings of yellow electricity
Jumping from heart to heart
Red raindrops fall up from the sidewalk
Gravitationally drawn to them
Tracing their faces before flying away.
The seagull collides with clouds of orange
His wing tips blue and wispy
His beak green as the sea
Purple fog tints his stomach
As he tumbles through aqua wind
My window only filters mango light
My ceiling the color of honey
The air above the floor is black
The space beneath the ceiling is white
And everything in between covers my body
In rainbow rain.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Core—molten caramel center but
dead. dead. dead.
Hot.
Bleeding.
Then cool, small and massed. A
little red
button in the sky more than 400 times
the diameter of—*I snap
my fingers.*
Magician
star
gives birth to carbon, oxygen, and contract
gravitationally toward
the black clasped to
nowhere—an end melting
rock, evaporating ocean, stabilizing
expansion caught in
helium
flash—the metals of yesteryear
believed to exist inside
of you.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Iris peels back
three generous petals,
ample in exposure,
a gravitationally drawn
dress, **********
with drops and folds, a downward-
opening, bares elegant anatomy,
stripped from the waist
of a lighter three petals, lifting,
inside, reflective,
reaching skywards, and naked
ribbed with natural frill,
raw with the colours of flower flesh
white tiger stripes
and purple veins,
curling towards the ground like tears
and lifting up like laughter,
with centered yellow streaks
that lead into the heart,
where another tri-petal formation
folds in on itself,
as if to contain some sacred secret
that is gently holding at her *****
a trinity
within a trinity
within a trinity
of beauty
her naked convolutions coil into
just the right amount of earthly space,
so perfectly held there in the air
with poised and dancing stillness,
the perfect allure
of a delicate goddess,
rooted in the ground
but living also
inside the I,
elevated by the gaze
into limitless imaginal expanse,
no mere flower, in relation
she is
an entrance
into love
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
You are a galaxy.
From the way gravity pulls your lips
back into a smile when you laugh
to your stellar remnants of Vegas.
I thought it would take parsecs
for two distant galaxies to even come
into visual morphology with one another
but we collided into an elliptical love
that is practically observable
throughout the universe.
And as we fall farther into space,
we grow closer together because galaxies
are gravitationally bound to one another.
© Matthew Harlovic
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
*I ask of her, when drowsy, pre-sleep,
as my eye lids,
elusively and gravitationally, pulled ever lower,
a desperate last chance request by
my vast audience of too few,
give the poet's subconscious a fair shot,
a morning poem delivery,
you've requested, route assigned,
to the front door stoop steps of your lips,
for me to deliver, and earn my keep
if only a title you will provision?
she says:
lights out honey chile,
as she kisses the poodle good night,
you know you are quite
the acquired taste,
showing me such a fine time tonight,
ordering in vegetable lo mein,
won ton soup and a
spring roll in the summer time
washed down with an icy-white Bordeaux,
watching Guardians of the Galaxy (Part Two) on the telly
so all you and
your bonnie idea of showing a girl a good time,
quite an expropriation of a foreign cultural potpourri
a thank you yawn provided, a positive confirmation
of her appreciation + an acknowledgement of her AM order,
morning cafe au lait requested
in a big cup with no handles,
a croissant with French butter,
avec un poème exceptionnel
the title tithed,
poet-this, "you, an acquired taste"
please deliver it at seven o'clock sharp,
so I may be first to give it a like,
read it with my cafe,
tho you are an acquired taste,
you have already
acquired my heart*
<£>
8/22/17
11:50pm
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
One day, you will realize how much you love a person.
How your whole life is much like the Solar System
where you have the one you love as the Sun—
the center of the Solar System.
In this case,
the Center of Your Solar System,
the center of Your Life.
You feel that you are gravitationally bound
in orbit around that person,
like the planets or the many astronomical objects found there.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
I thought of people like planets,
love, a star.
romance occurring in orbit.
while you thought of love like a galaxy merger,
colliding heavily into one,
losing memory of any previous orbit.
me; a rogue planet,
ejected and orbiting
the galaxy.
never gravitationally bound to any star.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
A perfect equilibrium,
gravitationally balanced between Luna and Earth.
A place in space where peace gives birth.
Earth at my head and Luna at my feet.
Up and down does not reside here,
where my soul has found the cure.
Here I am alone, to watch the Earth kneel to its orbit.
Here in this point, hell I can forget.
The clouds become shrouds around the wet body. Mountain tips peek through weather thick and thin, piercing through the polluted sin.
Luna at my feet, in a tidal lock.
She only shows her face,
waiting on an orbital clock.
Fifty billion years till Earth returns the synchronous favor.
Looks her in the eye and and her beauty she will savor.
A thank you for the ocean wave,
and the path to life she did pave.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
#*Worn on a T-shirt
In line with the heart
Why do you need it
Cause opinions
Limit you
Limitless possibilities
Await, unburdened
Being limitless
Can bring limitations
Cause you are bound
Gravitationally*#
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
Alone
Alone and happy
Recharging
Unlike you:
The girl who smiles-
Sweet giggles
With your carefree eye crinkles
You who laughs with your sun
Gravitationally pulling others into your orbit
Magnetizing them with your charm
No, we are nothing alike
I am stuck in my mind while you stuck in the sunshine
Stuck in company
Centre of attention
She speaks her mind precisely and accurately
Gets what she wants
And always knows just what to say
No, you and I are nothing alike and although I may try
To find, the girl like you inside of me
I wonder really if there can ever be
A display of a truly accurate expression of me
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Gravitationally bound
I guess I'm stuck here for now
I'll count all these stripes
I'd call it a tiger - the king of the savanna
Space's vacuum is expansive, all right
It smells of ammonia
How clean it must be!
But this atmosphere is moving
Too quickly for me
As fast as it spins
Its intense, gassy winds
Are making it hard to breathe
Still, this orb of storms has a lovely form
And I really hate to leave
But on the way home
I'll be flying by Mars
I'll see where this journey can lead
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
We're all really just alone
When you come right down to it.
Setting aside the biology
And l'amourology
And all the pooling of resources
It's just all about this biped
Standing on a rocky orb
Asking it to gravitationally hold me
Just a little bit longer.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
what is it that separates the wheat from the chaff?
the planets from the dwarf planets?
and who defines such matters?
well, that would be the International Astronomical Union
or the IAU
(or the I and U)
there are 3 conditions
of which 2 are shared by both planets and dwarf planets
1. they both orbit around the sun
(as we orbit around each other)
2. they both have sufficient love...so that they assume a hydrostatic equilibrium (heart) shape
(i may have fudged some details)
now the one distinction between the two
is that planets must
3. "clear the neighborhood" around their orbit
i.e. be gravitationally dominant such that there are no other nearby bodies of comparable size
and i write this application to the IAU today
so that we will no longer be dwarf planets
for nobody in this neighborhood
nor any neighborhood
could ever have a love as dominant
as how much we love each other <3
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC