"incessently" poems - Hello Poetry

I will confide in you as the earth does the sun trusting every ray incessently absorbing your warmth into me; I will need you to grow, my sun just as you need me to balance you and my orbit to feed the stars to you and help you grow, my sun. I will look up t’wards the heavens and think not about the raindrops striking my brow nor celestial bodies that keep our universe whole but at you, my sun.

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 10:18 PM UTC

day

my sun

I will confide in you as the earth does the sun trusting every ray incessently absorbing your warmth into me; I will need you to grow, my sun just as you need me to balance you and my orbit to feed the stars to you and help you grow, my sun. I will look up t’wards the heavens and think not about the raindrops striking my brow nor celestial bodies that keep our universe whole but at you, my sun.

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it is a day of sunshine, yet i am chained to a desk. balancing budgets. but oh! how the sun calls. it whispers, sweet, slices of watermelon dreams, in to my ears. it murmurs, bubbling brooks of tantalizingly, **** homemade lemon-limeade. it talks, incessently of mangos, eaten warm and straight from the skin... it beckons me, to sin, to walk barefoot, across forbidden grass... to the sand...to the sea oh! how the springtime sun beckons me.... yet, here i sit, admist budget misery....

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC

betterdays

springtime sunshine(for pradip)

it is a day of sunshine, yet i am chained to a desk. balancing budgets. but oh! how the sun calls. it whispers, sweet, slices of watermelon dreams, in to my ears. it murmurs, bubbling brooks of tantalizingly, **** homemade lemon-limeade. it talks, incessently of mangos, eaten warm and straight from the skin... it beckons me, to sin, to walk barefoot, across forbidden grass... to the sand...to the sea oh! how the springtime sun beckons me.... yet, here i sit, admist budget misery....

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She smelled camphor and wonder, my wet hands caressed the fruits i wished to plunder, mind transcended to clouds and whispers, falling incessently like a pleasant rain drenching us , till we can ask for no more. Her lips were soft waves sent by the sea of tranquil night that nibbled the shores, little by little. Her lips on my lips created a myth, of a land of happiness which before my eyes became real, i found my inner pains have completely vanished, we were consumed by a pleasure, that was full of nocturnal vigour. What would you do when, ***** are on fire? we were in hunger, she said, we would build a slow fire, and make our pulsating veins dance around it, till every hunger is fully satiated. I found this dance so tantalizing, she was in fits of pleasure, surging from the deep centre that kept on erupting. It seemed our bed had swift moving wings, she swung up above me a bird ******* honey from a flower hovering over it, on her wings, her alacratic moves made her look like an acrobat perched on top, the journey was across time and we lost all awareness of place, she moaned her mantras, pleasure seeker's chants, to attain the higher reaches of the peak, faintly visible. We came swimming though the turgid waters,with an urgency rarely known. The hands of raising sun was feeling our bed, i looked up to see what happens the night has stealthily left, early morning light mischevious peep through the window to see us lying in each other's hands Then again, we saw the sun a perfect red ball falling down, to drench us in purple rain we ran after it , amorous spirit still glowing inside, and at that moment we heard melodies within our bodies.

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Mar 16, 2012

Mar 16, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC

k-balachandran

All through the night, eating fruits ripe in our dreams

She smelled camphor and wonder, my wet hands caressed the fruits i wished to plunder, mind transcended to clouds and whispers, falling incessently like a pleasant rain drenching us , till we can ask for no more. Her lips were soft waves sent by the sea of tranquil night that nibbled the shores, little by little. Her lips on my lips created a myth, of a land of happiness which before my eyes became real, i found my inner pains have completely vanished, we were consumed by a pleasure, that was full of nocturnal vigour. What would you do when, ***** are on fire? we were in hunger, she said, we would build a slow fire, and make our pulsating veins dance around it, till every hunger is fully satiated. I found this dance so tantalizing, she was in fits of pleasure, surging from the deep centre that kept on erupting. It seemed our bed had swift moving wings, she swung up above me a bird ******* honey from a flower hovering over it, on her wings, her alacratic moves made her look like an acrobat perched on top, the journey was across time and we lost all awareness of place, she moaned her mantras, pleasure seeker's chants, to attain the higher reaches of the peak, faintly visible. We came swimming though the turgid waters,with an urgency rarely known. The hands of raising sun was feeling our bed, i looked up to see what happens the night has stealthily left, early morning light mischevious peep through the window to see us lying in each other's hands Then again, we saw the sun a perfect red ball falling down, to drench us in purple rain we ran after it , amorous spirit still glowing inside, and at that moment we heard melodies within our bodies.

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That silly smile you give With your deep red wine lips The bubblegum chatter you oblige my days with They craft out symphonies of mayhem incessently The jet black ocean dreamers eyes That blush out the moon in its prime And once eyes meet A smile trudges along and greet Beneath the smooth black sheet of hair Eyebrows sharpened and with a smiley wink Th raging velvet satin black hair That flow like ink out of hebe's imagination The slender fingers you swing Look like an aussie serpentine The incessent wandering eyes That twist and take you for a ride The cheeks that radiate with hues of pink Its like cherries perched on a rosy sheet Your face is like a razor blade Melts away the expression it drains Your face reanimates and moves like the moon As the sun goes goes only to reappear You are eternally here You sparkle along and shine like a precious gem Your changing mood Your face expresses like the phases of moon It Keeps a little beuty And sometimes a shimmer of mischief Someday somewhere maybe you will see a snowflake And someone somewhere might drown in those eyes Everywhere you go.. You leave a little piece of yourself behind You envy of davinci, the muse of humbert Like a dagger with a crystal glaze You will give cinderella a run for her fame

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC

Cyberdeception

Hot sauce

That silly smile you give With your deep red wine lips The bubblegum chatter you oblige my days with They craft out symphonies of mayhem incessently The jet black ocean dreamers eyes That blush out the moon in its prime And once eyes meet A smile trudges along and greet Beneath the smooth black sheet of hair Eyebrows sharpened and with a smiley wink Th raging velvet satin black hair That flow like ink out of hebe's imagination The slender fingers you swing Look like an aussie serpentine The incessent wandering eyes That twist and take you for a ride The cheeks that radiate with hues of pink Its like cherries perched on a rosy sheet Your face is like a razor blade Melts away the expression it drains Your face reanimates and moves like the moon As the sun goes goes only to reappear You are eternally here You sparkle along and shine like a precious gem Your changing mood Your face expresses like the phases of moon It Keeps a little beuty And sometimes a shimmer of mischief Someday somewhere maybe you will see a snowflake And someone somewhere might drown in those eyes Everywhere you go.. You leave a little piece of yourself behind You envy of davinci, the muse of humbert Like a dagger with a crystal glaze You will give cinderella a run for her fame

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today i would write, of the mundane... the weak tepid tea place before me. today i would write, of the unmatched... the pile of sock, singular, but legion, that grows, but never lessens. today i would write, of the humdrum... the bills that tap, tap, tap, incessently, at my brain's back door. today i would write, of the wearisome... the washing, ironing and other weekly chores. today i would write, of burdens... but at present, i have little, to none. today i would wait, (im)patiently... for the morrow to come. for then, i would pen... happy joyous tomes. but today i write, of the mundane.... for it seems, some one, needs must, give them fair airing... for the world, is not all, loving, lust and

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC

betterdays

of the little things(a smallish poem for nat lipstadt)

today i would write, of the mundane... the weak tepid tea place before me. today i would write, of the unmatched... the pile of sock, singular, but legion, that grows, but never lessens. today i would write, of the humdrum... the bills that tap, tap, tap, incessently, at my brain's back door. today i would write, of the wearisome... the washing, ironing and other weekly chores. today i would write, of burdens... but at present, i have little, to none. today i would wait, (im)patiently... for the morrow to come. for then, i would pen... happy joyous tomes. but today i write, of the mundane.... for it seems, some one, needs must, give them fair airing... for the world, is not all, loving, lust and

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Devour My Memories, I Utter My Thanks The faintest heartbeat, beating incessently within the womb of the accursed A plague, a toxin, a parasite adorned in rozen love... How despair will foster you as its own soon. Despair that dusts blue skies to crimson. Painting the earth with the despair you, so courteously, gifted... A life she was meant to live, and a life she was almost denied. Who was it that almost cried when she died? Not the mother, nor the father. Not the god that wouldn't bother... But the one whom those pointed and screamed “Monster”. Adorn thee with strength, needed to breathe Adorn thee with love, needed to grieve As an infant, our adoring spirits you teethed... Our child, concieved with love... Father adorned your body in gallant, red petals... Sprouting purple fruit, that blossomed upon your beautiful body. Mother, saw nothing, for the sugar in her eyes... Nullified her to the girl that slowly died. Your brother we had, whom we ensured held your hand... Overcome with corruption, he mangled those porcelain bones, It needed to be planned. to dust they turned, hollowing them from the inside until the walking world grew barren, and your canvas lost its color. They covered their eyes to the “us” that they saw... And you, who wanted to live, wished to know why their spirits died. You asked of us, begged as a young soul, to not be blind So HE painted your canvas with color. Distorted blacks, containing every hue that even a treasure of a species only saw... You saw, for one simple reason, We loved you. We showed you that the conceptual distortion you felt... That solidified pain... It, too could become a comfort. And I became your comfort, the only comfort that you need.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC

despair-1

Memories

Devour My Memories, I Utter My Thanks The faintest heartbeat, beating incessently within the womb of the accursed A plague, a toxin, a parasite adorned in rozen love... How despair will foster you as its own soon. Despair that dusts blue skies to crimson. Painting the earth with the despair you, so courteously, gifted... A life she was meant to live, and a life she was almost denied. Who was it that almost cried when she died? Not the mother, nor the father. Not the god that wouldn't bother... But the one whom those pointed and screamed “Monster”. Adorn thee with strength, needed to breathe Adorn thee with love, needed to grieve As an infant, our adoring spirits you teethed... Our child, concieved with love... Father adorned your body in gallant, red petals... Sprouting purple fruit, that blossomed upon your beautiful body. Mother, saw nothing, for the sugar in her eyes... Nullified her to the girl that slowly died. Your brother we had, whom we ensured held your hand... Overcome with corruption, he mangled those porcelain bones, It needed to be planned. to dust they turned, hollowing them from the inside until the walking world grew barren, and your canvas lost its color. They covered their eyes to the “us” that they saw... And you, who wanted to live, wished to know why their spirits died. You asked of us, begged as a young soul, to not be blind So HE painted your canvas with color. Distorted blacks, containing every hue that even a treasure of a species only saw... You saw, for one simple reason, We loved you. We showed you that the conceptual distortion you felt... That solidified pain... It, too could become a comfort. And I became your comfort, the only comfort that you need.

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