"hided" poems
His strong arms
hold me close and tight
keeping me warm.
His strong arms
are raised up to fight
those wishing harm.
His strong arms
lift me high like I'm
a jar full of air.
His tender fingers
twist the tendrils in
my naked hair.
His face, his feet, his chest, his gut inside it
are Chakras he never hided
when we both decided
...to show each other
let go of our pasts
to grow in each other.
We each have the strengths the other lacks,
but how can we make space living on each other's backs?
His strong arms
tend me like
a living room.
His strong arm
sows seeds in
my bleeding womb.
His arms stronger than any enemy's of mine
cannot fight what they cannot find.
Demons he cannot see he cannot face,
so they will take me away from him without a trace.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Inadequate to the task
Humbled by the enormity of our love,
The perfection of our joining,
Where are the words kept that sufficient
Honor and portray what we have achieved?
You seated, beside me by the bay, finally,
Two old adirondack trees side by side,
By the sheltered place you bequeathed me,
Where poems are raindrops, so numerous,
And you, if not the subject, the source.
The waves rolling in, mirror the
Fluidity of thy dancing,
Fluidity of the adaptation,
Two lives, now one bay blue colored,
The merging, the unification,
Many waves, but one bay,
The Bay of Us.
Yet so different.
We are cloud worshippers,
Does not the Skye's Tableau inconstancy,
Mirror our ever changing form, individuality,
Yet, one sky,
The Sky of Us.
So many times have I lain be-sided
Even as we this afternoon sit now a-sided,
Tears welling up, above and beyond control,
This man's steady nerves, constant on patrol,
Our secret open, visible, un-hided,
Your are my Magi
My Yogi,
i.am, your, obedient devotee, shaped to you please.
This is the birthday present my words present.
Words, unremarkable,
Except for the contentment
That lies within them.
Let me love you more,
Recklessly abandon norms,
Kiss you at the supermarket, at the opera,
Unashamedly, take you in my arms
Wherever wonderment and wandering lead us.
T'is so very hard to compose
When tears flow upon my writing tablet,
To wipe, blot them away, I refuse,
For tears are joyous emblems,
Salty badges of love,
All compliments of our complementary beings,
The Tears of Us.
The soaring music we gather in.
The shimmering sparkles upon the bay,
My gift of natural diamonds better, this day,
Than jeweled glitterati I hide in the refrigerator.
All this treasure, part and sparkle of
The Treasure of Us.
T'is truth,
I know not, forgot, your age nor care,
The day the time the year,
What matter they to me these artifice markers,
I weep carelessly, undone, overcome,
Every day, but this day, most, united joy.
Need-No reminder,
I am a survivor,
From a concentration camp
That slow programmed to destroy,
Perhaps the kindness you claim
As the hallmark of my fame,
An inadvertent gift, from the devil?
You shook my hand on our first meet,
Don't think, have I ever let go?
Let me be your driver, entertainer, your only poet,
Let me be whatever you need,
Even as now, I laugh-cry, your tissue carrier.
For t'is I who weeps and keeps
These tissues as part of our history.
You are the first,
Who has ever read
The Words of Us.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
My reader, looking at the ring, have ever you been caught
On efforts, spent to make it, sudden flashing thought?
About sifting through waste rock to find the rare gem
Where mother-nature hided it from curiousity of men.
About jeweler's stone cutting skillful labor duty
To grind the gem, exposing all it brilliance and beauty?
About ring design, embodying stone in golden artful frame
Creating masterpiece to glorify forever craftsman's name?
Likewise, in poetry, the sense of being attempting to extract,
Bard feelings puts in words to shows time's connection act.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
-Aasiya shaikh
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
All I know is locked inside my soul.
I heard them say it's all okay.
I want more than before someday.
My prayers never get answers.
Dissolves like a cancer.
Concentrating on waiting.
Impatience that's debating.
Autumn mist exists it's falling.
Do you hear nature calling?
Your lust appeals to my disgust.
You are no one I trust.
Can't you see me & just let me be me?
This mood is what I conclude.
Your lack of empathy is rude.
How I feel is what we all appeal.
I know what's fake & what is real.
Your misguided.
To you I confided.
Your room is where you hided.
You decide the seven deadly sins.
One of them is pride.
What is the prize you win?
Unmarked treasure, unclaimed & unmeasured.
Misery festers, judges are jesters.
As the family court house crumbles.
Judge gerald jessop stumbles.
Georgia mansury the mediator mumbles.
Terrance chucas the minors counsel tumbles.
Child protective services fumble.
Ariel is living a life that is humble.
***** donor in defeat he grumbles.
The *** offender data base profiles are ready to rumble. The madge bradley building will fall. Once & for all.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Black is
a never-ending book
a shivering in the dark
a cunning cloak
a depleted creek
Black is
an unexpected wonder
meaningless whisper
a dusted mirror
silenced anger
Black is
splash of drops of tear
chilling in the fear
worn gears
which witnessed too much drear
Black is
momentary quiet
long-lost connect
hastily hided secret
disillusioned crotchet
Black is a handful of mud
buries the past
upon unknown future
where the hope it entrust
Black is the one unfailing excuse for everything
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
When you spoke to me
I liked you
When you proposed me
I loved you
When you told me you already have GF
I felt to cry a loud....because of loosing you
When you walk beside me holding my hands
I felt secured in my life
When you said that Im beautiful..
I understood the true meaning of beautiful..
When you said that you wont leave me
I saw the trust in those words....
When you said that these words are not decided in one day....
I saw a matured man behind it...
When you said that cannot see a life without me..
I dreamed a life of happiness with you...
but the same person
took a night to break the relation ship...which was built in beautiful, trust, & happiness..were was that maturity......
Wanted to ask him:-
Was it because of my ugliness
Was it because of my age
Was it because Im a divorcee...
Was it because i had a kid...
Was it because i fight with you..
Was it because you had any revenge on me..
WHAT IT IS????
you left me...i have not hided anything from you dala....
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Dad I loved you.
Your the only father I knew.
It should have been just us two.
Our memories are so few.
You showed me I could trust a tomcat or a puppy.
To pet him & make a buddy.
I still can't cook.
To find the right food.
Caravores are selfish, sick, & rude.
My vegan species is divided.
Separate dwellings unspecified are hided.
Recipes unconfided.
What is for lunch?
Besides rootbeer, cola, & fruit punch?
Is there no vegan chefs left?
Not enough vegan restaurants here.
Nothing close by or near.
To become extinct is something I fear.
Too many taverns with beer.
Vegan establishments this town & city needs to build.
In malls & shopping centers to be filled.
Vegans don't know where to look.
I want to write & publish a poetry book.
"Innocence Unattended" is my best work.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
I dreamed a dream far behind where things where different and love was blind .I dreamed of flowers blooming in autumn , i dreamed of things that where out of sight , i held my pen in my hand and held my tears from dropping ,i started writing what my dreams hided . Oh lord, a deep sorrow in my heart a sorrow that would break the unbroken heart. My ego stopped my drawling eyes, my shaky hands stopped me from writing. I layed down on ground ,looked up the sky searching for a star hoping that one day i will fulfill my dream and lay down by your side. And at last till this day i am still dreaming to reach this star that will freeze my fire from melting again.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
"I miss you a lot at this Moment"...She said that and hided behind the "Good Night", like a little child!
I gazed with a paralyzed happiness!
I gazed and my fingers on keyboard trying....
to type my kiss in words!
to type my hug in letters!
to type my caring in a touch!
Your "This Moment" is a world for me!
A World that keeps smiles alive!
A World that revives hope!
A World of your...Warmth!
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
I sat in front of my room's mirror
As I contemplated my reflection
I, at least made sure I still exist
But in what way does my existence prove to the world that I am here
In a world where time and space are only an illusion,
I have always asked myself whether here and now are really here and now, still I'm getting no response
I wonder how could you bear all of this nonsense, or maybe you just don't.
one can never knows what happens in another person's life
Yet he judges him for being him.
Yes, I am a darkened soul and yes lights do scare me, for it reveals the finest layers hided in the dust of my inner insecurities
Lights are made for the simplest minds who are not afraid of being exposed. As they got no pain deep down their souls therefore no wounds to heal in the dark.
But not me, my body is a graveyard of feelings just like the sky is for the stars.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
The vainness of all i ever felt
Hided in your eyes
looking
Low
Rather at some detail of a metallic table
holding
Two cups of coffee
Two glasses of water
An ashtray
And my heart under its four legs
To stand still
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
Deep inside of me I have a feeling
So strong and gloomy unintentionally hided since a long time
Deep inside of me I have myriad of words
words of love, words of hatred, Words of an innocent convicted for loving
Deep inside of me I have been searching
a life-lasting partnership which I never found
Deep inside of me Love means misery and
Happiness is very scarce, yet hope keeps me alive
Deep inside of me I dream to be searched as I search, to be found as I find and to be loved as I love
Deep inside of me, Deep inside of me Deep inside of me
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
I want to quit.
I don't feel like telling them
every thing that goes through my mind.
I never did.
I hided things.
I always hide stuff.
But I don't know when my therapy will end
and that scares me.
Quiting it sounds good right now..
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
I am the worm
I can be harm
I can be calm
But
I am the worm
No matter people like me
No matter people hate me
But
I am the worm
I can be little
Down, down and brittle
But
I am the worm
I can be big
Fears any thing
But
I am the worm
She met a great snake
She said with astonished
That the worst
She ran and escaped
The snake said with the confident
The worm said,”
That is calm
I will have a rest
That is a cave
She entered the opened
Mouth of The fish
The fish said ,”oh! My God
That is the great present
I will swallow it in one amount”
The worm said,”
Oh please, can I be heard,
Master”
The fish said,” tell me!”
The worm said,”
I know a place
Where a great worm has
A great meat without bones
You can swallow it
Without any hard”
The fish said,”
Guide me, guide”
The worm said,”
You promise , you will not eat
Me
And let me
Free,”
The fish said,”
Yes, that is my promise.”
The fish said at himself,’’
I will eat the great worm
After I eat that worm
When she guided me to the road”
When the worm reached
She pointed to the big worm
Who was the big snake
Who ate the fish
And the little worm hided
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
A yellowish brown paper,
that hided in the page of,
an old book
somehow,
a few rain dropped on it
disappeared,
A few alphabet of time
beginning and ending is clear,
said spotted dark behind
called me,
A lost journey of an era-
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
You seek to fined a happy place
That is hided behind your door
I think I know how you should be feeling now
But the way it has bin I can not help yah
But feel it baba.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
Love gives us such a pain
Love leaves us hurt
Which can neither be hided nor be shown !
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
who can hold the wind in his fist?
~for Ken Pepiton~
your poems full of hints and innuendo,
most of them I don’t get, of stuff, I don’t know, no clue,
my education impoverished, which is why lucky me,
I’m getting my viral signed check for 1200 bucks,
yes siree
but some college educated sharp eyed feller,
said look, see how Ken keen, has the bestus, the real tuff stuff,
hidey holed in the footnotes purposed for you to miss it,
**** he was right, cause I found what you hided!
<>
who can hold the wind in his fist?
*an inquisition worthy of a thousand answers,
my Roman slave cautions forbearance, whispering in
my one remaining unconquered Gauguin ear, just the best,
these time of times, hanging heavy, be sweet, leave out the chaff
*I, cannot *hold the wind in my fist,
for it has always befriended, going
over my life-coarsened skin,
through my-stubbled fingers,
cooling and christening, constant teasing kissing
as it was born anew, a first time poem,
it was meant to be unkept and unkempt*
*you might want to hold on, keep it, for its touch is indeed
that of a first time lady loved, savoring the cool,
and the heat simultaneous, no fool us, empowering,
the wind forever runs freely, between, never sticking,
going around my body, into my open orifices,
sometimes caressing, sometimes troubling,
its power leaving us atrembling, moved, straighter or bent over*
those who created wind and water had many reasons,
but their first purpose was to constant enliven the human mind
with the softest message that true freedom is never bounded,
nature’s song is refrained, “man, be unrestrained,”
it’s majesty then greatest,
men may fool themselves with lines and divisions,
Earth’s best best seen in its unconstrained, searching character
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Bare buttocks in the berm
free, peeing under my pants
laying down on my side
the world and I flatter
grass everywhere, empty
of chairs
blue flashing light over the ****
I think the sound
to the condensation stripes
My look jumps over
the ditch, sees hided
flowers, I hear beetles
that I don't hear
the grass colours my eyes
it flies upon my tongue
and lets me have a taste
green with marigold
and fresh *****
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 3:09 AM UTC
You look at the mirror
realize that you changed for someone else
How much you hate it
You start searching for yourself again
You search for the stories you used to hide
For the poems you wrote behind your face
You search for your little secrets hanging on the corner of your lips
For the curses in your eyes
You search for the things you hided untill they were forgotten
And the things you forgot utill they disappeared
unill you disappeared
And the only thing you can see
Is a fake reflection on the mirror.
....
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
she was princess
kneeling as slave
saying to him save
my heart from sinking
at deepest of thinking
the thief came
say to the police
you are under arrest
the police was jailed
as he had laziness
the boy chased the lion
the lion hided at gun
the boy shot the gun
the lion got over the sun
he printed his shape
over the face of the moon
the cold came as the spider
the man rushed the fire
the cold escaped faster
what a matter
he forgot his words
his role was a hero
at famous film
the important were the words
the succeeded over films
that film
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Is this happening? Is it a dream?
I feel like I need to grasp it
Before it fades away from me.
You are just like a dream
You are just like the impossible
Telling me all those sweet things
You are what I thought no one could be
You see what I thought no one could see
You can see the good and the hided things in me
Can you see yourself in my deepest dreams?
You are not there anymore
Cause you are finally here with me.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC