"hypnotise" poems
_Tendrils of drowsy pleasure entice and hypnotise,
As daybreak storms; a rapturous collision,
Of distorted cadences and scintillating harmonies,
Between discarded blue-sky sheets._
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Alluring eyes
Good enough to hypnotise
perpetual grace
Not a movement out of place
The wolf yearning
Thirsty
Greedy
Lusting
Craving
Twinkeling desires
Breed up like wildfire
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
Warm lips
eagerly met
tears fall
soaking wet
hot embrace
face to face
family forgotten
lovers eyes
hypnotise
hunger spent
lovers repent
leave in a daze
memory sways
husband and wife
another life
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
He sat in a small compartment by
The window, on a train,
The passengers huddled around him
Saying, ‘Tell that one again!’
He spoke in a low and measured voice
As they held their breath, to stare,
Watching his hands, as they described
Vague circles in the air.
There wasn’t a sound outside, except
The carriage, clickety-clack,
A sound that would tend to hypnotise
As the train sped down the track,
In every one of his listeners
Was a picture, in each mind,
That spoke to them of that better life
Which had been too hard to find.
And seagulls circled the skies above
As he primed their minds with ‘If…’
And led them all in a straggly line
To stand at the top of a cliff.
The sea was blue and the clouds were grey
And the rocks below sublime,
As they teetered there for a moment where
They stood, at the edge of time.
For then he’d show them a garden, with
The form of an only child,
Who seemed to be so familiar
That most of them there had smiled,
The scent of a pink wisteria
Had wafted the carriage air,
And then their tears rolled back the years
As they whispered, ‘I was there!’
He showed them a woman in mourning
With a cape, and a darkened veil,
Who knelt alone by a headstone,
Each listeners face was pale.
The bell of the church began to toll
As it sounded someone’s knell,
His face was the face of the gravedigger
As he held them in his spell.
The carriage was filled with waves of fear,
The carriage was filled with joy,
He’d tell of the death of a mountaineer,
Of a child with a much-loved toy,
Their tears they’d dry as the train came in
To the tale of a Scottish Kirk,
And one by one they would rise to leave
And head off the train, to work.
But the Storyteller would stay on board
And close the compartment door,
His restless hands were trembling still
As his eyes stared down at the floor.
The train heads into the future while
The past is deep in his well,
He sits and weeps in the corner for
The tales that he doesn’t tell.
David Lewis Paget
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Your eyes.
Ooh those eyes!
The gates to my soul
They melt my tough disguise
They reveal my lies
For I cannot lie to those eyes.
Those eyes.
They hypnotise
leave me paralysed
and small in size
Those eyes.
Oh when I look into those eyes
I am instantly stripped from my disguise
And my ego dies.
Ooh those eyes.
They **** me.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Orange peels,
an overstuffed ash-tray,
empty wrappers,
for those capsules
that wake & then
those that hypnotise.
Swallow smoke.
That bitter black drink,
keeps me confident,
that I’m alive.
My heart rattles
in its calcium cage.
Despite the voice
that beckons
“Why go on?”
The looking glass lies
I feel like holding my breath
until I burst…
I feel like wasting away.
Let me shrink
Let me fade away.
Or pass in some
spectacular manner
Orange peels,
Cigarette butts,
Missed phone calls.
***** sheets.
Trembling up to my fingertips.
A seamless motion-
hand to mouth
Always hand to mouth
These are my props,
this is my performance
in permenance.
Oh how I grow tired
Of singing the same old song.
Oh how I grow tired
of singing
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
Fear is the trap that confines all
Fear is holding hands with the grim reaper
It will haunt you to your grave
Taunt you in your dreams
Tie you back with the strongest rope there is and the hardest knot to escape from
Fear takes no time to find you
Takes no time to hypnotise you
Distorting your beliefs, questions are all that linger
Yes fear is strong but we go on
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
And the conversation was just a call away
But who’d explain
what she said
Who knew how things work
Nobody has got the answers
Nobody knows
They just pretend.
Movement of impatience.
Erroneous steps.
Irrelevant arguments.
False accusations.
Sadistic approaches.
Self centred minds.
Disgust.
Nobody lives
They just exist.
The fairy tales
And the horrendous stories
The fear in your soul
Also the philanthropists' empathy
Nothing works here
Nothing remains.
Strings of conversations
Awestruck
By the way you hypnotise
The world
By your
Innumerable lies
Nobody speaks the truth
The world is a farce
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
Tying knots with my tongue in soft seductive prose,
A lying distraction as you tear off my clothes.
Stained body and heart that have long been closed,
Remains all in your hands, naked, exposed.
Trace my scars with your fingertips,
Lace the curves of my spine with your unsullied lips.
Drink from my darkness in slow, soothing sips.
I’ll sink my nails into your skin ‘til your innocence rips.
Hypnotise you with the rhythm in my hips,
Disguise my poison with lust lined trips.
Legs locked around your waist hold like ecstasy,
Shock your mind into a state of dependency.
And undetected I’ll tighten the noose around your neck,
Infected, you’ll idolise this exquisite wreck.
And hold my wretched heart against your beautiful chest,
It’s cold, all emotions have been repossessed.
Confused and feeble you’ll emerge from your stupor,
Bemused as to why my passionate grasp became looser.
You’ll stare down at your feet and watch the blood drip,
Now aware I no longer need this tangible grip,
You see this touch is venom, to penetrate your weak flesh,
Subdue another prisoner into my nefarious mess.
Grave fear; you’ll beg and you’ll beg to be free,
Yet crave incessantly to still taste me.
I’ll behold and admire the damage I've done,
Mould your heart into a trophy that reminds me I've won.
I warned you not to get too close,
I spawn destruction with every lethal dose.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Hear this tale, my beauty
Of fear and forgotten legend
Of the terrors of the night
That will get you in the end
Do not venture out, after dark
You never know what is waiting there
Hiding away from you in secluded shadow
Ready to pounce like your worst nightmare
The killer is loose, roaming the streets
Looking for victims with his knife
You never want to bump into him
Because then it will cost you your life
Then there is the eyes of the vampire
Hypnotise you like the night sky
They will ****** you with a kiss
Then it is too late, as they drain you dry
A million eyes are out there, watching you
You shiver with a strange sound you hear
Something in the dark is reaching out
Coming to get you through your fear
So you have to run now, find somewhere safe
Find somewhere they are not going to see
But maybe I am hiding there in secret
So now you must beware, and look out for me
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 10:39 AM UTC
Dressed in pink
her hair a cute kink
a sweet button nose
dainty little toes
giggles so sweet
when I tickle her feet
my friends toddler
an awkward waddler
she calls me Suey
makes me all gooey
china blue eyes
hypnotise
skin like porcelain
I drink her in
fills me with desire
lights my maternal fire
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Enslave me with your womanly charms
happily encased in your arms
captivate me with your eyes
Oh my you hypnotise
I'm your willing toy
your salivating boy
tell me all your needs
I'll satisfy them with greed
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
kiss my lips
soft like velvet
sickly sweet
like the lies you whisper to me
play with my thorns
pluck my petals away
like you do with every other
pretty pink rose you pass by
hypnotise me
make me chase you down the rabbit hole
desert me in a chaos of my own creation
love me.
for no one else does
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
The dust of denial does finally settle,
the sound of my heartbeat is metal on metal.
The river of sorrow runs dreadfully dry
the beat of my drum is a withered old sigh.
You breathe life to my body and love to my mind,
if god is in heaven this must be a sign.
The more I take out, the more I will crumble
grab me when I fall, catch me when I stumble.
You smell just like roses, you ***** like one too,
when I look out the window all I see is you.
It’s real like the sun and it burns just as hot,
to hurt or to leave you, well, that I could not.
Love in the winter, spring, summer and fall,
your body and mind of you I want all.
There’s fish in the sea but I’m hook, line and sinker,
you get even cuter when your cheeks turn pinker.
My body’s a letter the postage is love,
Dear Bette, I love you, won’t you be my dove.
P.S. you’re so pretty and wonderful too.
P.P.S. please know what I am saying is true.
In rain I’m your cover, in snow I’m your gloves,
if you’re cold then I want to warm you up with love.
I’m here to protect you through the lonely night
‘cause you give me white wings so I can take flight.
You are so special you don’t understand,
I just want to stay here and hold on your hand.
I’m down in the shafts, for love I’m a miner,
forever I’m stuck, 'cause it only gets finer.
I am here and I am strong,
my heart beats louder than a gong.
I want to hold you in my arms
and keep you from all the harm.
Bette, oh Bette I hope you can see,
your eyes and your body do hypnotise me.
You leave me so speechless, I can’t catch a breath,
when I am in your arms, I don’t fear death.
You make me so happy, it’s quite plain to see,
your lips are my drug they intoxicate me.
My life is a canvass for you to create,
how many ways can I tell you, you’re great.
You are my Bette for the world to see
you’re my hearts protector to watch over me.
My beautiful kitten if you purr for me,
I’ll give you my heart since you have the key.
Your name is Bette and now I can see
that life starts and ends with you and with me.
I want you forever, know I am here to stay,
if ever I lost you, I would lose my way.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
did I say that I love? Well you know it's true.
Worries and doubts of those I have none,
you are my moon, my stars and my sun.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
shivers all over my body
breath is getting shallow
butterflies in stomach dancing
against the rhythm
just thinking about him
about his touch
gentle voice
attracting smell
his messy hair
the way how he combs them with fingers
and flips from one side to another
his urchin smile
his always warm body
ready to cuddle
his blue eyes
so hypnotise
soft lips kissing my neck
I’m melting...
need to put myself together.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Pour les yeux de souveraine un coup de crayon pour redessiner les sourcils
Une couche légère de mascara sur les cils des pointes à la racine
Un petit gris léger sur les coins internes et externes de l 'oeil
Et une couleur rose sur les paupières mobiles
Et du khôl pour illuminer ce regard envoûtant de sirène qui hypnotise
Les phalènes jusqu'au fin fond de sa mer d'airain
Sans oublier le rouge à lèvres aubergine
Kiotis Paris made in France
Pour hydrater et satiner le cuivre de ses lèvres :
Mon féminin céleste zéro fausse note est vite prête
En deux temps trois mouvements
Et des secondes interminables
Il n 'est jamais trop **** pour Désirée et ses mille épigones :
Judith, parée, poudrée, maquillée, parfumée
Hérodiade, ****** et dressée sur son trente-et-un
Eve, coiffée, habillée, décolletée,
Sapphô, culottée, chaussée, toilettée
Pandore, prête à jaillir de jour comme de nuit
Hélène, légère comme un papillon
Cléopatre fraîche comme la rosée :
Pulchra Fatale et Désirée
Elle est belle, elle est wow, elle est elles toutes en Une enrobée
C'est l'ombre plurimillénaire romantique de Balkis, reine du Matin,
C'est l'ombre plurimillénaire romantique de Makéda, reine du Midi
C'est l'ombre plurimillénaire décadente de Salomè, reine du Soir
Quelque part ressuscitée
Et je l 'aime comme elle est
Chaque jour que le soleil fait
Jette un baiser couleur de belle lune de miel
A ma sirène métissée de Matin, Midi, Soir !
Ce n'est pas pour rien que ma Pulchra est fille de Mnèmosuné
Fille de Wainaha , saint dragon hémiarite
Par son don de seconde vue
Ma sulamite débusque au quart de tour les artifices,
Les cernes, les imperfections, les camouflages
Les faux cils, les faux ongles, les faux saints
Et les faux poètes, les faux salomons et leurs fausses huppes
Et leurs chants libertins en hexamètres dactyliques
Au son de leur phorminx d'occasion
Eh oui Ma Désirée est Pulchra authentique et fatale
Elle chante tentatrice avec Kiotis
Son cantique des cantiques ad libitum
"Je suis bien, je suis wow , je supervise
Et je m'aime comme je suis "
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Ever since I can remember,
these slugs been hounding me,
these wheelers, these dealers,
like drug dealers, they peddling
they lies to try and hypnotise
young minds like mines but you
gotta remember what they tell
you's real and what's really real
is two totally different reals.
Those maggots they try and sell you
on some pie in the sky, just another lie
another fantasy, another trap to
keep you and yours down in the gutters.
They tell you you ain't pretty enough or,
that you ain't smart enough, or you
ain't good enough as you are, and that
what you need is what they happen to have.
A bottle of pills to cure all your ills,
or is it just something to siphon your will?
You gotta believe me, man, or lady,
you can't trust those suits who try to buy
your happiness, your love, your self-esteem
like it was some kinda product to buy and sell,
like your worth is some kinda commodity, hell no.
Feel me when I say you're beautiful the way you are.
But those words won't mean a thing until you try
some introspection and realize it for yourself.
Can't nobody, not me, or the suits, tell you
how you're meant to feel, or meant to think.
The only happiness you'll ever find is from within,
and the only love you'll ever find is deep inside.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
I was in love
Your words charmed me.
Once.
I felt like I was in heaven
You fooled me.
Like a puppet, I was hypnotise,
A fool to your words & lies.
blinded
Not noticing your actions.
You stabbed my heart with a smile upon your face.
You promised to be there, but I guess I was in the limelight alone. Grieve became my logo.
I didn't realise the sorrow surrounded around me.
Until one morning. I didn't love you no more
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
I see her.
Faceless, beautiful, warm.
On this dark winters day,
As the wind screeches and the
Leaves run,
She is there.
Singing-
My ears drawn to her.
Such a comfort that I can
See her ever so rapidly.
Though, is it her or my surroundings
that are the enemy?
I approach her,
The notes exhaled from her
breath that cannot even be
breathed still
hypnotise my ears.
She feels neither warm nor cold-
Yet this still sends shivers down
the hairs under my baggy shirt.
And the notes, oh the notes again
cause me to feel.
I can taste her-
As though she is the overload of
metallic blood being pumped around me.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Right I want you to put all your negative thoughts into a bottle.
What sort of bottle.
Doesn’t matter what sort.
***** bottle do.
Jesus, yes.
Okay I’ve ran out of room.
You’re so predictable.
Just like you last night, standards are dropping.
That’s because I knew you were coming for a session today.
Think how I feel, all my thoughts in a bottle of *****
Maybe I should hypnotise you.
How do I know you won’t interfere with me, you read about these things.
Take my word for it, I’m going to send you to sleep, then I’m going to join you.
How does that help me if we’re both asleep, you got a bit of telepathy going on here.
Yes, I’m going to put you into a trance, see if we can find you another guy.
What sort of guy are we talking about, I mean, I’ve already hit rock bottom with you.
Well in that case, we should be able to fix you up quite quickly.
I don’t know, what if he doesn’t understand my quirky sense of humour.
He’ll dump you then.
What, can he do that, just discard me, and me a broken woman already.
Afraid so, but then you can find another guy, and another.
My God, I’ll be the talk of the town, my bottle will be overflowing.
Just relax, breathe in, breathe out, stop doing that.
Doing what.
You’re thrusting your chest out, do you know what sort of guy that’ll attract.
Someone like you.
You don’t want to attract someone like me, you want someone dynamic, someone who’ll take you away from all this.
Have you got someone in mind.
Yes, I was talking to this nice chap in the Asylum yesterday.
Why is he in the Asylum.
He killed a snail.
My God, they put you in the Asylum for that.
No, he’s in for using a flamethrower.
What’s the snail got to do with it.
That was the trigger point.
So what happens if I upset him and it triggers something and he goes mad.
It won’t, I told him to put all his negative thoughts into your bottle.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
brushes of pink
shades of blue
some violet, purple
and a bit of yellow too
hypnotise
my colourless eyes
paint my heart
and conquer my soul
sunbather
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
let death becomes,
as night and beauty hypnotise,
I realise,
that death became.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Two buttons. My mind is not being able to register either of them. Each procedure triggers an impulse in my body, reaction is inevitable but the forces around hypnotise me and I purport to falsify all the claims within. I'm forced to believe that this is the truth. I can hear strange noises. None of them seem to please me. Every word that comes out of her mouth dissects a segment of my imagination and breaks it into pieces mercilessly and unconsciously. My mind begins to stutter. This is unacceptable. Why are they making me write a passage of euphemisms. I do not wish to write. This place seems to be a trap. They're trying to divert my attention by placing these still life objects and their reflection under the sun is transforming my mind into a different dimension. They're using art for the supposedly magnanimous motives but I know it's a trap. I'm befuddled. Why are children playing games of life while I sit to crib about things which aren't worth. Are they mocking at me because of my indecisiveness. The room is filled with chalk dust and the only one person here is speaking her mind out. Why am I confined within these four walls? Why are my choices not my choices?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC