"idolise" poems
Infatuation;
when you focus, idolise and fixate upon
the one reason it will work--
ignoring the million others
that dictate otherwise
It is unreasonable
logic screams; reason shatters
yet so heartbreakingly human
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
why do we always inspire the young who idolise and idealise, make the middle-aged merchants and are spoken of by the old as necessary memories by way of rekindling their own memories of youth not travelled upon the paths of the various arts?
modern world decided
to depict the **** perfect family
as a form of ******
now we're told the perfect
family is within reach of
our genetic understanding of things
and how easily synthesised,
how easily synthesised and
rarely analysed to be mutually
bored before the television
content and silent...
raising a family these days almost
feels like committing an act of ******
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
We can only afford to contain our fires
Turning to... Soothsaying waters
Soothsaying rain, empty out your bottles
Irrigate from our heart puddles
Let flow into a singular well
An oasis where our hearts would kiss and silently tell
Submerge us as one being
The water milling and licking
Kissing our warm skins
Wash away as it purges and cleans
Cleansing waters, wash and give birth
Rid of the sadness to reveal the earth
Of this earth, you and I are one
Looking up to idolise the same sun
Wedged between... This expanse of redundant land
Pining for the mixing of our sands
We... We are made of the same
Earth, dirt and gravel placed in different games
Bearing similar stones that beat
Beating away the seconds that flit
Earth biding time... Stay on ground
Let wind take your souls to realms unbound
Casting our souls into the wind
Carved hearts on flags we pinned
Kites of love set to catch the air
Wind be kind... Carry us easy with care
Gift us your gentle airy fingers
As you would the sails of hopeful seafarers
Together we would dance and billow
Frolic upon your light feathered pillow
Ride the wind, on wings that never tire
Tiny bites that keep us afire
Never needing a flint to set alive the flame
Stoking the fire that burns on the same
Rhymes and reasons be our fuel
Combat logic and sense in a cerebral duel
Fight in our eyes, subdued are the blazes
Embers dormant behind glassy tearful gazes
Spark them to life with passionate heat
Fan them to rage till the time our hearts meet
But still... We must contain our fires
With nothing but soothsaying waters
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:49 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
*the new deconstructionism will focus on how you become a humanist after studying science into maturity, you will deconstruct being enmeshed in spider-webs and cobble-stones: moths in my wallet scenarios of complex greek alphabets given scenarios of constants - the circle of π (~∞°: well, approximate but i can still enclose a shape and not bother undermining the practice of architecture by bewildering myself over the geometry of the universe, it's a substance like water, a vacuum of infinite mirrors / black holes are two-dimensional objects in three-dimensional space, like in the first tomb-raider, the two-dimensional ferns and other objects on close inspection rotating) - randomised infinite negations of decimal digits in the spinning vortex beginning with 3.141... let alone state nothing as a necessary compounding of adjective purification of nouns or verbs - e.g. pure mind, true / undiscovered self, higher being... none of that crap. come back to π = ~∞°, well, that's because the shape becomes in transit, hence the "illogical" perpetuation of decimal points after 3, the shape is too useful to be a closed-case of Pythagoras.*
everyone knows the famous case
of the writers' block,
that big fudge-like-turd
of a blank page...
but no one really cared to mention
writers' claustrophobia,
resonating in the court of law of
proofs with such books as those
entitled: collected letter 1975 - 1992,
proof that writers who idolise
and champion isolation can't
handle the strain of filling a room
with so much of their own excrement
they have to whip the leash like
a horse jockey directly into someone
else's mind - mind you, that's better
than regurgitating facts, the now
famous form of journalism reciting
all the health parameters to basically
live on air and science, speaking out
the mechanics of someone's liver
with that tut-tut index finger pendulum
of whimsical scorn.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
~
***Nobody Loves me
Nobody really cares***
But I do my darling
Just take a look into my eyes
I've been through hell and back with you
Together we have touched the skies
From the beginning to the end
We've seen each other through it
The lies and deceit, heart stopping truths
Where others would have split
We made it through our youth
When we first met you were smol
Barely even my height
A friendship made through stripper jokes
And you being my favourite white
Casual racism erupted
A classic joke among our friends
During a time where we were once happy
Innocent even, before that bitter end
Slowly you grew taller
Quite frankly you have changed
No longer that touchy goofball
Reasoning for that we leave unexplained
Though I still love you dearly
No matter what kind of person you become
Even if you turned into a vile beast
I would still act like your mum
From your oddly perfectly shaped eyebrows
Those glistening endless voids you call your eyes
Hair roughly pushed to the side
Matched with a cheeky grin that people seem to idolise
3 Years I would say its been
Though clearly its the wrong number
Knowing all about your weird life
Sharing memories from past summers
An ungodly collection of hats
littered throughout your room
The ugly ones shoved above the closet
That black one with green splats I presume
We went to that amazing concert together
Rocking it out within the mosh pit
I'll never forget that amazing day
As we reconnected even if it was just a bit
Your escape through street fighting
A dark time for both of us I remember
But it looks like we stuck it out
We made it past that December
Even if we wanted to end it all
The depression still hitting us in waves
The relaps of that fateful period
Still echoes within my brain
But like I've said once
And will say a million times over
I love you my dear boy
Even if you feel like a complete loner
I'll continue holding my hand out
Incase you slip and fall
Even if you don't need it
Just don't forget its there is all
*I want you to know
I love you
Remember that Riy*
~
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
listen,
I was still covered in placenta when they locked me in this golden cage
fast at work,
they didn't care how calloused their hands got
rough ropes fed through the pulleys,
and sewed into the heavy haze of distraction.
listen,
I promise you,
if they could leave this pedestal and share the warmth that is burning and bubbling for them, they would do it;
but the fall would **** them first.
listen,
there are two ways to rob someone of their humanity-
to idolise them
and to ignore them;
so perhaps we all share the same emptiness that way.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
continuously surpassing
I know
my obligations
to some this may be
considered trespassing
I empathise
to the point
where I almost idolise
your fragility
and I sympathise
almost to the point
where I would follow
if you chose
to leave
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
To be rebuilt, to be restored, to re-establish broken walls
Of former gates now rising up, to them that will rejoice
On assignment from the palace
Nehemiah of noble rank
With zest and zealous zeal
A great work to begin, relinquish finding fault
Continue the consigned course, even if by force
A purposeful quest, yet enemies seek to oppress
Chosen people of Jerusalem
Their aim to hinder
To turn our plans to cinders, of ruin again
Aside from jeers and jokes, we evoke the passion inside
From such a purpose as this
For Nehemiah here to rebuild, not to rebel
To hear of enemies plans, such work began
Armed hands of spears and swords
Guarding watchmen day and night, to then distract, a covert act
To call him away, an unprincipled trip, good intentions not
Yet passing times, forward seasons
Gave no reason, for continued up-rise
No scheme or lies, could dissolve desire
Nor cause delay
Gathered rules, with listening intent
Help the people, re-join and restore customs, not law
Promising years, place heathen aside, do not idolise
A Saviour will return
The writings of Malachi
A faithful prophet, of faithful words
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Wipe those ***** on your mouth.
Bitter people will always be entitled.
Envy, that's what you feel right now.
The worst is you keep eating it all.
How fool are you?
And to you my friend,
You always idolise your best of friends.
Aren't you worried about something you don't know?
The rope you keep pulling on is the one who cut you slowly.
Do you think you deserve it?
Well, Indeed!
You deserve what you tolerated my friend.
Ohh! Look at those best of friends.
The one is pulling her up while the other one is cutting her down.
How shameful are they?
Ahhh! I really enjoyed their fake laughs.
It makes me shivered!
How fool are they?
© Unatnat03
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 4:36 AM UTC
Every time you look at me I melt a little more.
Wrapped up in your innocent face.
You idolise me.
My smile makes you smile again and again and again!
Arms outstretched I need no excuse to lift and protect you.
Absolute pure beauty.
A living doll.
My girl.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
**i am just so ******* tired.
of people that try to write like me.
i hate it. you would think i like it, and
i am flattered mind you, but i ******* hate it.
sometimes i just see my words everywhere,
i see my sentences everywhere, **** even the
way i have normal conversations. i am happy
and grateful so many of you idolise me, but
when i see a sentence of mine in another's poem,
it actually really hurts. don't ask me to
teach you how i write, because i cannot.
i hate it when its the people really close to me
that think just because i value your friendship,
you have that privilege. i hate it more when
people just try to be close to me just because they want
to write like me.
just stop it.. okay? or, i will be no more.**
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC
People idolise celebrities so much these days
We see them as perfect
Praising the good
Dismissing and defending the rude
It's gotten to the point where they're not even people anymore
God forbid we see them at a weak point
Hair messy
No makeup
Casual clothes
They're gods to us now
In shape
Never at fault
Always beautiful
We need to face the fact that our gods are people too
They have bad days
They make mistakes
They have personal lives behind the camera
Away from the flashing lights
We need to see them as such
And if they make a mistake
You don't have to defend them if they have no defence
In fact, you shouldn't
But you also don't need to forget about them
Saying you don't like your favourite actors, artists, singers
Just because of something they did that should never have happened
Everyone makes mistakes
And they are no exception just because they are in the limelight
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
I idolise it here
And despise it here,
We rekindled our love,
Under the stars,
Looking at the moon
Yet part of me died in here.
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 9:08 AM UTC
What is wrong with you?
Are you a ******
Have you ever made out with a guy before?
Who said this should mean anything?
Why do you idolise *** so much?
Maybe you never had one as good as me, why don't you let me?
Why are you saying no? I don't understand.
All I need is for you to say yes.
I have heard of your type,
The type that baits it's prey
The type that does not understand the meaning of no
The type that has no respect for the other
The type that has no respect for themselves
The type that no sense of shame or embarrassment
The cunning type, you just never see it coming
You made me feel less of a woman
You made me lose my self confidence
You made me conscious of my body
You gave me the ability to cringe at the sight of men
You taught me to fear
You broke my psyche
I must give it to you, you are good!
You managed to ******* me
NO drugs, NO sedatives, just your words
I felt the need to validate myself to you
The need to please you
I never thought I would meet you
I thought you lived on TV and Facebook posts
That you were not real
But you were around me all this time
How do you feel? Good?
Well, I feel like crap
I feel used
Was that your goal?
Well, you succeeded!
Congratulations Mr Predator!
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Hit me with the knives you sharpened with your rage,
Hit me with the words you wished you released out of the cage,
Hit me with the floods coming out of your eyes, the undesirable wreckage,
Hit me with the revenage you composed, to stay for your soul, a heritage,
Hit me with the dreams you wrote on that vintage page,
Hit me with the memories you drowned down the rivage.
Hit me with the passion I made you fantasize,
Hit me with the pain you can't verbalize,
Hit me with the struggle I gave as an advice,
Hit me with the sorrows that won't let you rise,
Hit me with the filth unleashed of my vice,
Hit me with the agony I'd enjoy to poetise,
Hit me with the sadness you should idolise,
Hit me with the deception that I got to, on you, idealise.
Hit me with the thoughts you ignited in your head,
Hit me with the lies I loved you with instead,
Hit me with the cries that to your end, have led.
Hit me with the words I never dared to let being said.
Hit me with the regret that you'll never get,
Hit me with the anger, you, because of me, have met.
Hit me with the ages of misery, I've for you set.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
broken shoes on your feet, grief for a family that aren't dead - just dead to you - on your back and a book in your pocket. a book about a man you idolise. by that same man you idolise. his songs, his words, his honesty. a similar honesty that takes up the blank spaces in the notebook that resides in your other pocket. our griefs, though different, united us. yet while you begin to live, i start to die. again.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
i
the empire of temptation
defied gravity
planets aligned
strung by locks of burgundy
asteroids plunged from her shoulders
pleiades eyes
shot like comets through defences
the core of my force field agape
holes spluttered butterflies
spawned from cosmic clouds
ii
i lay beneath her
transfixed by the depth of majesty
her galactic reign over night
i did not fall
i did not grow weary till daybreak
shielded by the blood of dawn
we faded into light and dreamt of taurus
gravity could not stop
the empire of temptation
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
To idolise and fantasise
of whence Deities wonder.
And aperpo of nothing
Else, the engaging prospect
dwells; a condensing cloud,
It begs to ignite.
Melodic philosophy after all
bequeaths such license and
rather, idealises lofty ideals;
Relevant. Real. At times,
ridiculous; but written nonetheless.
Inception sacked lame defences
(nature's law-bound birth)
Of solace and comfort,
In accepting such uncertainty.
Schlock festers now, page
bound by binds which
Tie and plunder. Rich
is he whose flacid
Resistance entertains this coup.
Still - Who will notice?
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC