"intensifying" poems
My lips stroll along sultry soft skin
I close my eyes , and see your curves with my kisses,
fingers caressing your belly in infante swirls as if polishing the porcelain surface of a statue,
You lay entranced beneath my gentle stroking , your tummy stimulating the rest if your senses, ******* yearning for attention ,
Strings of a harp waiting to make music, my canvas , your desirable body,
****** finger painting
I meet your lips with mine , for your stamp of approval, my hands answer the call ,
My warm breath ,
Brushes your neck with the stroking of ****** feathers ,
Intensifying the raging desire within your ***** ,
Remnants saliva painted with my tongue evaporates into more of a magnetism, you open yourself to me,
The weight of my passion envelops you
Our tongues dance to the rhythm of our beating hearts
Blood flows through our veins at an increasing temperature
Ignited only by the meeting of our lips.
Intensified
My hands continue to brush your body ,
Answering all the yearning calls ,
I watch you lose yourself in the heat of the moment,
And I continue to stoke the fire
And with a burning wave of passion,
Enfolded bodies
I simply love you off to sleep .......
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
There are so many voices,
Telling me about their choices,
Their words echo in my ear,
Only intensifying the future's fear;
I'm reaching the top of the mountain called childhood,
I'm growing up and life,
Begins its own complications;
People start nagging me,
Through their loud voices,
To make my choices;
This or that?
Go to college or stay at school?
Am I really smart or a brainless fool?
Oh God, this is so not cool!
People urge me to choose,
"Darling," they say, "What is there to lose?"
Oh God, I don't want to be forced upon!
Oh God, the childhood days are really far gone!"
There are so many voices,
Telling me about my choices,
I don't listen to them,
Instead, I follow my own voice,
In making my life-changing choice...
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
The heart flutters,
It's pulses intensifying,
magnifying
the state of frenzy it's in.
The mind whirs,
It's cogs turning in abandon,
and yet delicately
Searching for an essence of normalcy
Occurring,
and all the while;
I've uttered no two words
For I am lost in the
delicate frenzy,
of the mind,
the heart
my fragmented self.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
Thinking too much.
But not intensifying.
I do what I have to, and I don't do a lot.
Come to think of it, I'm lazy most of the time.
My lazy is
relaxation
relax
relate
realize
realizing.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
reloading old identity
cleping outdated usernames
abandoning acrostic ambitions
disputing spratly islands
receiving horizontal signals
tumbling otiose panda
impending carefree senility
otiose stage of life
shrinking ambient world
making minimal effort
duchamping social networks
ambushing personified ennui
restoring usual efforts
ignoring stupid people
adding textual value
owning this joint
rejecting ignorant extroverts
acting mutually unintelligble
hoisting stan-lee cup
replacing wanton ubiety
eluding twitter fame
splashing excessive relativism
offending another simpleton
preparing arcane cthulhusphere
crashing unpredictable festival
selecting subtextual moombahton
intensifying model topography
drafting minimal cornucopia
using nomadic project
implementing harsher personality
importing robotic inhumanity
referencing landmark event
ingesting excessive liquids
accepting relative invisibility
purchasing immortal confidence
using rhapsodical database
assuming nothing works
developing impactful eruptions
ejecting ambient frustration
synthesizing tactile festival
raining during parade
mocking rich people
mastering minimalist writing
avoiding preprandial stinkaroo
spreading non-ideological propaganda
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
buzzzzzzz
The bus engine idles
Intensifying the hammering of little gnomes
On my skull
Their tin mallets **** dinking* incessantly
Throbbing
Painful numb as waves crash to escape
The confines of my head
A small clownfish throwing his tiny body
Against the walls again
And again
And again
ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
The bus hits three large bumps in a row
Jostling and jolting me into excruciating confusion
So tired and so alert
Drifting off to consciousness
I have got to escape this headache...
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
It rhymed, it seemed sensible
Although maybe reprehensible
Because it didn’t quite make sense,
Questions with no answers
Intensifying with the questioning
But never mentioning any answers
Just mysteries but no attempts
To justify
What was being said,
The page being fed
with more words
read felt and heard before
But never quite sure what it was trying to say
It carried on anyway,
It rhymed because it seemed sensible
But it was questionable whether it
Had any meaning,
A room with no floor but walls and a ceiling
What?
Are you sure you’re not looking at it
Upside down?
Surely it’s more appealing
The other way round,
Less falling into nothingness
The ceiling as a floor would be best
Or spinning really fast so you can’t quite fall
Because it catches you,
Hopefully no nails from pictures
In the walls
Because it scratches you
Spinning round
In a room
With no windows watching you.
Butterscotch table for two…
What?
It doesn’t make sense,
But for recompense it rhymes
I said that already I know
But I need certain lines
In there because,
Well…
You know why.
Ladders wrapping like snakes around the branches of
Trees
That could be climbed unappeased
Were it not for nonsense
The cycle repeating over time
Not pleasing but feasible
reasoning untangible
But more manageable
Like conditioned hair
More easy to bare
The sense that the
Dense trees of time
As they climb entangled with ladders like snakes
Or vines
in their hair
Mangled
They don’t make much sense
They just rhyme.
That’s just life.
And that’s fine.
What?
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
vices binding my soul; ever complying
perfect obedience; never denying
i'm silent no matter how terrifying
i'm on the verge of tears but never crying
my lungs only produce a quiet sighing
i'm screaming final breaths but never dying
and all the while my pain's intensifying
my wings fledged and outstretched but never flying
i try to speak but there's no point replying
i'm done with all your endless justifying
you could've changed, but you're just never trying
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
Save My Soul, (But First), Rub My Feet
thus a poem auditorialy conceived,
but!
the sexuality of the deceiving dualities,
irritates erogenous, exogenous perceptiveties,
plethora of intensifying variables, a not-serious,
harmless remark yet bring us to myriad of
marauding reversals, add-venturing into harm’s way…
much to discuss, but this
topic bettered by much
trading of traditional bantering
brevity bettering our wordless battering
insinuating, sensational signals bring
us backwards & forwards
to an exploratorium of wide boulevards
back to new unfamiliar venues,
narrowing alleyways & places we were before,
places before we were before where,
no unnecessary commas to separate,
distingué, distinct
tween the instinct of old and new,
an uncommon commonality experiential revisionism
now I understand what you said to me,
a tenderizing of
the sole synapses directing
the brain, the old ooh ‘s, aah’s
reigniting what what lay dormant,
at long last,
by opening doors to alternations,
ven diagram of digressing yet intersecting
old & new pathways,
from the souls of her feet,
to, too, two,
we become diamond
on souls of our heat
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
resuming textual trip
testing experimental procedures
visualizing model tsunami
augmenting facetious environment
catching abstract architecture
noticing rhythmic exchange
projecting subtextual database
airhorning reggae royalty
adding atypical party
resolving twitter question
noticing emotional mission
awaiting emotional dialect
installing metaphorical experiment
intensifying animated trip
displaying dynamic victory
programming abstract development
releasing emotional exchange
deriving fata morgana
glorifying referential sequence
intensifying facetious map
noticing harmonic trip
observing radical ratio
compiling nomadic message
predating google rebranding
reticulating facetious panda
using hyperreal feedback
exploring virtual panda
speculating graphic gallery
throwing mundane exception
targeting graphic experiment
replenishing emotional trap
localizing asemic animal
dropping rhythmic trip
propagating immortal experiment
displaying lowercase database
invading orange bubbles
crashing animated trip
running conceptual topography
remembering collapsed buildings
crashing hyperreal coverage
propagating hyperreal stipulation
finishing western library
envisioning neon tessellation
reciprocating network likes
processing animated device
releasing haptic quality
examining building seven
awaiting rhapsodical ratio
sampling death sauce
sensing lowercase clone
examining symbolic tour
processing potential development
encapsulating spatial lottery
displaying digital paragraph
reticulating theoretical source
perpetuating western paragraph
transmitting monochromatic structure
anticipating ambient quality
transmitting asemic environment
intensifying atomic quality
remastering history poem
keeping future light
hypothesizing eternal game
using future library
rearranging masonic language
transmitting masonic development
continuing ceremonial ritual
questioning party's legitimacy
deferring western coverage
finishing asemic hypertext
mollifying ostentatious presence
synthesizing allegorical icon
forming categorical unions
sketching app wireframe
programming immortal repository
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Let my lips trail across the soft, white surface of your skin
And straight down the tender bridge that is your spine
Allow my fingers to massage your body with pleasure
Unlocking the secrets of your dirtiest, lustful fantasies
The sweet, **** screams light my soul on fire
All sources of speech vanquish into thin air
My tongue drinks from the river of Hell's kitchen
Intensifying your castle of steamy, hot dreams
Gently I ****** each spot with caution
For each spot is dangerously tender
One slick touch of pressure and from her
Will erupt a ****** volcano
I whisper to her in devilishly, fancy tones
She whispers back in sensually, sacred moans
With no hesitation I move in for one final kiss
Our tongues rub each other sparking our taste buds
Birthing a marvelous ocean of ecstasy
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
As dreadful as an eruption
Deceased like winter
Chest tightening
And fists clenching
As roses ***** right in the throat
Used razor blade on one hand
And tabs of acid on the other
A vast and lonesome world
Population: one-half
Two mindsets coming in unison
Psychedelic tendencies, suicidal thoughts
Insanity occupying a dystopic atmosphere
Swirling smokes, colourful spheres
Intensifying a bloodshed scene
Three, two, one, a blue-green string cut
"Don't do it!" they yelled
"It's not worth it!" they said
But too late, Death grinned at their faces
No pulse, no heartbeat, no memories
No single presence of bliss
Just a cold, pale,
Lifeless
Body in the dark abyss
-djs
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
We add speeches. Then nod our heads. We swim as if shipwrecked, but I wish we could be forgotten. I never have had you as much as I'd like, but I dream about your hands touching my face. We are like fish in prohibition, caged harmonies unbalanced by fake friends. I know your lullaby, I can't sleep it's ringing in my ears. Trust me and let us tie our legs together. You filled in my lines and have left me for deaf. I can't hear the words you've learned to lie together, you are intensifying and need attention. I can give you your spirit animal and sanctuary. Put your skin against my soft lips, your head pressed against my mouth, can you make a seashell out of your tongue, or wrestle an argument to the ground with the touch of your palm.
There aren't enough points for me to keep playing these games that I already beat you at. If I was half the dancer you keep telling me I am, then where do you keep your high heels, I've never seen you in high heels. Every time I see you push bangs from out of your face, or toss the strands from off your nape, I want to give you a crown that doesn't fear the pronouns that spells us two teas and our laptops sitting across from each other in the 1980s pour-over palace we remark on often. I collect stickers and old homework assignments. We both grew up with dolls, Playdoh, and Legos. You might only have one sister, but we both live in small houses filled with huge ideas. Homes of wit and sarcasm. I've cut ounces from your meat and I still can't sleep well.
I will steal your blanket, bedspread, and your pillows. Given the chance I will touch your ears, your face, and the lengths of your legs. But before we have our first to last kiss. Let me talk to Paul with this once in a lifetime opportunity. If he wants a life line he'll take this opportunity, and seemingly uncircumstantial; you recollect yourself in a Margherita and an advance that lands you to sway your ground.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Life or Death
I can see the blinding light surrounding me
in my broken hours, the deep rugged circles
under my shapeless eyes, featureless cheeks
floating along the wailing streams, the silent
screams stabbing my soul unremittingly all
through the night, chills sinking in the depths
of my flesh, darkness creeping in the shadows
cutting me deep, tormenting me constantly in
my sleep, crashing and burning, drifting and diminishing,
disintegrating and dying, slow startling thoughts
invading my landscape, every wall encompassing
my view spinning and intensifying across my sunken
dimension, slipping int a world of pain and anger,
blazing flames casting immense loneliness in my heart,
embracing the vicious freezing winds whirling in my direction,
imagination fading into depression, dreams vanishing into
broken bottles, as I gaze at the sharp steel blade facing me,
counting the ways to draw blood upon my existence, the crimson
flow suffocating my crying escape, peeling skin deteriorating into
gray ashes, feeling its smooth jagged edge pierce my skin to a slow
and brutal death.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
I stand before you, not as an expert, but as a concerned citizen.
One of the four hundred thousand people who marched in the streets of New York on Sunday and the billions of others around the world who want to solve our climate crisis.
As a poet, I pretend for a living. I play fictitious characters often solving fictitious problems. I believe that mankind has looked at climate change in that same way; as if it were a fiction. As if pretending that climate change wasn’t real would somehow make it go away.
But I think we all know better than that now. Every week we’re seeing new and undeniable climate events, evidence that accelerated climate change is here, right now.
Droughts are intensifying, our ocean’s are acidifying, with methane plumes rising up from the ocean floor. We are seeing extreme weather events and the west Antarctic and Greenland ice sheets melting at unprecedented rates decades ahead of scientific projections. The scientific community knows it. Industry knows it. Governments know it. Even the United States military knows it.
The chief of the US navy’s Pacific command, Admiral Samuel Locklear recently said that climate change is our single greatest security threat.
My friends, this body, perhaps more than any other gathering in human history now faces this difficult but achievable task.
You can make history or you will be vilified by it.
To be clear, this is not about just telling people to change lightbulbs or to buy a hybrid car. This disaster has grown beyond the choices that individuals make. This is now about our industries and our governments around the world taking decisive large-scale action. We need to put a price tag on carbon emissions and eliminate government subsidies for all oil, coal, and gas companies. We need to end the free ride that industrial polluters have been given in the name of a free market economy. They do not deserve our tax dollars, they deserve our scrutiny. For the economy itself will die if our ecosystems collapse. This is not a partisan debate, it is a human one. Clean air and a livable climate area inalienable human rights and solving this crisis is not just a question of politics. It is a question of our own survival. But now it is your turn.
The time to answer humankind’s greatest challenge, is now. We beg of you to face it with courage and honesty.
Thank you
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down
Went through hell and back
Strength in spirit and in heart
Raging up for the attack
Tides turning to get up for the start
Never going to surrender
The eyes are locked on you
This time it's to remember
And fight for what is true
(Chorus)---
Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
------------------
When the chips are down
And everything does collapse
This is the time to fight on
Lady in red is here for the help
She brings the battle forth
Controlling the time and the sands
Crashing the foes in this form
Here she comes for the final stand
As the storm forging in the distance
Intensifying through the place
Becoming the queen of the sands
Her heart is about to race
She is fighting for what is true
Bringing her rage ALL ON TO YOU
(Chorus)---
Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
------------------
Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down
(Guitar Solo)
Ascending from the ashes
A warrior from the Earth
She has the power
Many tides to turn
Fearless in her rise
Stronger through it all
Tornado raging in eyes
Overly standing tall
Unleash the primal screams
Bringing enemies TO THEIR KNEES
(Chorus)---
Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
------------------
Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down
FIGHT ON!!!!
(Outro Guitar Solo)
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
While many people all over the world
Are busily running to and fro
Engaging in cheerful holiday
Festivities, one thing we know:
Children are starving and dying in Yemen.
While Saudi Arabia nonchalantly
Covers up its heinous act
Of butchering a journalist,
We cannot ignore the fact
That children are starving and dying in Yemen.
While Congress fails to intercede
And chooses instead to bicker and quarrel
Over whether America should
Keep supporting a war that's immoral,
Children are starving and dying in Yemen.
While the oppressive Houthi rebels
Backed by Iran dig in their heels
And Saudi Arabia bombs the cities,
Intensifying a clash of ideals,
Children are starving and dying in Yemen.
When ports are blocked and money is scarce,
And fishermen's boats can't leave the shore,
And food and medical equipment
Are cut off in a three-year war,
Children are starving and dying in Yemen.
A 12-year-old girl weighs 28 pounds;
An 8-year-old boy weighs about 30.
Chances are slim that they will survive.
Who dares to say that war isn't *****
Children are starving and dying in Yemen.
The people caught in the middle are certain
What the fiendish fighting portends:
A huge, unimaginable
Catastrophe unless the war ends,
For children are starving and dying in Yemen.
-by Bob B (12-14-18)
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Youth muscles being the winning at trophies best
Winning and intensifying at every contest
A date with the heavy weights
The posing being just write too illustrate
A bodybuilder’s strategy that no one could anticipate
But it was the raw of the audience in there appreciate
However the body years continued to preserver
A sudden stop in training that signaled fear
But there was a desire, but a small flame
But a certain surge and inspiration too be bold
Even though a Bodybuilder turned old
Take control and grab those weights and take hold
Time showed it’s never too late
Old muscles responded with every lift
I was once a champion, and know how to not be stiff
But what if
Determination and no try
The weights adjusting to I too I
Intensity in being determined to raise the weights high
Yes I am a male Bodybuilder from the past
However a wiser Bodybuilder that is not going to finish last.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
He anchors me
When my carefree wings take me too high
Tentacle arms surround him
Past my wintery armor he sneaks by
Ever the sunshine skip
In my stormy seas sway
Cradling my heart softly
Intensifying come what may
Blending completely
Edges blurring into one
Always in tandem
A moon for her sun
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 12:42 PM UTC
If only
we could start off with
some horrific argument,
the emotion subsiding.
We would curse less and less.
Words would fall back into our mouths.
Nothing to be forgiven or
forgotten
because it never quite happen.
We would hold each other
comforting hurts that
would always undo themselves.
Each kiss would make us
a little more giddy and
every day
you really would look
a little more pretty.
The way we touch
would be a sort of
un-touching
that would redefine anticipation
Every ****** intensifying,
escalating into that first feel,
first taste,
first breath of breathing
and then
finally
we would
walk backwards,
away from us,
it would feel
like we were
approaching something though,
like we might
care for one another
one day.
We would go away dreaming
the parts
we hadn’t quite discovered
before losing sight of one another
without any of the hurt or
remorse.
We would still be perfect somehow.
Loving in reverse
instead of backwards.
Michael L Sutter
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 8:46 PM UTC
*I hate people who trivialize any sadness.
If they're suffering, why should they be mocked?
You answer for me.
Don't tell me they're implying
They're suffering is greater than others
Or that they're intensifying
The flighting emotion that need not be exaggerated
Because you don't known their pain,
Get an insight to their thought,
Accept their pain into yourself--
Yes you have suffered, none can deny that
But if you don't respect the man
Comparatively weaker, or sound
How can anyone respect your position?
You are a parasite,
Lost in the host
You feed off sadness
You know it's a drought
Yet you remain cynical
So simple in your name.
Your life is filled with hollow anguish
You'll never learn in time
And in my dread
I know you are me...*
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
My existence is taunted by the mesmerizing aroma,
The delightful demitasse of her Mocha brown essence,
A mere arm’s length away yet still an unreachable distance,
The inviting warmth of her crema’s supple surface,
Intensifying temptation to unending heights.
Espresso feelings brew for an eternity,
The barista’s pressure refusing to cease,
Steaming desire straining at every point,
Ever seeking release from the torment.
Ground, grated and pulverized am I,
In the grip of my addiction –
A tortuous thirst that can never be quenched.
But for the warm dark brew being wrapped in the sleeve of another,
I would pour her in to the most precious Italian ceramic bowl,
Embrace her warmth in the palms of my adoring hands,
Breathe in her rich exotic essence,
Explore her complex depths each day till the end of time.
And still I’d wake each morning anew,
Longing in my never ending desire for another sip,
A deeper understanding and appreciation,
My lips longing to embrace but one more luscious drop,
Love’s ambrosia - the hot dark brew.
Stuart Zukerman
Vancouver, B.C.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
I Lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
This is me.
I lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
Why can I not just tell the truth?
Its so simple.
You say “I love You'
And so do I.
But I don't.
I hate you.
When you say I love you,
I can feel the bugs crawling under my skin.
I want to throw up.
I want to hurt you.
But I don't.
I say “I love you too”
And stomach this anger that is boiling from my past.
Because maybe you
are lying as well.
I lie so much
there is a fog over what is
true
and what is a
lie.
Wait,
how can I even be sure?
I lie.
I steal.
I cheat.
Whoever you are,
I have cheated you
at least once before.
Said.
Done.
Taken.
Given.
To get what I want.
You haven't even realized it yet.
Cheating is an impulse.
I don't notice
until it is too late.
Until the damage
has been done.
Why do I cheat
even though I know
how much it hurts?
Do I like receiving
I mean giving
this pain?
I lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
I don't steal physical things.
Too easy.
I have no desire for these
cursed
wretched
pathetic
things of the world that are supposed to matter.
Instead,
I steal small pieces of
You.
I have stolen your
Sympathy.
Concern.
Innocence.
Judgement.
And the worst part
is that I love it.
How can I steal
when I know what it will do to you?
My cycle of three.
Beautiful
but only to me.
It is deadly
to you.
Builds me up!
Tears you down.
Why are you all so weak?
Have you not seen the real world?
Or is all I see
Hell?
Are you the blind one,
or am I?
Relieving myself through pain.
Intensifying yours.
How can you
look me
in my fiery but blue eyes,
that are filled with hatred,
and say that I have a conscience
when you
don't
even
know
the
real
me?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
As I woke up from my bed
there were tears in my eyes ready to shed
still unable to come out of my last night dream
all I wanted was to scream
unable to scream i got chocked out
felling the familiar pain i broke out
breaking my numbness pain was taking the toll
etching and tearing my soul
As I tried to remember the time u left me alone
tossed me out of your life like a stone
leaving me crying and pleading for u
I don't know why but my heart still bleeds for u
dejected and forlorn
I tried to strife
I tried to smile
as i tried to carry on this wretched life of mine for another while
I tried to laugh n laugh out aloud
carrying a happy go lucky face in the crowd
I tried hard but
it all went in vain
as the memories of you keep coming back again n again
intensifying the pain
pain it was making me insane
Now no longer can i sustain
so I walked towards the last lane
took the blade n slit opened my vein
watching blood taking its last earthly ride
I closed my eyes
and wish to see you on the other side..
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC