"impossibles" poems
Heard a beeping sound
Followed by A very old Frank Sinatra’s song
My classmates’ heads turned
Who’s phone? who’s phone?
Less chaotic when the teacher glared
Everybody put their heads down
And checked their sophisticated mobile phones
Once again...
When the teacher wasn’t looking..
Mobile phones roamed in a dull classroom
Updating facebook status,
Uploading candid photos of a snoring friend
Copy pasting assignment
Text messaging and gossiping about their stern looking teacher
In the name of advanced technology
Mobile smartphones create the impossibles...
Beyond the blackboard and the four walls of the classroom
O o Frank Sinatra’s song again...
And everybody started looking...
The teacher grabbed her mobile phone
Tried to switch it off....
When students could own smartphones..
Who needs NOKIA from the old time zone....?
~ Sharina~
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
Jade --
Stone of the side,
The antagonized
Side of green Adam, I
Smile, cross-legged,
Enigmatical,
Shifting my clarities.
So valuable!
How the sun polishes this shoulder!
And should
The moon, my
Indefatigable cousin
Rise, with her cancerous pallors,
Dragging trees --
Little bushy polyps,
Little nets,
My visibilities hide.
I gleam like a mirror.
At this facet the bridegroom arrives
Lord of the mirrors!
It is himself he guides
In among these silk
Screens, these rustling appurtenances.
I breathe, and the mouth
Veil stirs its curtain
My eye
Veil is
A concatenation of rainbows.
I am his.
Even in his
Absence, I
Revolve in my
Sheath of impossibles,
Priceless and quiet
Among these parrakeets, macaws!
O chatterers
Attendants of the eyelash!
I shall unloose
One feather, like the peacock.
Attendants of the lip!
I shall unloose
One note
Shattering
The chandelier
Of air that all day flies
Its crystals
A million ignorants.
Attendants!
Attendants!
And at his next step
I shall unloose
I shall unloose --
From the small jeweled
Doll he guards like a heart --
The lioness,
The shriek in the bath,
The cloak of holes.
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Over coffee I saw the world
Over coffee I saw troubles
Over coffee I saw secrets unfurled
Over coffee I saw the impossibles
Over coffee the day broke
Over coffee the day did pass
Over coffee the day moved the slowpoke
Over coffee the day was forecast
Over coffee one can think
Over coffee one can work
Over coffee one can drink
Over coffee one can make artwork
Over coffee I made love
Over coffee I made a kiss
Over coffee I made a paper dove
Over coffee I made this
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
~
I.
*Killing Mary Poppins
with a spoonful of sugar,
the sugar from the medicine
on the other side of town,
the town called Silent Hedges
And A Bit Of Fluff.*
II.
*Only a display model,
her name is Marmalade;
skin white like the moon,
she wears her ****** stranger dress;
one of her sisters is dying,
the other never lived;
God is a far off concept,
the fuchsia colored ball on
an overhead power grid
points her way to salvation.*
III.
*Morning became something else:
bright decline,
cold things start to burn,
tragic saxophone
among the beckoning,
everything's a symptom:
tax exiles, imperialists,
girls talking nitrous
--mouths full of soil,
Virginia Reel around the fountain
(do-si-do),
ready to buy up impossibles
as the dominoes fall.*
IV.
*Memory is a chemical
to the girl who cried champagne,
like ceiling stars
during the prodigal summer,
she played the game
on all fours,
and found a drawer
full of quarantine polaroids,
some with blood in her mouth,
others, of rain on her birthday.*
~
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC
Love makes me cry
a thousand times or more
But true love
does crazy things
like loving someone
for a thousand years or more
even though ...
one could only live
up to 50........
Love makes me cry
Living in ruins
Eternity in dreams
Making impossibles possible
How could it be?
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Evangelical butterflies
purchase time to fly
their minds curve ball at the human race
for petty ideals lame of path,
save disaster
Drugs mellow and hype the sky; old burnout dun aged
and with feverous tremors flickers its scopic windpipe and dares
its arteries to burst
Some of us
Don't turn back to look the other way
Past's gravity propels off beat feet
bold,
rooted in the grit of grief and mich-matched silks
spewing dislodged disco *****
All at once
manic with aphrodisiacal aspirations you now know
another chance to take along the way
Pic-pockited, you gain no tangible trophy
But a gambled heart wins the lottery...
and a side of salted pain
Admiral protagonists seize the remote and chase
the impossibles to the frayed frames of the earth
Worth your while
are the delinquencies,
on the rocks arguments,
and perhaps a billion setting suns to share with your son's
untainted pool of innocence
Now
To what end
Would you call a failure?
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
And who can describe the drive
that leads teachers to teach and
dreamers to reach for their
impossibles
I'm reaching, don't
stop teaching me the impossible
never taken for granted (you've got a
heart so big)
my weakness is not that which might
seem to take eleven years or longer, I
revere you and in reverence might
falter a time or two with the noblest
of intentions
and always the pictures I've shared through
words like hugs guiding me, granting
purpose and definition to each struggle
and success, leading alongside cliffs
watched out for to the end that is the
present and the start that is a future
God help me, I cannot imagine
the newness without you, let this
bumbling wordfall, this clatter of
heart assure, soothe
for I am real as the
bones of the oak, as the
glow of a fire on
timeless sand
and just as solid and
just as warm, let me
show you
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
The wise words taken for granted
The writing on the walls of the establishment.
Just when we want to burn it all down
Just when we realize how small we are
The sky opens up
My third eye's opening
Channeling the guardian angel
In the little black dress
A silver sliver
among the dazzling dynamo of night
waning away illumination
before the dark moon of my mind
I hear her voice resonating whispers
On the astral plane of miscarried ghosts
I'm humming along
*Summoning
some
summer
sweetness*
To help build me out of the cavities
Behind the teeth
I'm faking a smile in front of
Trying to climb without the rope
Out of the prison pit of existence
To salvage the creations
I snuffed out
Before the light became them
Abortions of ideas
Survived by hope and curiosity
Where will this take me now?
I feel a hand grab mine
Her wisdom crawls up my spine
Setting my mind on fire
I am the new illumination
Reality in focus
Turning my impossibles
Into I'mpossibilities
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
silence the everlasting
fire, and the thirst of
your skin, well satisfed.
never doubtfull, your eyes
shine of placer, desire, and
complete satisfaction.
humdty in my pelvis, the
silky and sour shine, in the
lap of this gratefull and loved
lion.
and for a minute,
just in that moment, im
complete, serene, loved, wanted,
a full beast, serened and thankfull
the sorrow, the pain, and fouling acts,
and the brutal theft, are just bumps,
overcomed, erased with the humidity
of your ***
doubtfull is the one, that
has not loved, her lie is a heavy
cross, dark, fatal, deadly, her soul
will never love beneath the divine
phalus.
in return, your eyes, truth,
love and venture, loving an
impossible, but loving even so,
stertores of your loved and
kissed ******
penetrated, softly and ferouciously,
are the echo of the fire, crashing the
sea, making life, steam, watering the
earth, generating the trofhic cicle,
of life, fire and water, steam of life,
passion between two beasts,
beautiful and loved.
your honney and your
desire, WILD, intense,
evergreene, are vitals,
for a beast of montecristo,
that just drags, harm and pain,
of betrayal, every cut, every scratch,
every stabing, made of me, the strong man
that y am.
unbreakcable, and living, loving impossibles
destroying the lies, ending the weakness
of layars, full of hate, and envy,
for losing that, holding our
lives.
after that, and for their weakness
montecristo is the winner, a beast
with a heart, learning to love, the possible
and the impossible, to dissapear in the other,
rapped in her ligth, and her beauty,
the evil and weak of the mondego girls,
only speed up, their catastrophy,
y stand alone before their mistakes, and their
lies and anathems, turn against them,
truth clean the waters, and the fire make the
steam, that generates life, makng a full cicle.
so, threw desire, and mutual passion,
impossible happens, in the name of life,
and love, the desire quimera, could never erase
the time we touch, dispise the difference
full and wild.
generating steam, making life,
roaring, ******* groaning, and
in my mind and in yours, the same
desire, the overwelming truth, our truth,
and the incompresible lie, vain, the
echoes of the false, and ther infectious lies,
corrupting wath was always life.
the false notion of love, and their
acomplisses, with her conning, and the
not aceptacion, vain or insane,
dark, crazy and
incomplte.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
I NEED MIRACLES
TO DILUTE MY STRUGGLES
WITH AN OVERWHELMING LIST OF IMPOSSIBLES
WAITING TO BE ENUMERATED AS PROBABLES
LEARNING TO BE PHYSICALLY STRONGER
PRACTICING TO BE MENTALLY TOUGHER
NOW HUSTLING IS MY ONLY INCANTATION
AS SUCCESS IS MY ADDICTION
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC
Forever.
That’s how long I will love you.
365 times 365 times 365,
the years fly with you.
Longing for the thoughts I have when I lie with you.
Thoughts of all the possibilities while the impossibles
are turned upside-down just from the way you look at me.
Stare into my eyes as I invade your soul.
Bodies become singular while on the quest for more.
more passion, more pleasure, more laughs, more of what’s next.
I promise to be worth all the time you invest.
Worth the past, worth the stress, worth all of the problems not addressed.
Such a beautiful promise,
absolute perfection to say, then I woke up
and realized our forever ended yesterday.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
written November 27th, 2016
"Minds wandering across laterals
Collaterals
Intangible thoughts of processes
I am overwhelmed
I can't think of these impossibles, imaginable
And I gotta say
I feel pretty ******
Creativity crosses my mind as minds shout their processes
Time is running out
We must act smart
We must act fast"
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
One day our stars will collide
Hearts will combine
Souls will soon intertwine
I'll be the reason why you no longer hold back
and you'll be to mine
You'll have me as your match,
will give you eyes that shine
I'd be the moon,
illuminates you every single night
You'd be the home,
considers to have in every sight
I'd be the only voice you want to hear
the only soul you don't want to share
You'll be the why behind these happy eyes
I'll be the answer why you no longer hear the word goodbye
Our hearts will soon meet
Destiny will give us time to greet
Your passion will hug mine
the way our heart beats in rhyme
Someday these two different worlds
will soon be one
So please be patient if both souls have not yet
been seen together around
Like how fate tells us to believe in impossibles
do allow yourself for I'll allow mine, too
but as for now, let's continue giving every piece of our hearts
and let time crossed each of our paths
-kem ann
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Looks silly but
it's like the posts and videos
we like on social media.
we think once we pass through it,
it goes away
but only few are aware of the fact
that all the liked stuff are stored in a place.
we were just the same.
though we like and left,
we always had
a tender memories of each other.
where if we wanted,
we can always go back
just start from the "end"
and go through each other's
changes eventually too.
it almost feel impossible to the world
and they say their words.
But again nobody but us know
how they are nothing more than just words.
because only we know
how many impossibles we broke.
we are always
one step away from each other,
looking for anyone's world
to collapse
so that it makes us
completely enter into another.
But at this point of time
I'm afraid that
we will get needy
and destroy it ourselves
to make an excuse
just to say
"I'm enchanted to be with you."
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
I don’t know most things
Having been infected by a virus called ignorance
From the very moment I came into existence
Wreaking havoc on my direct surroundings
Borrowing the names of family, friends, acquaintances
Fellow contenders for defeating the exact same disease
Too often transitory symptoms manifest themselves
Reminding me I’m not cured, and probably never will be
Despite these books accumulating on those familiar shelves
Obvious solution to our shared tragedy
Namely, being aware of our known unknowns
And unbothered by the gaping hole formed by our unknown unknowns
Sparing our master contraption practicing under the alias “black box”
From debilitating pains, the need for detox
Depicting a situation that appears as gloomy
I realize there are still reasons to be happy
One is that my evident individual ignorance
Actually, vanishes into our collective knowledge
That modestly admitting my shortcomings acts as penance
Granting me what could be considered as a privilege
As I, as we, may and should always learn
Allowing our innate curiosity to indefinitely churn
Helping us endlessly push the bounds of technology
Making ancient dreams a reality
Past miracles a present triviality
Former impossibles a current maybe.
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 2:09 AM UTC
i didn't know the true definition of writing
or that i happened to be good at it
until about 693 days ago
when my teacher asked us
to write an essay
on what we knew about best
and the only words that i could create
from my trembling fingertips
was words of torment
and aching endeavors
i didn't know that i liked poetry
until about 462 days ago
when i found an old book
lying in the corner of my friend's room
and picked it up and started reading it
*Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be*
i didn't know that poetry was my outlet
until about 498 days ago
when you slipped in between
the spaces of my fingers like water
and no longer looked at me
like you craved my presence
and ached for my lips
i didn't know that i was in love with poetry
until it held me in its hands
and grieved along side me
when no one else would
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Who would have thought,
of impossible things?
have there not been the possible things?
and those who are impossible
well they're obviously possible
so why do we say it's impossible?
we are told breathing water is impossible,
but fish show it's possible
And people say others are impossible
well tell their parents that
because I'mpossible
so in this world of the possible impossible
we must decide if we are possible
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Helplessly prostrated
A head hung in defeat
Heart filled with unspoken requests
Like taboos too scared to be let out into the open
Lest one expects too much
Wishes and desires
Dreams and miracles
All the impossibles
And more than I could deserve
Oh Lord
This life longs to go home
Slowly and painfully weaved destiny
With ditches that were filled in
Bit by bit
Your remembrance like a soft breeze
Caressing soothing
Floating distressed dishevelled
Disappointments away
And really now I see
I believe
In reasons and purpose
And the best You wanted for me
I feel the mercy of thick skin
No more sensitive cry myself to sleep
No shocks or hidden surprises
I've been at my lowest
Now nothing fazes me
Patiently slowly
I feel a drizzle
The rain of light
And I feel myself float towards You
Drown me in Your mercy
Set aflame the desire to seek Your approval
Your Love is an empty kind of full
Everything slips through these fingers like soft silky grains of sand
But I know the desert is mine
And this world offers a life of craving to feel full
But empty is all we really get
I am a free slave of my own submission
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Let me take you to a place no one has ever gone before.
A place where I escape in my own fantasies...
Let's take this ride and drift off to where the imaginary impossibles become a reality of possibilities...
Tell me your fantasies...
-Shemika C.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Sometimes
When I think of the impossibles only
Options of Possibilities are there
Only waiting for me to see
Only wanting me to gather my strength
and courage...
Only seeking me to think deeper.. wiser...
to make the impossibles possibles...
The question is...
Do I dare to take the risk? going the extra mild?
These questions keep bugging my head
repeatedly...
Found out!
My biggest obstacle is myself...
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
Listen to the mustn'ts child
Listen to the don'ts
Listen to the shouldn'ts
the impossibles,the won'ts
Listen to the never haves
Then listen close to me
Anything can happen child
Anything can be
-shel silverstein
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
why disappoint me?
I don't know why
dear Dreams,
in day or night
you're hopeless, impossible,
at times insane too,
don't play cruel jokes
do you?
I wonder though
if that is because,
possibles are impossibles
in my real life,
so you adjusted
in coming with dreams
of impossible things?
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC