"ingraved" poems
bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead.
wrist draped with bangles. African soul.
style so Afrocentric
afro so black panther
fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.;
tupac's lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain.
music gives her life.
voice of an angel yet she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed. stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day.
she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy.
she is my big sister. O.Rob.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
Maybe
If I tore open my chest
And let my soul come bleeding out
To seep into the cuts
Ingraved deeply on your hands
I would soak in so deep
You would have no choice but to
Taste me
In every breath you took
See me
In the darkness behind your eyelids
Feel me
In every spine-tingling chill
That made you feel so much more alive
And maybe
Just maybe then
You could finally feel
What is like
To be connected to someone in such a way
That you think they live beneath your skin
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Powerless yet so powerful. My potential is left untapped. Greatness unwrapped.
Placing a mask to fit in. " but how long will it last"
But the best part of all if this is your ignorance to all of this.
Your lack of care has made you inner being question its importance. I shouldn't care.
Yet I care
So much that every word you utter is tattooed onto my memory and re-ingraved every time I think of you.
You. Sir ma'am boy sister. Recognize your power
Stay woke when when you vibrate. Recognize your energy because that stuff is contagious.
Don't cloud my aura with your pleague of self hate.
Love yourself.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Stripping the sheets that took away a soul
Life goes on we just replace it with a new one
Monthly by monthly days go by
Its not always sunshine and rainbows oh my
The fragile soul that was left here to rest
Will forever be ingraved here in my head.
Goodbye forever and may you rest in peace
I will remeber you all piece by piece
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily
I can hear you in my head
As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning
I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily
I see you in my thoughts
Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria
I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily
I can't shake you from my bones
You are now ingraved in me
I can feel you within me
Feeding off my sadness
Within my veins
******* me dry
Leaving me with nothing to flow
I can't feel...
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.
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I am numb
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Honesty is the best policy!.... or is it privacy
heres both;
My hearts are scattered in 5 different directions and they all feel like home
is that alright?
Not all things need a label, we're not all products up for display and purchase
Is that alright?
Sometimes, gloves fit but there's 6 more pairs you need to try on,
You never have to wait you can go, but kiss me goodbye and promise You'll write.
Theres no such thing as an ending if names are ingraved in mouth pockets
And are never too far from the corners of lips
And you can call to tell me about the time you cried and drunk too much at a party because there was a stranger you could imagine me falling in love with,
I meant to say I love you but the words found themselves tangled in a tornado in my stomach,
Honesty is the best policy.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
It happened in the past
II thank God we made it
Every minute was great until we gave in
Thank God ii met you
Leaving was like power be drained
Left pullid
Your name ingraved in my heart
Becoming a fossil
As my eyes turn tears to crystal
They shine so bright like diamonds
But don't worry
What happened is a mystery
Thank God ii met you
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Voices fade
Blade of grass
deserted Answers
Right truth
She tipped her hat to me oh
I spoke Hello Mrs. Misery
Firey glance back at me her lips
opened Excuse me? It is Ms. Destiny.
Left it at that equations in my mind
had some persuasion. Turned to wave
and my friend she had wed now Mrs. Mystery
I focused a little strain in my sight.
She was already dead lowered ingraved
on her stone was the number from
her phone next to that it said
“Call me if you have any answers
you would like to leave. If I don’t
pick up well I am probably deceased.”
Oh God save the diseased.
Cold and weary.
Mr. Mystery was
always kind of
Eerie.
I walked past her stone on my
way home, slowed my glide bent downn
and picked a blade of grass.
Listening closely to the wind like
it was my only friend. Just
another choice made I heard a
soul cry. Voices fade…
bownz
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
This life of mine..
This mind of mine..
This body of mine..
Seriously..
I'm twisted, I have to be..
A freak
how can one forget to eat?
to stressed for breakfast
can only be relaxed
when an automatic
rests against my head..
I only sleep when I'm close to death
Push my face deeper in the pillow of my bed
to the point I pass out, when the muscles in my body
forcefully relax
and I can finally sleep
enjoy dreams from the time of where I cease to be
seeing diseased poisoness needles injected into me
memories of where my Angel's leaving me
visions of times where it might become permanently
ingraved in me
Scars on my heart
wishing I'd have scars carved in my flesh
Rather have a concious operation
on every part of my body
than feeling this pain everyday
untill my mind will collapse
wake up everyday with regret
that I didn't die yesterday..
but..
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
I'm sorry,
I don't know how, to make amends
I'm far too sensitive, see too much
To have any "friends"
My mistakes,
Ingraved, in stone
I can never be forgiven,
Nor left alone
For these strange sins,
I cannot atone
Like the water,
That so loves the moon
Someone like me,
Can never dance in tune
Wierdo,
Beneath all others
I, am well aware,
But please, when I pass by
Could you kindly not stare
Do me this favor, just look away
As I'm well aware of my mistakes
And I know, I can never fit,
In this life of only "takes"
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
His eyes captured mine on the subway-train.
They felt knowing; telling, yet held a certain pain.
I looked at him, not even knowing his name,
yet his soul seem one in which I was ingraved.
Our eyes danced back and forth, a rhythmic flow,
communicating words no one will ever know.
Swirling hymns life can't equate.
The train was coming and I'd now be late.
My eyes lingered on his, grasping hold a final taste.
He walked over closer to my fate.
Maybe he was getting on the same one as me.
Maybe this was our destiney.
The train came, quickly sobering my fantasy.
I rushed on, not abandoning
the hope that he might too.
We hope don't we, that's all we'll do.
He got on a different train.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
my body has left this earth so
i do not feel left alone
i had a dream of cause i was unrelived
it was about a tidius scene
i felt so cold alone and done
done with this world for all not none
i have no pain inside that pride
i just don't get whats left for all
i needed a savoir
so found a good one
it helpt me see the ligth day
and when i woke up
i was their say
my and your words have
led me to to see light that once
had been ingraved in my head
you lifted me when i was down
so i became what you wanted me to become
in my time of need i did what you said
cause when i asked for god only he replyed
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
pa doesn't act much like a human anymore. when he speaks it's as if he is barking at something that isn't there. like he got buisness to fix. badly. his lips don't creep into a smile like they used to now their cracked as if his aging is wrong--he never smiles with his lips anymore either now he's just mad pa all the time. in his left hand he holds a gun. that gun doesn't belong there i whisper sometimes ma's hip belongs there.
he's gone
i have come to realize i ain't got my cheery pa no more. now i have a grump pa. i have a pa who kills animals like it ain't got nothing to come back to. i got a pa who acts like ain't nobody worth his old smile anymore. not even me
i'm used to it now. i stopped staring at his face while he tears into the beef he cooked, looking for a smile to appear somewhere just for a quick moment. but then i remembered he only smiled for ma, his smile that was ingraved in my mind wasn't for me it was for ma. and ma is six feet under and so is dad's smile he created just for her.
he's gone
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
People die so young now
Leaving their bodies to still walk around
Their hearts choking on dust instead of pumping blood
Their eyes faded of all color except for the grey of the day to day
Selling their souls for the comfortable numb
No pain in their cookie cutter homes
Debt in their banks and death in their marrow
No love, no kindness, all given into the masses of blindness
Painted smiles over rotting teeth
Happiness a ghost and a lie
Nothing more than a comercial on a broken dream
Marching in circles to keep the gears spinning around
War and Hate building machine after machine
Religion blaming the devil while ignoring its own festering heart
Evil wasnt forged by the fires of hell
But invented in the hearts of man
Ingraved on every bullet and bomb and false reason of war
Generals and Kings all part of the lie
Someone has to carry the burden
Of dreaming up new ways
For young people to die
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
The essence of your fragrance
I will forever imbrace it
Inhale it in my soul once more
Memories of clothes stripping to the floor
The way you'd make my toes curl
Always had me moaning for more
Your light face
Green eyes
Will forever be ingraved in my mind
You always had the best of me
Not just physically, but mentally
You were like my therapy
Through fantasy, & reality..
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
Here we are
I'm not sure if we'll get very far
But it's like you said
The initial attraction won't ever be dead
You're ingraved in my being
It's not at all freeing
You're carved in memories I've tried to forget
But maybe it's time to take that step
They're creeping up so I'm letting them out
If this doesn't work they'll be pain without a doubt
But maybe it's time we give it all up
Abandon control
And surrender to the one whose completely whole
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
The echoes, reunites shattered realms
Which was ingraved, many years back
Famous for it's soulful infrastructure
Nothing did the place ever lack
Wind brushes away eons of dirt
Rain cleanses the pillars to shine
Vines flourish with glorious flowers
This fantasy is growing in my mind...
Golden sun, beams its rays over the meadows
Where sleeps many bodies from the past
There in the corner, stands, an ancient shrine
Which once, was worshipped by this cast
On top of a pillar, there is an encryption
Blurred with dust, it's hard to understand
Standing on the bare ground, I feel the sea,
So near, as my feet feels the moist sand
I am on the opposite side of the shrine
Admiring the masterpiece of such kind
Wondering why no trace of humans around
This fantasy is growing in my mind...
©sim
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC