"hypnotising" poems
Platonic Love Song
The wind in our hair as our lungs work
Screaming out the lyrics to a teenage summer
As we drive free, racing, to the waves and mountains
Lights in our eyes and hands over hearts
Youthful yearning fills us, as we get caught chasing the sky
Her laughter fills my soul and she begins to dance
While she wraps her arms around me, safe
A fire blazes, but our smiles are what light up the night
We make the stars jealous,
They beg for half of our shine
Embers and vapour fill the air,
Hands trading drinks and smoke and care
Music floats and lyrics sink in
Lips trading stories and laughter and kisses
Engines start, stop, jump, and rumble
Her eyes gleam and shift, catching attention
Hypnotising and beautiful,
They draw us in, keep us safe, and we ask to stay.
Let yourself love your friends. Let yourself stay with them.
She pumps music into our lives, her voice loud
We dance to the wild tempo of our heartbeats
Crass and catching, her voice settles in us
Let people in, even when it’s hard. Let yourself love them.
She scrunches her face up and tosses in jokes,
Making us smile at any price,
She helps us laugh the pain away.
Let people love you back.
I know it can be hard but...
She covers her smile with a hand,
Else she’d blind us, but we’d be alright,
If that could be the last thing we see
If you aren’t in love with your friends, where is your absolution?
She swings her hips and we get lost in her lips,
The gold on her skin, the brown in her eyes,
Entrancing on a new level, and we exalt
If you aren’t in love with your friends, then something is wrong.
She grabs our hands, reviving and vital,
Her shoulders jump and so do we, she’s got us on our feet
Her energy is infections, makes us forget imperfection.
If you aren’t in love with your friends, where are you spending your time?
Existing in a different state, but in the same hearts,
And we are all staring at the same jealous stars.
She feels like a home you’ve never been too.
If you aren’t in love with your friends, then you’re not doing it right.
Because for me, they define ride or die,
The first loves of my life, they mean open
Open arms, open homes, open hearts
They are coffee in the cold and make up in the night,
Empowerment in the dark and hope in the now.
Love isn’t just for spouses and partners,
Love is for those who you know with your heart,
Who’s soul touched yours, and said,
“Hey, it’s been a while. I missed you.”
And if you haven’t felt that yet then I’m sorry,
But don’t worry, you’ll find them.
And when you do, it will be like coming home.
And you’ll know.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Craving for attention
Craling deep down inside
growing as the day goes by
Releasing it's fire
As she speaks .
Creating a deep hole
in everyone's heart.
Hypnotising
Casting spells.
Blinding people's eyes.
With sweet words and dreadful meanings.
Each year goes by her level rises.
New level, new devil.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
The Room of Dancing Shadows,
undulating across the wall,
like ****** Persian ballerinas,
making no sound at all.
Reaching, retreating, a mosaic form,
eternally shifting the dark shade.
Pictures of no light in a flux,
remain fragmented, cold, unmade.
Hypnotising, random shapes in black,
swim serenely, start to slide.
The Room of Dancing Shadows
holds its fear deep, deep inside.
© Pagan Paul (03/10/16)
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
I want the air to surround me, hug me,
losing myself in its invisible arms
and therefore finding something meaningful
in its transparent substance.
I do not want to cower from the implications
that I am so dependent on this traceless vapour.
Make me crave you, I think, hoping it hears my wish,
welcome me as I so desperately want to welcome you.
So I stand paralysed staring into the unknown,
the endless vortex of existence,
hypnotising me with its mystery, torment and beauty,
divinity, chaos and serenity;
the paradox of living and reality.
To be a human is to be a reflection of the dazzling mess of life;
how can I not take in the wonders of the universe each time I inhale?
My breath is power, the air my hero,
it gives me strength even in times I fight ruthlessly against it.
What is this strange instinct, this stubborn ingrained desire,
this anonymous impulse that never changes or falters?
Why won't it tell me what it's here for, why it persists,
I want to be informed on what it has to offer me.
So show me, I say to nothing, come out and reveal your secrets,
stop your hiding and give me everything there is to know, consume, devour.
I want to be nourished with it, overwhelmed with it,
so show me that this life is worth living.
The vast and depthless road of reality stretches out for so long it scares me,
the plethora of choices, unlimited possibilities,
fear traps me, foolishly, I allow it to strike me
in every way, shape and form
even when I told it to do everything it can to excite me.
It kept its promise well it seemed, it obeyed my order,
now I'm stuck between two states, helpless and frozen.
It turns out I'm not really sure I can handle it.
It turns out I'm not really sure what I want, ever.
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
You do not appear to me as the light of the sun,
You rather appear dark, like a curvy fabric of space pulling me,
I fail to find the stillness in you, to sail past unharmed,
You are like a hypnotising blue wave, promising fun in drowning,
I know I should've turned the ship away, before it was too late,
But silly soul had planned the adventure, before conscience was awake.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 1:52 PM UTC
hypnotising
mesmerising
demonising
terrorising
television is devising
ways and means for
lobotomising
globalising
mesmerising
summarising
victimising
mass media is advising
ways and means for
supervising
ostracising
privatising
eulogising
brutalising
government is advising
ways and means for
destabilising
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
I am stained with your colour;
Royal purple and blinding white.
I am smothered by your scent;
Marlboro cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
I am lost in your words;
Mellifluous syllables and sage proverbs.
You must be a sorcerer, for I have been bewitched.
You roam through my mind, casting hexes as you go;
I see you walk with that charming little gait of yours.
The memory of your face is hypnotising, infatuating;
Perhaps I have been cursed, but I hope this necromancy lasts forever.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
My whiskey habit is complimented then insulted by the ever temperamental voice of Jim Morrison,
I listen to Alabama Song by The Doors
I throw my pen and page
In an anger induced rage
As my mind recites the wrong words
To his poems and songs
His voice plays on repeat
All i can do is blame myself as the primitive synth dances it's oscillating tunes through one of my depleted senses.
My hearing
Mojo Rising's face crudely made into pop art painting by a fan, an idoliser's image
Suddenly the fender telecaster takes over the smokey airways
Hypnotising, mesmerising
as it fills the space between the barely conscious being and the walls that surround
The tempo of the snare, tom and high hat slows
I now have time to gather my ever harsh and bitter thoughts
Harsh like the whiskey, bitter like me
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
I am
Drifting
Dazing deeply
Take me high in the sky
Firey, disk ablaze
As we hover towards the deep black sea in the sky
Light up the abyss, reflecting through eyes
Hypnotising through harmonic tones
Oh slowly breaking the atmosphere
As we go
Craft
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
I whisper your name to myself,
and it puts this smile on my lips that's hard to wash away.
This feeling that's come over me,
Is so very warm.
It spreads with delight from the top of my head,
to the very tips of my toes.
I'm tangled in words and emotions, thoughts spin out of control. Hypnotising me in endless day dreams. Possibilities as countless as heart beats.
You must be my new fascination.
I'm beginning to settle in,
becoming to comfortable in your thoughts.
I wonder how good your lips might taste touching mine,
How your body might feel under my touch.
Lay me down,
Let me belong to you.
Just don't let me fade away...
I crave to be more then an indent on your bed sheets.
This time,
I want more then a once whispered name.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Country nighttime turned off the world
Absolute window blacking
Any other life void-invisible
Universe shrunk snack-size
Existence is only this cab,
these tiny lights,
this fuzzing radio
One direction
Only ahead
Only these tracks
A change in rhythm signals new territory
Lower infrastructure spend
Budget acknowledged by
transitioning drum track
More toms
Double kick
More bass, but
no less hypnotising, no less soporific, no less slowing, no less…
Snap.
Driver vigilance alarm earns its keep
Pierced by safety sound needles
Bleary eyes split open
Only closed for seconds
Enough to dry 3am eyelash glue
Intermittent, intensifying battle
Open versus closed
Here versus where
Wake versus yawning, rocking, mesmerising, irresistible…
Snap.
Assistance required
Scan for options
Snoozing thermos drools its last drips onto the floor mat
Moment of silence for coffee, our absent friend
What else?
Lunch box offers carrot sticks
Sharp, crisp, smug
No help. What else? Cake.
A silent bargain
– okay calories, we’ve had our differences, but we need to pull together
Health is tomorrow, safety is now
Sleepiness shrinks and stretches place and time
There is only here
Only now
Battle and bargains
Winning and losing
Until the sun comes up
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 10:53 PM UTC
Hopelessly wandering
I am at an impasse
Immobilized by desire
There is no way out.
Freedom awaits me
I can hear it's cries
But I turn a deaf ear
My lover pulls me back.
A hypnotising smile
And tranquillizing touch
Invade my mind
And Control my body.
Liberation will come someday
I can hear freedom cry
Another day I will leave perhaps
Today my lover needs me.
Captured in a conundrum
Intriguing mystery abounds
Captivating me to decipher
Perpetual perplexity.
I hear the screams closing in
Freedom is more persistent
I ready myself to join the calls
But my lover has my hand.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
When two become one
Nothing else matters
But that moment in time
Feeling ecstacy grind
When two become one
Synchronizing
Hypnotising
Flowing in time
When two become one
hearts racing
Intoxicating
Adrenalin pumping
Fires ignites
When two become one
Nothing else matters
But
Our song.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Soft linen surrounds me as I wake draped in your arms,
I feel your breath on my back and smile,
The light of the morning lifts the shadows, and glides across your soft skin,
I turn and press my mouth against your forehead, stopping a moment to inhale your scent,
As your lips curl into a smile, my quiescent heart builds up rhythm,
Your eyes open in a flourish of dazzling blue, and the dancer in my chest begins to twirl,
Oh those captivating eyes, circles of crystal that continually ensnare, hypnotising, encapsulating, my dancer has begun to leap.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
brooklyn, new york
is not just a place
brooklyn, new york
is sunshine caught in sandy blonde hair
it is the light dusting of eyelashes
it is a pair of deep, hypnotising blue irises
it is a warm smile and a pair of strong arms
brooklyn, new york
is morning kisses across the cheek
it is the smell of sweet syrup on pancakes
it is the sound of 70s music in the background
it is the taste of vanilla ice cream from a tub
it is the feeling of a smooth bubble bath against your skin
it is the view of earthy undertones wherever you turn
brooklyn, new york
is my lover's embrace.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Hi,
I just wanted to say
that the sound of your voice
wakes up my senses
When you speak
I'm melting away,
giving in to the consequences
You're a room
full of candles,
I inhale without a choice
I scent cherry blossom
and vanilla flames,
you sound like roses and apricots
The sweet aroma
of your melody
smells like candles of passion fruit
I'm drawn in
by your tone,
for me, you are an absolute
I'm enveloped
in daffodils
as your words glow in yellow
Your voice
is so hypnotising,
euphonious and mellow.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
I want to tell you about the time I jumped.
The time I became my biggest fear
And conquered.
I want to tell you of the white curtains that tried to sweep over my eyes, and
How I summoned that aguish
I want you to know
It wasn't made right straight away
Blood, screams, tears whirled first
In my face on my body,
A weight of dread coming from her mouth
Holding my arms down.
But then still.
A peace took residence in the air, creating an earthly dull hum
A constant murmur, hypnotising
The knots out of our backs
The beast in my stomach,
to surrender
I want to tell you
I felt safe,
But then I would not be credible to you
And my words could be dismissed.
Now, the truth spilled
Her tongue no longer licks my legs, purple
Nor do I wake with my knuckles numb
I take what I have coming, happy and sad
Both, the vibrant beat
To my weaping heart
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
Her mind
was a Möbius strip
which every now & then
she offered a sip
like a too rich wine
which offended the palette.
She acted like a
fictional character
in an outrageous
historical novel
her bosoms
almost hypnotising one
into ripping her bodice.
She acted out
her life
as if she was a Colossus
like an Ozymandias
before it all went wrong
& some guy called Shelly
happened to come along.
She was an aria
in the opera of her life
but right now
she was just sipping from the daintiest of cups
& laughing hysterically at something I said
(which I hadn’t considered funny)
spraying in my astonished face
a soft mist of hot
Earl Grey tea.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
In their Garden of Love,
She,the beautiful queen,
Champak, with her
Intoxicating scent
He,the handsome King,
Gandharva, with his
Mesmerising scent
Hypnotising two hearts
With love and romance
Taking them to Heaven !
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
i want my understanding
of the universe to entice
you
in our marriage
like shiny steel coins
dancing,
whirling,
rising, and
hypnotising
in a magnetic field.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
Here I am,
picking tissue lint,
off my favourite linen pant's ( I hate it when you leave a tissue in the wash.)
thinking small thoughts.
My mind,
dawdling along,
as my hands pluck tissue.
A bit like a magpie hunting worms.
It is hypnotising, in it's own way.
My dip, into the shallow end, of realities swimming pool. Now, I know,
there are those out there,
who are drowning,
in the deep end
and those who,
swim laps endlesslly.
And I will tell you,
honestly.
I know well, both those states of mind.
Bu, for here and this moment.
Dipping in a toe, is just fine.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Conversation begins to rise with the giggles. The irony of life is too common not to laugh. A mixture of colours scatter across the sky. Blending into one to see the cosmic eye. Rays of fluorescent light ripple across my vision. Tunes dance around us with there flowery melodies, hypnotising our moods. The sand sinks into the soles of my feet. As we move closer to the roaring ocean, demanding to be touched. Our bodies gently press upon the water. It streams up our legs leaving a chill. We walk across the shore discussing the politics of meaning, reality begins to dissolve.
Are humans the most intelligent species in the world?
I cant help to disagree, we're sharks looking for our next prey. The weakest waiting to be enslaved by our arrogance.
But you insist in our advance technology that surpasses any other species known.
If we're so intelligent however, then why do we massacre each others dreams constantly. Dead bodies thrown in ditches with our forgotten hopes. Is it smart to be consumed by an ego and place yourself in top of the food chain. What are we missing?
Empathy.
We reach the end of the shore and draw a breath of fresh air to fill our lungs.
Peace.
The waves cease to move and the ocean extends beyond sight.
Silence.
The sun stretches across the horizon and showers us with warmth.
Love.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
It was a gift, and is engrained with the words
“The whole world is about three drinks behind”
now it catches up-in
humour;
of marathons, and sprints, families of credit
hustling their own into bunkers at the coast edge;
where the crevice can house no more than two,
watching the war come
from a small peep hole.
I look inside and see the wealth of crushed cans
and crisp packets, I walk over the mixed grass
and sand rock finding a place that stares out to the sea;
better than I can, but is happy to seat me
for a while, words of love affairs
cut into the smoothing rocks;
and they wont last a thousand years,
but have endured until now,
my skin resting upon them,
as I accept the seas hypnotising world,
which is enough.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
They are always together
Through
Thick,
And
Thin,
If one is in **** the other joins in
Friendship,
Best bugs,
But they travelled around
Here and there,
Stopping to eat what ever was around,
But then night came,
A light shone above
Hypnotising,
Captivated,
Ensnared,
One could not look upon it
Without wanting to be there,
"Don't look cover your eyes"
But to late, one was entranced
"No"
Move away, don't follow the light
But as one neared, the other far away,
All that could be seen and heard was
Smoke,
Noise,
Burnt flesh,
And then there was only one left.
As he flew away,
He was my best friend, I knew him but a day,
But they all go out with a flash
"At least it a quick way"
"The fly flew off",
My next best bud is but a dustbin away.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
In silence
I find
Myself.
Imagine,
Medusa's head
Snakes tamed.
A snake charmer
Hypnotising
Crazed carcophonous
Vermin.
In my silence
The rhythmic
Tick tock
Over working
Body clock.
A man,
A wandering
Existence.
He seeps into
My nights
Seeking fights
To waver the
War.
A war in
Which,
Silence is my
Saviour.
In silence
I find
Myself.
The charmer
Within me
Calms those
Rattling snakes
Rifling through
& through.
In silence
I find
Myself.
© Sia Jane
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC