"hypnotism" poems
I want his look
not his favourite Ironman T-shirt
I'm not an Irongirl
I'm not an iron anything sort
I want him creases and all
not his “to infinity” golden band
it has the ring of something too definite
I want him here
“and beyond”
just how far
I'm not yet sure about
not his ultra clean pair
of New Balance sports shoes
I'm not the run around sort
wet trackies pants hot and loose
I want him caught off balance
bare footed on the grass
I want his look
and when he gives it
straight back
into my eyes
I know what...
I'll look away at the skies
and hope beyond hope
he'll interpret my act
ironman out my shyness
ring the changes I want
and run beneath my disguise
to find an orange not a lemon
only trouble is
I think he won't
because at this early stage
we don't have much in common
O ******
he's looking...
the sky's so bright!
like he's going to...
I squint!
blind!
eyes shut!
be just my...
I'm so silly!
.... dotage
huh! maybe I should try...
courage?
a comic character?
hypnotism?
an older age?
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Your lips bleed
like the scarlet syrup of a
dark passion fondue;
two curly lines of red
peeking from behind
your hallowed veil,
and you,
you lay them upon
my neck,
my very body you hail
as your own.
This then, is like
a red petal falling on
alabaster
or a rose stained in blood
as I pull you closer to me
and together,
we drown in a pool of
crimson wine
you anoint
my lips with.
The taste of you
is like the tip of a sword
dipped in sparkling liquorice;
and our ******* becomes
the hypnotism
my tongue
slickly wrap around,
or perhaps,
the ****** of this
eyeless world.
We’re just like
diamonds sleeping on their
velvet cushions,
or illuminating puppets
showing the way.
Love, may you claim me,
till death do us part.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
big moon
you transfix me with your gaze
you hold me in your eye
with your muted clarity
your simple mystery
your enigmatic answer
your reflective light
your seductive hypnotism
your soulful beam
you didn't tell me you were there
did you?
but I knew ..
because I can feel you
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
Her Diamond Mind
Rests in Pure Carbon Mine
Shining Fluorescence
Never left her with obsolescence
Light refraction
Quite the distraction
Ice rink on her finger
A monetary stinger
Gem best friend
How much did he spend?
Frozen Pond reflection
of the hardest affection
Ice rock speaks to only her
Don't be a gem amateur
Clear crystal quartz won't do Sir
with its dim blurr
Follow the four C's
Scintillation gleams
Cut determines its prism
At first sight brings hypnotism
Color - a rainbow brilliance
Smiles with each glance
More clarity for radiance
All eyes may be romanced
Be prepared for a trance
Carat weight
Might be the bait
Year after year
Continual glimmer
With every light flicker
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
The effect of resisting the power of hypnotism
because the beholder wants to see the end
He
patiently waited until it stopped
He
stared like it was the only thing mattered on Earth
He
offered even just a minute of himself to see through it
But the thing is
No one penetrates a pendulum
Because it is Hard..
Solid.. Steel
But he did it…
With his ability to look at it like a kryptonite
The pendulum suddenly made
An involuntary halt
Eye to eye
The beholder and his pendulum
Penetrated each other for a time
They can only know…
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
You aren't entirely charmed to being whipped, if you don't take a moment to see what being merely "whipped" is even about. Showboating a charmed effect for something other than something else to "whip" itself back into shape! Lust! Ecstasy! All charmed effects without anything being whipped normally. When being whipped by a single charm defies ALL expectations for normal anticipations to fall prey to. Creating a very frustrating hypnotism functionality. Whilst also creating a very flustered trance that none can escape alone!
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
As they swirled above the clouds
Twisting in and out of existence
Heart fluttered, such as the wings of
Butterflies in my belly
The girl in the tree
Witnessed not what I did
As she called out my name
Voice of reason, guide me
Look, up here!
And the ladder I climbed to sanctuary
Was of oak and sap
Sticky with unknowing
And her hand touched mine
But her face was unseen
The dragons
Above, with jade scale and ivory claw
Swirled in the dance of
My eternal struggle
For knowledge
Enraptured
Captured, but not owned
Are these visions
The clouds darkened as my hand slipped
And I fell backwards
Seeing her dark hair
But her face was
Not there
And the wind picked up the new rain
Fresh, like the blood of dragons
In an epic twist of death
And poured it into my eyes
And though I slept soundly
Silence was always there
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I swerve, I dream, I think, I feel .
Shots of Bacardi to feel unreal.
Mislead thoughts, more *** appeal.
Your eyes, my curves.
My lips, your skin.
Melodies I’ve never heard.
We love rich, Love thin.
Ciqarette breath, I breath you in.
Never used love.
Forbidden four letters.
Sly grin,
Lust deep,
Lust me,
Freak sheets,
Bed freaks.
Everything but our voices speak.
So close, we never meet.
Mystic paths we explore.
Curious. We want more.
Kitchen, bed, bath, or floor.
To the rhythm of your hypnotism,
We exchange expressions.
Heavy progression.
Blunted and Blurred feelings
I still see you in my vision.
Stay moanin till the crack of early dawn creeps through your shades folded.
Early morning.
Bird symphony’s louder than last nights chirpin.
Feelinqs ******
We had ******
No more Bacardi.
Only your black coffee.
Still cant say I love you.
But I loved the night that had me lie beside your shadow in the morning.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
hopeless romanticism
is an endless pit
of effortless falling
but reckless hypnotism
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
It is a calm November night.
We are standing under the pale moonlight.
There is a mist setting across the ground,
That seems to encompass us and all that surrounds.
The wind seems to move me, closer and closer to you--
As though romance was enveloped in that mist of blue.
Everything is still. My mood it does subdue.
Staring up at the silver, sumptuous jewels in a contrasting black sky
The moon and stars are all that surround us in this fantasy.
I see something that is more beautiful than a night sky,
More alluring than the stars, more awe-inspiring than the history of the galaxies,
I see you.
You stand beneath the achromatic moonlight that highlights the structure of your face,
That seems to me more detailed than renaissance art.
Your eyes cause more of a stir within my heart than a boulder thrown in a lake.
Everything about you seems more entrancing than hypnotism.
I stand there beside you, taking in everything you say, and everything you are.
Hanging on every word that falls through your lips
Seeing someone as you is as common as catching a fallen star.
-- through my heart your name slips.
And I will not let this moment pass
No. I will not let this moment go,
I will take this, and you
To feel the pleasure of a thousand angels dancing,
Of a million birds harmoniously singing.
The sensation of a thousand seducing kisses.
So as we stand in the pale moonlight,
Can we just hold each other tight.
And drift into the night.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
How tall and stout were those who wore big armors?
I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors.
In self hypnotism I look through future.
find machines are giants, people- pygmies,
products outnumber their creators,
most inhabitants follow train of thoughts
set by few scientists and technicians,
brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts.
The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings.
Slowly I walk out of the empty hall.
1st. Feb. 2017
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Eventually
or even before then
there will be a
reckoning.
When
will be for the Gods to decide.
I continue to ride in the slipstream of dreams
picking off cherries and that's not innuendo
or euphemism,
this is not rocket science or hypnotism
it's just a way to prepare for the forthcoming day.
From the firelight and shadows that play on the edges of darkness
someone prays for forgiveness
but there's nothing to fear
no demons live here
only me.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Your words were like this velvet glove
Silky and sultry, heavy on lust with subtle hints of something like love
The kind of hypnotism that could only have come from the stars above
Your voice was an aphrodisiac that couldn't be stopped, because the more I heard you speak with those trouble colored lips I felt like I smoked a spliff with some really good crop
My mind told me no, but my body couldn't bear for you to stop
So sensual, so seductive yet reserved at the same time
Like this velvet glove, you were aesthetically pleasing yet internally teasing at the same time
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Samson and Delilah
Submitted By: Joseph C Ogbonna
Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
The hypnotism of my succulent ******* and the soothing soft feel of
my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You really do have the strength of a God, but even a God is subject to
the mind blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me by submitting
to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated wedlock which you very
much desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your honey gate. How could I
ever resist thee Delilah? Certainly at your behest, I bequeath my awesome and
divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands, and see that
there never was nor can ever be, a warm resting place for your wearied head like
these lovely hands of mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
I love the natural evilness of Monkshoods
their dark blue hypnotism,
but if contained and recognised
there unlikely to be of any threat,
unlike people of course
of whom you could say where
not naturally evil
merely acquisitional -
with all those fault lines that runs from that
headstrong and running on empty,
said the poet as the nuclear laden train
passed by the suicidal rail line.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Learn to let go
Ive always been so inconsiderate
But only it you consider it
Learn to let me know
If forever is legitimate
If not let reconfigure it
Become indulgent I've
Strive to let the in between
Become me
Should it die or revive
The median or mean
Animal me
Dip into cynicism
Mental anguish
Bang to the brain
I'm awake in hypnotism
The main dish
A plate in no stain
Sigh
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
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sacred bodies ! ( sacred images of Man )
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we have learned from all our most lovely poets
That when the girl says
I LOVE YOU
She is ALWAYS So god - ****** sincere
the boy should fall to the ground in the humblest display of gratitude
( after first pulling his pants down - of course )
And that when the boy says
I LOVE YOU
he is NEVER sincere
But is merely thinking
I GONNA GET IN HER PANTS !
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Then at the end she gets to show she really hates him
( which she really did from the start )
Because of some reason never articulated
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So
Boys
What have you learned ! ?
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sacred bodies! (sacred images of Man )
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
You
are the one I love
when everything isn't perfect
And nothing's ever perfect
Yours
is the love I need
because looking for what I wanted was a mechanical defensive front
and it hasn't worked for years
I feel awakened
the me I was then was all pretend
Suspended in mid air
Waiting to fall
straight into the sound and arms of something or someone meta-great
Into the realm of transcending hypnotism
so compelling that even apart we breathe alike
My wits are no longer at end
my self is reflected in the mirror of your words
I like what I read
It sets me free
You
are the one I love
when everything isn't perfect
And nothing's ever perfect
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
*I wonder
Does LOVE bud blossom
-because of Sunshine
-because of Moonlight
-because of Star-spark
Or is it the gentle breeze
The first rain drops
The sight of butterfly sitting on a flower
Or the ocean waves sound piercing our soul
I sit mesmerized
In the beauty of NATURE
I sit mesmerized
Seeing the beauty of YOU
Underneath a tree
Below a waterfall
Perspiring under red-hot sun
I remain without
Utterance of a single word
The bliss
That emanated after seeing you
Even though it was for a single moment
Has enchanted me,
I know...
For the next thousand years
And I stayed awake for nights together
To find the answer...
-Of seeing your beauty
-Of worshiping you devotionally
All my knowledge learned
All my education forbid
All my mathematics, science
Logic, Rational mind
All the intelligent discourse
The philosophy, psychology
All fall flat without
Giving a single convincing answer
Exhausted, my eyes closed
Sleep never came
I let the struggle of mind go
I let the struggle of thought leave me
And let your hypnotism overpower me
And that is the time
I saw the golden LOVE bud blossom
In my heart
YOU and LOVE
Are mysteries that nobody else
Can see except me
Not even my senses of knowledge
Something I try to put on paper
But always feel incomplete to write about
My LOVE for you*
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Dear Mr. Depression
I have realized I am your Obsession,
You have made me a partner of your loneliness
Why are you guiding me to darkness,
Swayed away by your hypnotism
I make my way towards negativism,
I have lost interest in everything but you
People around are having no clue,
Are you my friend or my foe?
Coz you make my head blow,
I cannot deal with my blood boiling anger
Teary eyes I look out for an answer,
My days are so lonely my nights are so long
I now have a fear of the breaking dawn,
I feel so weak and numb
All I could do is to keep mum,
I am not getting killed , I am being suffocated
My inner peace is long awaited,
You make me so tired to fight
I beg you , This isn't right,
Shackles in my feet I can barely move
My Mind is in your trap but My heart disapproves,
The love in my heart is meant to overpower
You are unaware of the strength of my will power,
Slowly and steadily I change my direction
Your world was nothing but a deception,
I not only want to live I want to feel alive
Your foul intentions cannot keep me deprived,
Far away I see a light
Hope is standing on that side,
I promise not to look back while I start my Journey
Your pleas to keep me along are not worthy,
I might be late
But I'll make sure I reach that gate!!!
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
' ***** for the masses'
optimum exposure from the seat of social media.
It's complicated
highly overrated
but we love it like a long lost child.
I know
We're being filed away
as *** heads in some distant '
'Futurama'
with Nixon as our neighbour.
aw
please
shoot me now
with a Nikon
processing complete
your videos are ready,
share.
don't care?
don't mind if I do?
who's watching anyway?
Today's Goliath was yesterday's bean
ask Jack how he knew
ask jack how he grew,
it's
all to do with targeted marketing
Plucked out to be slotted in?
congratulations
you
win a prize
I tried to close my eyes
to the hypnotism of it
tried to block my mind
to the greatest ever
conjuring trick
but in reality,
which now airs twice weekly
live on Sky TV
I never stood ' a cat in hell's '
Camera, action, ring the bells
count admirers and
Off we go again.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC