"intriguingly" poems
The last kiss from you
Lasted like a huddle in
The snow blitz
Rocking my anatomy
In the frosty glitz
The last words from you
That barged in my eardrum
You were in a hurry
To smell a new leaf
Draped in a diamond dew
The last gifts from you
Was an instrument
Which still I use
To recognize people
Or to refuse!
The last time
You said I love you
I remember I was laughing
Hysterically as if I was watching
Jared Leto’s jaded mimicry of Joker in YouTube
Intriguingly, when the last time I saw you ****
It felt like pretty Ivanka’s embarrassment
Noticing her dad is a lewd
The last time I was chatting
With you on Facebook
I was wondering why
I shouldn't hack your account?
To check your inbox
Yea, it was filled with the message of *******
F- Bombs, **** shaming and tagging you as harlot
All they were asking was your service of escort
Either in full discount or in hefty cash drops!
The last time I wrote
A letter of love to you
I discovered my Keyboard
Began to blurt out
No more, No more, No more…
The last time I had a chit-chat
With you in the Burger King or Pizza Hut
I listened to your hissing clack-clack
That someone else has become your puppy cat…
The last time I became sick
When I was with you
I heard you threw a party
Where you were whispering
To your besties, how
I become your double whammy!
The last time I was
With you in the bed
I felt like I was indentured
To **** a dummy toy
Sans spirit and flesh!
Loving you was like
Santa Claus gifted me
With a Pandora’s Box
As soon as I opened it
You decided to release
Our *** tape of your having ******
In pornhub’s forum of interracial!
The last time I heard of you
Is that you were giving an interview
To The Cosmopolitan’s board of review
Facing the barrage of inquisitions
You calmly joked, the series
Of latest uproar about you
In the social media or Internet
Is because certain people always
Love to rave about Women’s body
Shoving in and out of their pigeonhole
With their one night stand queen trophy
To flavor your form in their fantasmic mouth
You also smirked in a raspy voice
Defiantly declaring “we (women)
Have been locked indoors
With no air, no food, no water”
My last boyfriend is also no exception
He certainly thinks I came this far
Through ******* and deception
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatical apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous
Futurity fatidics fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts
Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid
endearingly engendering amore
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
this is where you
own our love
purse your lips and
twist mine
because I am the one who has
to sleep without
you no compromise
you said
as I ran my feet
over
the smooth 12,000
threads but no
body
even the patter of the
rain can’t soothe
it hits my face
in horizontal
crosswind and I sit in
that same fold out
chair on the porch
looking out across the park
at the children playing
in puddles
now when I think of
your highlighted jaw line
I am truly gaping at
the mirror that shiny
shiny reflection where my
eyes pop blue
and I’m magnetized at
your breathy yawn
what’s in your head?
what caused this
boiling
this cream that
settled on my coffee?
actually
already
easily
I am forgetting
interestingly
intriguingly
amazingly
you still taste sweet
when I blast music
in my car and then I hear
myself uttering
thank you.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I had a dream that we made up.
We were happy and so in love.
I had a dream that we'd made up,
but that was just a dream.
I had a dream that I was happy,
it was cute and intriguingly sappy.
Had a dream that once you had me
in the best of ways.
I had a dream that we made up,
the best dream ever, but I woke up.
KD
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatness apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous
Futurity fatidic's fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts
Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid
endearingly engendering amore
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
I know the feeling experienced,
when everything crumbles
before you without warning
because you were not paying
attention or prepared for the
pressures of the pesky people
who contends with you to mess
up what took you a lifetime to build.
Everything crashes and tumbles
before you just like that.
Starting all over again is like being
born again in a world of uncertainty
full of intriguingly mesmerizing awe
and revulsion.
Where do you begin from here,
how can this happen to you,
you wonder how much time you have
left to get things done all over again.
Don't worry about it,
just begin from the beginning.
Pick up the crumbs,
the left over and the pieces of the bricks
and pebbles thrown at you to forge again
the blue print with resilient
attitude to create the masterpiece
that will guarantee you a unique
spot in the world that stands you out
powerfully into the spotlight.
Unbeatable and a valued and
treasured friend in the world.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Closer until his breath tickles my skin
Sending a shiver down my spine from deep within
Closer until I can feel his smile
Tingling, Tickling, for quite a while
Closer until he whispers in my ear
Something sweet, something intriguingly dear
Closer until he's holding my chin in his hand
Staring into my eyes obeying his command
Closer until his lips touch my nose
Causing me to blink, but not lose composer
Closer until I can feel his heart beat
It's hotter in here, I feel the heat
Closer until he strokes along my face
Now my heart begins to race
Closer until he wraps his arms around my waist
Holding me close, squeezing me tight without haste
Closer until he lifts me higher into the air
Spinning me round in circles up there
Closer until we don't make a sound
Peace and quietness all around
Closer until our minds intertwine
Closer, he comes closer til he's all mine
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Love
Love,
A luxury common across mankind
But intriguingly,
Never experienced the same
Just never
Never
Just
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
A palindrome isn't a palindrome, intriguingly
How can that be?
That something isn't itself by definition, literally
...Am I really me?
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
What's with you?
Have you lost the taste for my hot chocolate?
Un pisquito de miel es mi toque especial,
El que le da el colorsito que te encanta,
Y el sabor caramelito... plus a secret ingredient.
¿Si te acuerdas como te encantaba?
Developed a taste for cafe con leche.
Looks more like leche con cafe.
Bland, Blanched and Baptized,
None of the creaminess you claimed to love
About my hot, hot chocolate.
Ya no te inspiran las ventanas de mi profundo mar,
Mysteriously Deep, Intriguingly Complex,
With so much life calmly swimming underneath
My tormented surface.
Te acuerdas como te mesia dentro de mis olas fria y tibias a la vez,
Y tu feliz de embriagarte de ellas
Ahora nadas dentros de lagos azul verdozos
Aqua seafoam, algae, lagoon
A mi me parecen aguas estancadas,
Y no la calma que vez tu.
Me decias que no te gustaban las piscinas
Falsas,
Chlorinated,
Pero ya no nadas en las ventanas de mi profundo mar.
You stare into the horizon and miss the point completely.
Como es que te gusta tanto algo que es tan diferente a lo que yo te ofreci?
Quizas yo he cambiado mi forma de cocinar,
y tu tus gustos al nadar...
Quizás.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
A Strange Land
dropping like a feather from a building,
down down down we go.
softly fluttering like an angels wing
down down down we go
through the mystical garden,
down to the fairies we go.
a short thud with everything looking,
big eyes, small eyes, tall and low.
too and fro looming and jeering,
one with a cruel eye, another a green toe,
staring at us, as our courage hardens
‘til finally one of us goes out to meet our suspected foe
The cruel-eyed beast looks on gazing,
through us, above us, like we were aglow,
we gazed on, half worried, but not cowering.
we crept on a few steps, but ducking down low,
we stepped through the passage, into a garden
with tiny little objects frittering under toe
I saw them through my looking glass writhing,
I saw to the vegetation of twisted brush, high and low,
though in the midst of a labyrinth a tower lay looming.
but it lay on its side, as tho it were dropped to below.
the mice talked and walked together in their own jargon,
I watched them go away and down the tiny road
Winding through the labyrinth following the mice intriguingly,
they knew their way well, we can see by the way they go,
then, simply, they disappear among the vine, leaving us gazing,
with our machetes we cut through the vine,
but the mice are nowhere to be found,
oh what a predicament we are in. the maze is vast and flowing
we look up to see the tower, now upright and *****
as if a chess piece, it looms,
we make our way through the maze by cutting,
but the vine grows back thicker behind us.
we reach the gate of the tower, no turning back,
A gargoyle stands at the foot of the gate.
He glares but, knows we mean no harm,
we walk through the gate to find a winding staircase.
At the top, a vast kingdom of sand and coal,
pierce our our eyes with wisdom.
I look to peers and cannot help but to weep,
the intricacy of the life below, smothered by the bland view from above.
It is a strange land we come across.
nothing is exactly what it seems,
the cruel are the beloved,
the castles so tall above,
the the small beings below,
everything is beautifully grotesque
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC
Rosalie. She fit her name too.
She was pale as a ghost but much prettier than one.
Her cheeks were red; like red roses.
Her hair was so long.
It was an extreme shade of light blonde.
Sometimes when the light hit it, it looked powder pink.
She had the most enchanting hazel eyes.
Gosh, I got lost in those things so many times.
It was like there was a shot of magic in them.
Anyone who looked at her would think she was from a different planet.
She was gorgeous.
Not in some magazine-model kind of way.
It was an intriguingly simple kind of gorgeous.
It’s hard to explain it. She’s hard to explain.
I guess that’s why loved her so much.
She surprised me everyday.
I loved that about her.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
Who are you beneath your cores
dear poets.all?
Behind your eyes, and
The abyssmal joy of your voice.!
Who bore your hands painters
of my canvas in my
dark skies Moi I love her so!
Who are you in the gates
compass of your feet's troot
In such manly sunny grace
The world of roses bows
to last a season longer
in your courts Moi and
weeping willow, you Crow?
Tspoetry Traveler who are you?
Who are you when the night grabs treasures in your tantric hands
to exploddives full of putpose
claiming your ancient
queen of love.
Who are you behind the Scarlet rose that owns your poems all inked in gold, Moi who is your Z,😇
I thrive for poetry attempting to define true love and find you holder of Grammy birds in rose gardens
mastering grace and joy
arena of loverz expertise.
I find you intriguingly
Inquisitive over powers of women
Needing no man to thrive in life
a faint disregard to Ballance
value wisdom in
Ancient ones wanting more.
Who are you behind your faceal avatars
~~~~
Who are you dear.poets
Behind your nom de plume
In the ******* Mansion fields
of young damsels landing
to feed on your gummy inks,?.
~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
By: Karijinbba.
7-2021.
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 3:50 AM UTC
Eject
Call Quits
snap
snap
We’re done
arguing
this is the point
nothing
is the best it could be
Do something!
click
it black
to discuss this love
on the wrong plane
invalidates urMessage
(close) your (eyes)
and send me strength
ArE()TheY()sHuT?
whisper without words
the murmurs that move me
emotional elixirs: the essence
love in purple
trust in blue
freedom in orange
color in white light
brown textures of the Earth
growing green
(NOW oPEN IT)
let love flow
into (your heart) out of
your spirit pouring endless energy
cAn YoU fEeL iT?
Touch It.
Physically touch your screen to make a rainbow.
And let It touch You.
Weep with Gaia
as Freya spills her amber tears
know all of the pain of humanity
embrace the primordial pain
and weep for all of It.
let every leaf sweep a way
Introduce Yourself
firmly fluid
heavily light
intriguingly familiar
to find everything
yaw taht
Are you OK?
I’m fine. Just go away.
How rude.
I guess I’m the sour grapes
of life.
Days of blue sky inside
blue walls
Hello
Infinite screens between me
You never read me.
No one wants to hear me.
It’s no fun to feel me.
And only I can heal me.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
*Those whom can
read between the lines
have an intriguingly beautiful
and fascinating personality.
It's defining characteristics
and attributes
such as these
that show intelligence
and a rigorous,
meticulous,
mentality.
~ Gifted.
By Lady R.F. (C)2017*
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Write me your poetry. Write me your words. How your body trembled from bliss. Being pumped into your veins as every breathe escaped you. Clenching muscles making your brain flush with hormones and chemicals. It's a drug. The things we do to one other. Pure. Raw. Natural. Ecstasy created within who we are. Derived of nothing more than intriguingly random chemical compounds. Acting on systems as vast as the galaxies around us. It's a wonder. Is this not a gift from the very force that drives us. Let me have you. Let me be one with you. Let us collide. Where your pen meets paper. Exists our universe. That very universe. I just created. I know you felt it. Let it surround us. Please let us become lost. Write me your poetry, darling.
- Nicholas A. McNutt
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
When these buried emotions come to surface, they’re unexplained, unrecognizable. They can sometimes be Overwhelming. So much so that I’ve lost control of them, I don’t know what to do or where to go, or how to direct them. They explode like a million fireworks that fly in all different directions. How beautiful they are yet intriguingly unorthodox.
Each one a different color that represent every part of me and they blend together almost like a picture.
But then the picture fades and that’s when reality is no longer valid, without a picture there can be no reality. Just a blur of lost thoughts with no direction.
My sense of self has yet been lost again, so let me swim in this blur for just a moment without judgement and I promise you that reality will return as it always does.
And in that one moment that comes to pass ever so often, it can be unique, undeniably intriguing, yet hard to understand. It’s okay to let go of reality sometimes, for these brilliant colors can not be suppressed forever, and as time comes to an end, your artwork will be finished and the picture you have unwillingly painted will be clear to see.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Desirable.
Treasure comes sometimes excitement-boxed,
appealingly likeable, intriguingly
closed within secretive flame.
Yet to become more valuable it has to be locked
with an willing and amatory key by
a known and desirable name.
A stir of old fragrance has to arise when opened,
an erotogenic scent of endearment
meant for just two.
If a billet-doux has the allurement I had hoped
for, arrives via ether-line, carefully
discreet, I know it's from you.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
When I look at you
I see
The space between your two front teeth
And I notice
Your context
When I look at you
I see your humanly beauty
And I notice
Someone artistic
Of choice
And need
When I look at you
I see
Your curly hair
And I notice
Someone unfinished
Aspirating to be
You
And so much more
Than you
When I look at you
I see
Concentration
And I notice
Everything I need you to be
When I look at you
I see
Relatively
Small eyes
And I notice
That they are soft
And I noticed
A certain
Curiosity
Intriguingly
Near
But now
When I look at you
I see someone
Who once knew me
And I notice
Melancholia
Only in me
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Magical cauldron apomixes connoisseur
Cephalic phantasmagoria entity obliquitous
Mystical conjurous conjugal entrepreneur
Fantasia fantastication phantasm obsequious
Amorously arduous ardent raconteur
Ephemeral translucent opulence ubiquitous
Vanity sanctimonium temerities saboteur
Intrepid verve’s intriguingly iniquitous
Sorcerous sabbatical apothegms chauffeur
Endemic veracities fortuitous elicitous
Futurity fatidics fornication kithe
Ephemeral metaphor semantics flaunts
Empirical emulation scenarios blithe
Subjunctive subliminal nostalgias haunts
Agile articulation acuities lithe
Analogizing corroborative prolificacy daunts
Alacritous tactile manipulations writhe
Numinous syntactical paradigm *****
Emanate imminent perdition tithe
Orotund jaded seal ordinand jaunts
Overt convection coercions chiaroscuro tempestuous
Apex crux axis ****** matrix torrid
Manifest objectified enamorous interstice lecherous
Spurt binge spree ***** protuberance squalid
endearingly engendering amore
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
Time pantomime charades the masquerade to entity acquiescence
Misty wistful wispish shrouds of ephemerally opulent quiescence
Evoke the mystic myriad with subliminally subjunctive quintessence
Enigmatically adrenergic anecdote concatenational analogs the essence
Evocative emulation scenarios ecstatic
Intriguingly intrepid verve fanatic
Exuberant veracious audacity emphatic
Endergonically protensive integrations eidetic
Translucent transitive effulgence mimetic
Numinous noumenal ***** aesthetic
Mnemonic’s nostalgic allusions pathetic
Opaque obdurate emissions copasetic
Heuristic pantheism paradigm epistemologically metamorphic psychokinesis personification
Probity avaricious semantics inherently indigenous endemics edification
Satiation indulgence intrinsic virilities fertility inherency gratification
Vicarious recalcitrance adumbrates obdurately suborn temerities mortification
Irrefragable felicities tenacious intransigent taubla tapestry rectification
Erudite vexatious obstreperous existentialize venial corruptness
Diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abruptness
Psychic regalia panaceas astral projection seductress
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
I see you all the time
It’s so funny that you aren't mine
I can’t begin to understand
What is going on in your mind
Don’t you see it is me you need
Don’t you see I am your replenishment
I am your intriguingly glistening instrument
You need a real one in your life
You gotta believe I am your prize
When you look into my eyes
You gotta see my authenticity
You gotta feel my love
To know that I am enough for you
You will never find another me in anyone else
What I possess is untouchable
My lips, my breath, my chest, my legs, all of me
There’s no one else that can be your eternity
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 8:19 PM UTC