Illicits poems on Hello Poetry

SøułSurvivør Feb 2015

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VALENTINE'S DAY
Bright Eyes

A touch of brilliance in the eye
Like aged whiskey in a glass
Like peridot and emerald
Crystophase, oh lass!

O lad! How we do gaze
At the pupils, aye!
Shining, black as onyx
The apple of the eye!

How we do gaze at the pool
Who could know the depth
Of pleasure it illicits
The mystical lure of ***.

Perhaps the lovely iris
Is a dark ceurilian blue
But the open pupil invites in
and says

I love you!**

SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/14/2014
Rewritten 2/14/2015

For someone special
and anyone who is
in love with love!

~~~@<♥>@~~~

#love #eyes #valentine #******* #special-someone

Omar Kawash Jul 2014

The Middle East & The U.S

Sterling eyes close the falling red ward
Big Brother has seen it all
He tells me: there is danger
Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic

Don’t stray there, the mouth
of stumbling heads say,
They want to take away
Our safety, our ways, our Freedom

Mr. Elected reassures
Nothing will harm you
Not with me going there
I don’t want you going there

He speaks like my mom
Warning me of the illicits
I am too vulnerable to experience
It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told

Sleepless red monocular
Enlightening the air to a passive blue
It’s opacity beneath and above
Ascending again

Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home
I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar
Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen
Precariously perceiving the harmful

Sentiments of years past in Jordan,
I wonder why
my kin would ban this place
Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up

The Atlantic is not to be crossed,
A lack of morals, malintentions
lay beyond the scape.
Extravagant grenade above,
Falling to the horizon

And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil
Skyward lay the remnants
Of heat, frozen in time
The lips in a box on this shoreside

Warn the zephyrs from the ornery
Reaches towards our home
Be on guard of the deceitful
star at night that rains red

Tomorrow may not be there
My blood brothers of Lebanon say,
But I wait, field of vision
aligned to the east

Aural stumbles translate, articulating
My brethren begin their search of food
And in too many moments unnoticed,
Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above

#war #usa #lebanon #jordan #1984 #qatar #location #bigbrother #middleeast #thesame

SWB Jul 2012

acting like I know what I'm doin'

escorting you through the back alleys of Asia,
well it's kinda like
strutting into an interview drunk.
It's kinda like walking through airport security
with a baggie full of illicits in pocket 4
or is it pocket 5?

Hearing you speak Korean
with a shaking head
and a firm hand on my inner thigh,
well it's kinda like
asking a stranger to pay for my drinks.

Treating you to dinner and pitchers
when your heart's fighting your brain,
well it's kinda like
reassuring a child on his birthday
that he's getting presents later in the week.

And so receiving your words in the morning,
well it's kinda like
getting a kiss on a swollen cheek
right beneath a fresh black eye.

It's all kinda like it's dangerous
but I think I'm doin' an OK job
at acting like I know what I'm doin'.

Vick Mandrake Feb 2018

My Friend Death

I look Death in the face every day.
He sits upon my shoulder
and I can see him in the mirror.
He no longer frightens me though,
I have grown used to his presence.
As he whispers in my ear
I recall a time it would scare me,
however now it illicits comfort.
Nothing can be permanent,
not even life.
Not anger, not sadness,
nor joy, nor fright.
None of that matters
no one cares, in the end.
So now I tend to consider
Death as a friend

Yes things are stressful,
yes i get bored,
but my friend Death reminds me;
everyone's life is a chore

Can you guys tell I'm not in a great mood?

#death #depression #freeverse #personification #reflection #sadness #universal

ALEX mbuni IKINGI Aug 2018

Ego change

We love to change clothes,
we love shoes for running, hicking and strutting on the catwalk.
We love to smell sweet, ****, confident and **** plane mad.
We love costumes to look like angels or monsters.
We are a slave to change,
we complain when wear same for so long.
We seek out illicits, to get the variety.

Anothers mind and soul, is what we seek. But the self loath.
We give testimonies, of how I was and know how I am.
We change hairstyles, upgrade our accents.
We long to experience others, in yourself.

This mire and bog, has seen great minds simplified.
Seen whelps turn to fierce dogs,
Has seen urchins turn to masters.
Has seen those who bow, being bowed to.

In our quest for difference, we take alters and influencers.
We stimulate and live our imagination,
Till we become trapped and eventually lose ourselves.

Though we flirt, with drugs, alcohol, religion and mantras
let our aliases not take over us.

We seek variety, we get trapped by it, we lose ourselves and cease to exist.

Christopher Miller Oct 2018

The Finery of the Unrefined

A callous self deprecating emotion
springs to life inside me.
The recognition that I can be swept
aside, buried beneath the all
encompassing societal rug
berates me.
A callousness sparks inside me.
A hunger for the flammable,
the all too metaphorical
combustible agents flutter
just outside my incendiary
thoughts, my actions.
So for only a fleeting moment
the intensity of our conglomerate
fire may be perceived, and
paralyze the darkness.

This callousness has caused
imperfections, markings, scrapings,
defacing the beautiful vehicle
I fly upon.
Carried by its wings, its divine
focus there isn't a second to
notice.
Resting only to refuel,
the weight, the burden are too
much for one spirit to
hold.

So where's the love?!
It too is found in this irreplaceable
callousness. A fondled idea writhing,
weeping like an infant, whose
mother can be seen, but not
touched.
Restraint illicits too much
confusion.
Bottled hypothesis' shaken
until the contents are so wound
up they beg for release.
To explode, exposing their teeth.
An earthquake rips through
their vehicle, making new
formations where old ones
have long since eroded.

A callousness festers in me,
for inaction is the norm,
and this weathered vehicle
has been thinking, not doing for
too long.
So with each new word,
a step forward, a destination set,
a redefining of the unrefined.

The Fire Burns Sep 2017

Autumn Thoughts in the Darkness

The full moon cresting the horizon,
red to orange to gold then silver,
a crispness in the air, a bit cooler,
as the breeze illicits a shiver.

Leaves crunch underfoot,
as Pegasus flies across the sky,
each star an exquisite diamond,
shining through the atmosphere.

Suddenly the smell of leaf smoke
touches my nose, leaving me longing,
smores and hot chocolate and a blanket,
snuggled up with my wife.

Memories taste like candy,
as a smile of trick or treaters
like the walking dead,
haunts my thoughts.

A change of winds direction,
cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg,
the neighbor baking,
thanksgiving will soon be here.

I sit back in the porch swing,
clear my mind of thought,
and just enjoy the early darkness,
as summer fades away.

SoupHands Aug 2018

Untitled

Im a breathing duality
One thing tells me something
Something tells me one thing
I think of embarassing things
When I was a kid and didnt know any better
Mitakes stick in my mouth like some kind of copper flavored
Self medication prescribed by the PhD I got
From a university of Be Productive, this is the way to succeed
Each selfish thought and memory illicits a litany of procedures

Duality
Two and also 1
1 but as well as 2
Number Algorithms
Sequences running
At high speeds
But slow enough to keep me in this chair
All these processes come backwards to the origin point
X to Y axis
Linear thinking, Fibonacci
Dual, Duel, Duo, Dichotomy
Two or more pieces provided the edges are sequenced
Come together to form a picture
Lasts for a day
Mutaute
New image, its different now

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