"intenseness" poems
i wish
i could skim your lips
with a kiss
that entices life
to rise in slight resistance
against death's intenseness
when it tries to reunite
the ties that bind our split hips
but never could we ever
endeavor in our pleasures
because together we would sever
the heaven that we live in
& end the friendships we mended
but its worth it
to be cursed with
that verbal disturbance
& hurt when this turns in
to a perfect occurence
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 5:38 PM UTC
Riveting reflections of rapture
resting on my face
intenseness completely captured
in the warmth of your embrace.
Wave upon wave in crescendo
pounding against the shore
invading the very window
barging through soul's open door.
Electrical charge so shocking
sensations so sharp and clear
touching, caressing, interlocking
whenever you are near.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
Moments in life that jab hearts
And make you forget all the bad parts
Short, but potent enough to leave a permanent stain on your memory
Unsexual Intimacy
That tickles both spirits
Forever wishing you could relive it
Your simple presence
The memory and feelings are the only remnants
Inexplicable intenseness
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Perfection incomprehensible stood in a new world and the greatest act was to make you from longing
Loneliness understanding that knew with absolute assurance what ideal perfection he made you in what
Was His own likeness do you comprehend the thought the power of study the intenseness that formed
In the being of God a disturbance the gravity that weighed on his mind and heart to create the essential
Element that would outweigh all else that came before nothing else captured his imagination like you
Did everything else was as steps to this ultimate grand achievement we experience this wonder when
We are given children he was making himself a father nothing was spared he weighed the amassed
Fortune of all existence then He set forth to top it no expense was spared he took the very meaning of
Rapture Released its power blended emotional completeness from the depths of His being He employed
The unlimited resources of His own thoughts to give life that would be exceptional with such care a
Meaningful bright exuberant child was formed whenever you see your reflection you are looking at the
Final result what splendor is divulged extravagance defined limitation showered in the most precious
A bordered perfection it is filled and presses at all sides with more promise once released how do you
Still joy expressed love without reservation is of all things freeing as our own children they make a place
For themselves using all of our best qualities but quickly they surprise us by surpassing us they are all of
Us but even more and in our heavenly Father we are unconditionally given the opportunity for unlimited
Growth he truly is the sky is the limit all we achieve is with him in our vision he draws and pulls us forth
By His power if we would only open our minds and eyes to this how much failure and negative defeat
Would fall away without our true connection we are so easily swayed by the forces that are at odds with
Us here on earth that is their first success when they neutralize our relationship with our perfect parent
And father then the enemy of us all with contrivances that to us are spellbinding and such great loss
Occurs while we try to operate in the darkness that is his ungodly shadow such bright futures will be
Ours if we reconnect biblically what soundness with hope and joy would surge through our souls out
Through our bodies into such a rich life that would surpass any and all New Year resolutions
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
ten wings on five
black birds
sitting together
on the mulberry tree
set flight
all at once
startled
just one set of wings
the ones
on the woodpecker
his *******
stayed
pecking
as
the stealthy yellow
and white striped cat
clawed her way up the bark
closing distance
he just kept at it
some insect
peckpeckpeck
or the wood itself
and the cat her claws
driven into the bark almost
at the same intensity
rose almost to the limb
that held the peckerheaded
intenseness
of the stalked in
his one-sighted business,
as the cat,
on the limb below ,
close close as breath quickened
back arched
hunched
woody flew off.
***** willowed, scented the
limb the ****
crack of the **********
and
licked her paw.
No loss.
There is always
tomorrow.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
Imagine.
the moment where you come face to face
with someone who will control how you feel
from now on.
You just know.
You know that this person will affect you
no matter how heavy your fists
will try to fight back.
Fight the fact that you want to see what it feels like.
That you can try to lie to yourself
and not believe it for a second.
Imagine.
Slowly punching the denial with one hand
trying to reach for a heart with the other
How can a being cause you to fight with yourself
about what is right and wrong
knowing how you truly feel
The feeling started at a slow and ripping rate
it grew and grew with the denial you threw
it had no chance against the rawness of this being's affect on you
You let it grow faster the more you dodged it
the more you ran the more it played Michael Myers
and appeared right behind you
when you thought the coast was clear
Imagine.
imagine no longer dodging
You keep still this time and let it hit you back
with the most powerful hit of intense friction
It creeps into your body
flows through your veins
chills your core
theres no such thing as butterflies
you hold falcons in your stomach
imagine.
accepting the thing that scared you the most
and it turned out
this intenseness only affected you
that this feeling caused you to invest
and the reciprocation was empty handed
that the fists you fought to share this feeling
were completely empty
there was no beating heart that you could grasp
and yours was no longer beating in your chest
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
She was there
in the church
arranging the flowers
at the altar end
where her mother said
she’d be when you knock
at the parsonage door
some moments back
and you entered
through the old oak door
into the silence
and smell of age and flowers
seeing her
in her summer dress
unaware you stood there
her hands touching
flowers in vases
moving them into place
an intenseness
on her face
you moved slowly
down the aisle
not wanting to disturb
or cause alarm
then Jane turned
and smiled and said
I’ve nearly done
and tapped the flowers
in the final place
Where shall we go?
You moved closer
to where she stood
and said
To Heaven
if we’re good
they say
she shook her head
and said
I meant where
about outside?
Wherever you like
you replied
studying her hands
as she wiped them
on her summer dress
how the fingers lay
how some god
brought them
to such beauty
and her eyes
and hair
and her
just standing there
enough
you mused inside
not out
to bring one to a faith
of some creative god
and she said
Why do you stare?
What holds you
rooted there?
Let’s go climb
the Downs and look across
the vast expanse
of fields and trees
and birds in air
just you and me
and this love
just being there
Oh how romantic a mood
holds you today
she said and put her arm
through yours
and moved you on
and down the aisle
between the pews
unaware as youth
too often does
of hours passing
and having time to lose.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
Ingrid became
book monitor in class
and used to get the books
from the cupboard
and hand them round
to each kid in class.
I watched her get them out,
that dedication to duty,
that intenseness of seriousness
I never had,
and she’d place
the books down,
face up,
place them down carefully,
not slam them down
as I would have done,
if being pressed
into service.
And I heard kids murmur
as she walked past,
few would say thank you;
I did, out of some
secret love thing,
and she would pass
and her eyes,
large behind the glasses
she wore,
would glimmer,
then be gone behind
to place books
on other desks.
Miss Ashdown,
would be chalking stuff
on the blackboard
for us to copy down,
and her plumpness
showed all the more
as she moved,
now and then on tiptoe,
like some ballerina elephant
in a tutu.
Ingrid sat down
on the other side
of the classroom,
and I could see her
out of the corner of my eye,
satisfied she had done
her bit,
opening up the book,
and finding the page.
Whilst I looked ahead
at the white chalked
writing on the board,
that slope in
the Y like a tail,
and Miss Ashdown,
facing us
in her flowered dress
moving like a yacht’s sail.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
Moments in life that jab hearts
And make you forget all the bad parts
Short, but potent enough to leave a permanent stain on your memory
Unsexual Intimacy
That tickles both spirits
Forever wishing you could relive it
Your simple presence
The memory and feelings are the only remnants
Inexplicable intenseness
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
For the longest time
I could not find
compassion in
my frenzied mind
for any of my past selves.
Now, as I recall
the gloom
of a sun bare room,
where the
curtain
swept
back and forth
like a broken broom
brushing up
more dust
for all of us
to inhale,
the thin spindles
of spider webs
above my head
whilst I lie in bed
contemplating
how bad
I wished that I was dead,
the late night runs
as If I thought
I could escape from
the pain that
would always come,
the hours of lifting weights
because of my lack of self-love,
of reading for hours straight
to dull and distract myself
from that longing ache
that made me break
when I would wake
in tears,
all those years
passed and I have forgotten
the pain that my isolation brought on.
I was so cruel
and unforgiving,
angry and unrelenting
in my self-loathing
and former forms
of self-flagellation.
Time plus distance
has lessen the intenseness
of those moments,
and I have found more temperance
in my temperament,
allowing myself enough room
to finally forgive him,
the person who I have not been
for over ten
to twenty years.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Kindly and gently touch my lips with yours
Intenseness rises as my heart beats fast as you lean in
Sensation strong sensation arises as you caress my soft body
Surrendering to your gentle touch as I feel you enetering me once more with your sweet love
Your kiss makes me whole again. I'm comfortable around you. We connect in more than one way. Your touch brings energy to my soul. Your eyes show a light when you look at me. You hypnotized me. All I can think about is your smile. Let me be yours and I promise your heart will never be broken.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC
don't require
don't push me dear
with your perfect symmetry
that fire lit in your wise eyes
to write the perfect poem,
I am immature
I just now desired the lushness
have not acquired the geniusness
quite now
I have desire an intenseness
the flame the spark
but not the reqirements needed
to match your brilliant flame
I try , god knows,
it may take a lifetime
to touch your depths the way I know
I need to
will you still be there
my flame my fire,
my desire?
When
quality catches up
to need?
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC