"impregnates" poems
I will tell you a story
In all its glory
Explaining the
****** *****
Creating much more than
The eye can see
Its a story about a vibrant flower
So beautiful it needs to be to attract the buzzing honey bees
The story goes some thing like this
So you can see the flowers multiply through the years
Make two
Four and many more
The bee
flys along and sees so many Beautiful flowers
Longing to devour
But which one
So many colours
Shapes
Sizes
Flowers cascading
Parading
So shameless
Stands still
Wow
Striking
Its a big bright pink one
Circular in shape
Bold
Beautiful
Its the one
Open, with so many soft small petals
Glistening with the rain drops
Shining in the sun
Sparkling with beauty from within
Makes the bee meander to thee
The bee needs to reproduce
Suduced
Stops and fills
Spreads the seeds
Allowed to please
Pollunates
Impregnates
Recreates
What you dont see is the story
Combined with the
True glory
Of the extra ordinary *****
The beauty
Of the buzzing bee
Combined
With the gold assigned
Inside
So free
Flying
Trying
Frantically to find the
The hive
Taking nectar
Making honey, wax, all kind of f
Fascinating lines
Made from hexagon
They divide into the lines
They are full with precious delights
The story continues
The more you learn
The more you yearn
To see a honey bee
Together the bee and the ****** *****
make harmony
The vibrant flower allowed to duplicate
More beauty for all to see
For all to feel
The special honey bee procreate and makes
Wax
creating ambiance
Such a clever bee
A savont; such a worker
Magical tyrant
Buzzing madly yearning to create
the sweetest honey
A honey bee can make
Its like you to me
You're the combination
Make migrations in me
Spreading beauty from within
To others to proceed
And begin
I feel it with you;
Vibrant flower
Honey bee
Coming together
Creating so much sweet honey in me
It's a wonderful story to me
You see
The story of the flower and the honey bee
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
A Man who believes
In word of affirmation,
To love and cherish a woman
Entice with his natural charms
To court a real woman,never
Mistreat her with his immature
Mistakes
A Real Man,A nor womanizer
Who impregnates bunch of girls
To use his babies,as a trophy
For the glory as of a stolen
Diamond to his gang.
A Lad who spread legs
Of a Lady for dump victory
To find gold.
But,He who takes responsibilities
When they occurs and never denies,is a man.
Who share a burden of his brokenheart
Angel and embrace,
Is whom who wakes up early,
Say a prayer and hustle to care
For his family,and never backs down.
Vanquish life with vasted hopes.
A Man who knows Man's presence
To a Woman's heart...
...He is The True Essence Of A Real Man
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
The Universe is our Kamasutra
constellations, red tailed comets
brilliant devas, divine horsemen
prance through the galactic playground
everywhere and in everything
our eyes behold a starry courtship
Romance impregnates the very air
we breathe
billowy breezes caress our bodies
and the sun does not hesitate
to shower us with burning kisses
mysterious lady of the coven night
cools the passions of the day
with dreamy moonlight and
soft melody
Innocent, pristine
we experience, explore and
enjoy the sacred foreplay
blooming in the garden
of our chakras
So vastly turned on
feeling high
expansive
all inclusive
How can we contain the
bliss that courses
through every particle
and atom towards its
ultimate collective
consummation
Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati
locked forever in the throes of Love
“Spirit and Nature dancing together”
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Social Climbing
How many asks what is the way forward?
The lack of thought impregnates our air.
By thoughts and acts we pursue social achievements,
Exhibiting selfishness, chaos and insecurity.
We promote ourselves through groups and individuals,
Paving the way to social fame and glory.
All while our country rivers crest with blood,
Peaked by the sacrifices of those socially conscious.
Their protests to gain our freedoms unrecognized,
By those of us tied up in the hunt for fame.
Is it this the dream, we strive to gain?
Shamed am I that we have not addressed their demise.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Grapefruit tree blooms lush
Its proud fragrance dominates
Stirs senses...in white...
Redolence wakens.....
Mind and nostrils, side by side
Inspire and create...
'neath Sunday's twilight
Branches mate....shadows connect,
Entwine....entangle.....
Curved silhouettes form
An arabesque....of shapes
And my own dance steps...
Night impregnates mind,
Scents, trees, starry nights..are turned
To runes..........some, with tunes.
................................
(A cluster of haikus)
Sally
Copyright April 2, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
Should be dead by now,
These thoughts
Shamed by the harsh light of the day.
But even the night is no haven,
For as I hide
There in the necropolis
of my broken dreams,
Your specter beckons
And impregnates me-
verse of gloom given birth,
ghostly beat resurrected.
This bed should be the grave.
But even sleep you own-
Your name engraved
On the epitaph.
Reverie you claim-
Your story is the dismal chanting
on every corner.
And rising in the morning
Is like of a starved vampire.
No satiety is found,
For everyone walks now
Under the daylight
With cold hearts,
Including you.
Naughty imps on their eyes,
Cruel devils on their heads,
Cunning wizards on their lips.
Their violence I feel,
Harboring on silence.
World is a big necropolis,
In the guise of a glinting metropolis.
I wish to mourn,
Shed more tears,
But redemption never comes
To this warm heart
Molded it self to be filled by you.
For the way to the fire
It sought but never had,
Is bound down, down and down.
Devouring it like a quicksand
But never grants death nor life.
If time comes
That it turn to snowy pulse
Like those of the dead of the day,
Will your tears and the roses
Finally be offered mine?
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC
Majorca, a playground for the young
a sequinned island, sparkling with gold
sandy beaches, limestone mountains
and sheltered coves
a mediterranean island
rich with citrus plantations
and culture centuries old.
Where tradition seeps into cavities
and impregnates the uninitiated
leaving you saturated
with enthusiasm
and passion.
A spirited place,
a tranquil sanctuary
where you want
your ashes to face
the wind and stay
forever within
it's shores.
Majorca
a wonderful
place with
memories
drenched
into my
pores.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
I sit in the dark lane,
a lane of thoughts,
that is called.
Peeping with noise,
i tell them to stay....
stay because i want to unfold myself.
The Self?
Errr..
What is my self?
That self which spills with confused thoughts?
Blinkered,
Blinded.
Or
The silent one,
which smiles deep inside?
I begin to walk,
an awakened walk...
in harmony with both the selves.
want to walk till the shores of...
the supreme,
that supreme which is the infinite,
and that infinite is in little me!
He is the unreachable,
still i sometimes manage to reach.
But soon he evades,
impregnates me with those two.
And i sit again .
all exasperated in my lane,
a lane of thoughts that is called...
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
Cornish spring drips and
all growth becomes riddled with
desire for warmth,
ridden with need for having more.
Freshly risen, green
gets liquid-addiction, an invisible
draw makes sward
swoon for regular fixes of water.
Crafty Spring knows
plants crave doses so being fickle
he drops trickles used
to tease shoots upwards for fuel.
Whoresome he opens
cores formerly hidden, then the
illicit physician lopes
in and flippantly erases hopes.
Bold, he impregnates
the deep sleep of inactive nature,
forcing in secret wet
potions to unclothe closed petals.
Then he may withhold
his advances and allow winter's
return to bring nights
of freeze to show is own might.
Old Spring hangs around
to tickle ground's fancy yet Sol's
hard passion he fears
for at start of heat he disappears.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Time is a trickster;
the ticking clock: its vicious heart.
It impregnates.
It destroys.
It heals.
It unravels.
It dons the skin of an imposter
in the coldest stretch of night:
a magician weaving fantasies
that sear.
Neutralize.
Inspire.
Though I wonder--
I worry--
are the days too long?
Are the nights too dim
and fleeting?
Do I dance through each
crescendo
in a lurid,
patchwork nightmare?
Or are my dreams so full of pain,
that soon,
I'll shatter beneath them
and finally wake up?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
Your deceitful lies,
caresses my mind
and
impregnates my heart,
I'm now left
with
the aftermath of ******* emotions...
-Ethiiochick
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
How each verse
Rings through the mind
Impregnates the thought
And runs through lines?
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
The stars twinkle in the beautiful sky tonight
Four stand out
To my eyes
Show me beautiful sights
The first star is
The brightest in the sky
In the deep and dark night
Looks perfectly shaped
Perfect
Makes me feel that inside
Some time we miss
When the sky does not align with my eye
This second is
The most gorgeous star in the sky
Looks can fly
And they do through my eyes
Once my eyes go inside
The lack of depth
It appears
Dark at the heart
Deceives does this beautiful shooting star
This star
Number three
Illuminates me
It does not always appear
Flickers with light
In the blackened sky
When it does shine
Its so bright
It hurts my insides
I bask in the light
Makes me ache
I miss this star some times
The last star is unusually small in size
Sparkles from afar
Lights up my eye
Slowly building trust
Knowing its always there
What I need to find is my sunshine
The sun that shines consistently through the sky
Finds its way through the darkest clouds
Creating spotlight where ever she shines
Enhancing colours
Takes my breath away
Impregnates Feelings
Displaying different experiences
Helps me to create
Broadens my insides
Helps me fight
To see the light
And beauty in all that surrounds
How sweet she sounds
I will wait until your found
My beautiful sunshine
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
That One magnificence that
sings and blows His flute
amongst us
with shooting stars in His hair
and golden eyes like suns
His breath flows through
green reeds on the river banks
and baby birds chirping exuberantly
in their thatched nests
it fills our lungs with song
and impregnates our hearts
with love indistinguishable
when we kiss His shimmering feet
We caress the starry lips of the Universe
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
TWAK!
Twak!
A knife embeds itself
in the space just
by her left ear
as if the wood
gulped it...sucked it
in
its glint
vibrating still.
In her head
she plans
dinner.
She stares
at her husband
remembers how
he had come
to court her
...twak!
Another knife
flashes spitefully
narrowly missing
her other ear
a little
bubble of blood
like a stud
earring blossoming
on a wobbly
earlobe.
'Ouch! '
she whispers
to herself
guilty
at such an over
reaction
oh how he had
excited her
her head
in a spin
saying he
was in
show business
her world
revolves
about him
the next knife
impregnates itself
in the space
between her
legs
like a tuning fork
it hums
her excitement
builds
a splinter of
wood
nestles in her
left inner thigh.
'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
The shimmy of her
spangles
as the lights catch
her
a little
gasp
she faces him
boldly
afraid &
un-afraid
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
she still so
proud of her
husband's skill
to tantalise her
his unerring
accuracy
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)
as well
as wife.
Twak!
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC