"jilt" poems
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
She is a Gypsy,—will not speak to those
Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whispered close,
Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gypsy is she, Nilus-born,
Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Makeyour best bow to her and bid adieu,
Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.
6k
Inspiration for true love, you always remain,
With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts,
Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent,
When two lovers are kissing in garden.
Joyful love making in the dark deep forest,
You will never jilt our love, my heart sings,
My feelings jostle to get into your heart,
When rain drops are dancing with bubbles.
***** style you have with your frizzy hair,
Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit,
Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body,
By the end of today, when the sun is setting.
Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me,
You are light, love and life a lover always seeks,
My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips,
When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions,
Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance,
Your great reverence for love enrapture me,
And naughty actions of your lips stare at me,
When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers.
Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday,
You shower your warmness on those seeds,
Are eager to dance with their kind partner,
When love season is reaching its adolescence.
One and only partner, this is you only darling,
Whom I so deeply and outrageously love,
And my baby heart always beats for you,
When snowy mountains stretch in **********
Passionate and pretty playmate you are,
The Most romantic words I can say to you,
My pride, joy and precious partner for ever,
And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Everything was fine.
The friendship was steady
Our organs were just in line
Mistake from my brain was ready.
A night, a saudade night.
I was vulnerable so was my thought
At last thinking a sleep would just feel right.
Well, I got closer to the trap my brain brought.
An hour later, I found myself in in a room.
A familiar one, my chaps were there too.
I looked up I felt doomed.
Talked to my brain, yeah this is cool.
Well, we were all together,
happy and bloomed.
A friendly limerence, that's all we had for each other.
The chimera felt me like a perfume.
Suddenly, I decided to leave.
Wanted to freshen up my attire.
But was staring at myself with pure grieve.
Heard a sudden din, was a person I admire.
He stood there, just stared.
Tried interrogating him. once and twice.
But the movements were none, just eyes with care.
Now it was not just him, I too stood there just as ice.
Then his fingers caught my upper arm,
pulled me close to him.
His lips with thirst touch mine with charm.
Mine joined them too and weak were my limbs.
Merrily opened my eyes.
A weird curve ran across my face.
He stepped back, satisfyingly sighs.
Looked at me, smiled, gone were his trace.
Sudden shriek woke me up.
Perverse was what I felt.
But my brain had already ******* everything up.
Amity was surrounded by this wierd belt.
I reached, where my organs retreated.
Walked, each step filled with guilt.
The door of awkwardness met me and greeted.
stretched out my hand to open it with brain filled with jilt.
Sudden jolt, I felt.
A face, made me nervy
It was him, eyes with care and a smile with stealth.
Greeted him usually, but feelings were lively.
But I sure can't deny,
That I never wished it to be true.
Talk about it? I can't even try.
But want that feel of caress, just like a leaf groped by dew
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
He gave swerves to uncategorized happiness, with spins that ******* back into his despondencies. He was never given a chance to applaud himself for being a second-long happy or get back to the spotlight where he did belong to his whole **** life. He's properly beautiful when he dances, or when he's proud of his weakest points. Him singing, even the most heard songs will sound re-engaging as if he owns it. Our eyes pace head-on against our cars' contraries. Every scar I had given to my wrists soothe when we wrap our sinful hands in an ill-starred manner.
Love, for him, is altruistically pouring around like sudden downpours on a midsummer day; he had everything to offer yet nothing for himself. He invests a lot with what he wins back. He's the grandeur of a boring ensemble of actors yet still believes he's the subpar star when in reality, no such star existed like it. No one would ever dare to leave him with a river to bleed, or cherry wine bottles with teary send-offs.
Anyone who does that will rest assured have a slot in his own obscenities - oh, how I wish hell would be a lot better than that.
I wasn't briefed for safe keeping such recherchés, that I had to jilt. A handful will be curious, why my decision is a ****** or rather, why am I a **** up. But I would say people with better anything deserve his still-endearing dissonances. And all I have are lyrics while he gives song compositions. All he ever needs are happy mornings who hugs him back so right. Behind their curtains are joy-tinted windows with episodes of cuddles and husky 'Good morning's'. I am not that person, so I had left him in his most heightened situation yet - loving me. In a bed full of my inconsistencies, he was sleeping beside his hard-to-swallow Ecstasies.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Acclimate away you accustom to rabble streets, calculate thy cantankerous beef with another diabolic past!!
Destine connoisseur,
Old things get older while thy love stays newer!!!
What a hope to hope for something!!!!
Bare faced sophomore,
Soporific enducing trips to styles of maxed out galore....
Domineers on every corner,
Where youngest of mourners art ourn own children,
Gravitational to all pull ins,
Guided by ourn own sins we set our own adversities!!!!
When wilt we climb out of ourn own hutch?
Our brittled bunch doesn't think of two but one!!
Jilt all thou will falsifiers,
Killers and liars,
Were all wrapped tight to the same metropolis line!!!
Okaying thyself?
Canst we OK what's wrong and not fine?
Schzoid scribble ******* in,
Undeniable on planet green earth!!!
Underhanded,
Diploma drop ins,
Morphine moratorium so Grey thy sounds are!!!!
Yet thy smiles so beautifully wide!!!!!
Seek as thou finds,
Find all though you mayeth hide!!!
The scorch is over to be bear!!
Where is the opulent Queen who I seek?
Yet hasn't found me yet...
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
I want to engulf a soul with compassion
Making it inevitable to jilt me
Opening the shell they has been hiding in for so long
you had me in awe , your strength to stand
I want to penetrate you with endless love
Acquiring your energy through your smile
Your eyes drawing me closer to you
Close enough to where our bodies aren't physically
But spiritually in-sync
becoming languished in your absence
Feeling so strong I can taste you
In my sleep I can feel you
and in my life? is the real you!
NaNi
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
my love
my obsession
last thought at night
first at dawn, all day long
you are a jilt
hold me near, hold me tight
squeeze me harder, make it hurt
kiss me sweetly, kiss me softly
whisper in my ear
the sun is too bright
the fools too near
i need refuge
make it all disappear
fractured body
damaged mind
i am broken
lost in time
hope extinguished
accept the darkness
feel the nothingness
surrender to oneness
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Dust lies on piano, its lust to play a tune
Powder upon ballet slippers, in mansion ruin
Come light through weathered window
On chair, on table, on letter marooned
Contents never read, her fear what it reads
Years it sits unopened, as felt be no need
Come light through weathered window
Causing illumination, on doubts, indeed
Music echoes through its musty lingers
Memories enchanted; his long dancing fingers
Come light through weathered window
Onto keys, sprinklings particle bringers
All this sifting silt, effervescent in the air
As her heart was so jilt, and left without a care
Come light through weathered window
Untouched slippers, feet dancing bare
Turning up dust, each and every day
Lady of this mansion, dancing her cares away
Come light through weathered window
Forever in swirls of doubts, she stays
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Love me till I'm gone and my blood is spilt
Love me till I'm no longer breathing and our time is jilt
Love me even when my soul travels to where it be
*Love me
Love me while I'm still here
And I will love you too*
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
~~@@@~~
I was in a crossroad for so long and that wasn't easy
But things come like the moon that lights a night's so blurry
If I didn't care enough, if this heart didn't think of you
I might not be here to listen, I might not see the view
If I just want to escape and avoid the coming storm
I might not share my coat to keep you safe and warm
If I just want to fly away and forget the nest we've built
I might not have concern inside, it's so easy to jilt
If I just want to see myself in mirror with this smile
I might had walked away, as far as thousand miles
If I am just a person with no heart to love and care
I might just turn my back, leaving you in despair
But see, I am here, never left you all alone
I made it sure you're strong enough to stand on your own
Didn't you feel the care from me I was showing after all?
Didn't you see I'm losing now my strength, now I am starting to fall?
I have collected all my strengths and used most just for you
The remaining flicker of hope, can you even give me, too?
Let me spread my wings, let me nurture, let me grow
Don't confine me in this cage where I won't shine and glow
~~@@@~~
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
This problem is all too familiar,
my ignition unstarted and still.
Can you find it and fuel it and startle
foreign gears and uncharted wheels?
Will you put life in this husk?
Will you come as the jilt of a lover,
or perhaps her sincerest embrace?
some extrinsic and chemical other,
catalyzing more confident state?
Will you find life in this husk?
I wonder how those with no questions
seem to draw from somewhere so much fruit.
My answer waits for me to liken
my own source to the fawn's and the root's.
Will I see life in this husk?
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
*I see the pure white snow melting,
as it drips through the holes in my ceiling.
I know that inside, my heart bleeds,
from the holes left from that jilt.*
-M.H.-
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
The moment you snap
Push out all your raw surpressed thought
Emotions that are packed with a powerful punch
The day works just slip out
Pushing back those who doubt
Catch them in a lie demand the truth
Ask them why but they dk
Thinking they are slick they make you sick
Cheating their way now they are messing up the day
Struck a nerve you expect sympathy
I have no empathy cause of how you behave
I'm not trying to save you all the pain you cause
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
The ECTs
were performed
in a small room
off the locked ward
where the patient
would be strapped down
on a bed
injected
then wired up
then they turned on
the juice
and it was
in that room
you came round
to find Christine
lying on another bed
her head
slightly turned
clothed in a white
nightgown
her hair in disarray
you felt heavy
as if someone
had hammered
your head
light leaked
at the sides
of the black shutters
over the window
Christine opened her eyes
and saw you there
I feel ******
she said
me too
you replied
I feel as if I’m a ghost
and no one’s
told me I died
she looked around
the room
in the half light
then at her bare feet
no sign of nails
she said
but I feel as if crucified
as if my brain’s
been fried
her words hung
in the air
like young birds
on their first flight
lingering
momentarily there
it’s meant
to help you forget
you said
meant to wipe out
that aspect
that causes the pain
like being jilted
at the altar?
she said
like standing in front
of all those people
like some dressed up ****
yes like that
you said
well it hasn’t worked
she said
looking at you
her eyes fixed
with that stare
as if she’d been emptied
and wasn’t really there
love’s a cruel disease
you uttered
your lips barely moving
your eyes drinking her in
her hair
her pale features
her white gown
her legs
and feet
naked
why did he jilt me?
she asked
no idea
you replied
he lied
she said
he’s a fool
you stated
I’d not have left you
but he did
she breathed out
that’s the rub
you said
that the nail
that enters deepest
her eyes watered
and she put out a hand
and touched yours
hanging at the side
of your bed
where you were
strapped down
two ****** people
she muttered
both half dead
outside the room
a radio played
voices talked
someone sang
out of tune
they’ll be coming
to unfetter us
she said
quite soon.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
every curve, jilt raw and open
empty like my rotted insides, soaked like ****** eyes
and the smell of the charnel house, my company
i have locked myself here like the bone i am though
the frames untouched, the flames brush
painted I before I knew me
the monotonous, the nonsense
and this one end wonder makes me wonder
why not jump
in, onto dream ward bound the spiraled
runway plastered with the dancers feet
and me, somewhere
in the crowd.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
I’m so tired of the superficial
Tired of the cliché
So tired of the inconsequential repetition.
I was begging you to love me
I have always given you the best of me
But you thank me by stalling
Like the best of me wasn’t enough.
You can’t say a simple word
Just to gratify my heart in the end?
You say you’re finished with me.
Fine.
Either way I swear,
I salute to you.
Because there is this vast mountain to climb boys…
If you’re my guy…
Understand this…
I want an incomprehensible love.
I want you to not stare into my eyes, but my soul.
I want our hearts to be so loud.
I want my brain to go wild, spinning in circles.
I want you to love to hear my name escape your lips.
I want you to miss my voice inevitably.
I want you to hold my hand to never see me frown.
I want you to not be too shy to be grabby and needy,
Just softly hug your smile to mine when it all goes down.
You want to get away from it all?
Get away from the things I live?
Well if you yield to stop
You can forget to publish your mark.
See if I care.
I won’t okay your proclaims.
I will repudiate,
Discard,
Decline,
Refuse,
Jilt that very first day,
I’m not going to dedicate this poem to you.
All I wanted was to be wanted by you
But I was so Naïve,
Before I swore I’d miss you
But things change.
I thought you had helped me find
Who I was supposed to be
But time slows down and she’s all wrong.
I have taken a deep breath and say it’s not true.
See?
Again you confuse me.
So I appoint you a hail to get the hell out.
So I just tweaked my love list,
And I said no to you.
Keep acting cool
Around everyone else
They don’t know what a ***** you are,
Though I wish they did,
But life isn’t like that,
And I say no, no, no.
And I promise you,
You’ll never see me with someone like you again
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
He reads her letter again
Feels the same pang of pain
Can’t take the pressure she says
Still I love you in so many ways
But can’t live with you being over there
Me being over here
I'm only human my dear
I hope you’ll see it’s for the best
And for our little boy the joy
Of knowing the man he calls daddy
Comes home at night
Doesn’t fight
Staying away
Whilst we can only watch and pray
It’s just too much watching the news
Wondering when it’s your turn to lose
Can’t do it any more
The flag draped caskets
Returning
See the widows’ tears burning
Coursing down their pain lined faces
For another guy who ran out of aces
Bob you know I'm not a *****
But I’ve met a man,
It wasn't planned
It just happened
One of those things
He talks of a future
With wedding rings
He’s got a great job Bob
And little Jimmy loves him too
Hell what could I do?
I know you’ll be angry
But ***** you! It was your choice
To go away
Fighting for paltry pay
Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to get mad
Must be the guilt
I’m not the type to jilt
At the drop of a hat, stuff like that
Anyway I gotta go
Just thought I’d let you know
You’ll always be in my heart
Be lucky,
Lucy
He drops her letter to the wind
Watches it blow
Then pulls the trigger with his toe
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Henceforth all shameful outbursts
Thenceforward my final death
Jilt, she made me play with fire
Wooed by appalling words she said
She, i ween, is no beautiful
She, i ween, is no enchanting
Yet, she is her dreamer, she is her art
Ergo since farewell, once deaf harked
After the dreamer, after the art
Sniffer cheated, sinner starved
Naked I mourned, naked I yowled
Lost faith from Agave, still fresh from the yard
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
tear into my flesh
and open me up like
a raider would his treasure
rip my bolts off
fling me open
do not be surprised
when there is nothing inside
amalgamate with my flesh
and melt into me like
the snow to the loam
mingle our ventricles
synthesize with me
do not be surprised
when life becomes heavier
pour into my flesh
and fill me up like
the ocean into the wreckage
suffuse every corner
expel my atmosphere
do not be surprised
when you watch me asphyxiate
lacerate my flesh
rip into me like
the galaxy into the unknown
eagerly penetrate my depths
pull me apart
do not be surprised
when you only see your reflection
decamp from my flesh
and jilt me like
the bride did her lover
abandon my body
cast it aside
do not be surprised
when you lose your way
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
i have a lot in common with flowers
they're delicate but have some power
if they don't get enough sun, they'll wilt
if i don't get enough sun, i'll need a jilt
a flower is born and a flower will die
for humans, all the same rules apply
their petals are the layers of my personality
but by far the biggest similarity,
people love us
seasonally
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.
Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.
Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.
My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
straddle nothing crumpled jilt. i'll sticky light and call you in a morning
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 1:53 AM UTC
W hen i look into those eyes i adore
H ow bright and delicately they fill with sentiment before
Y ou jilt me
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC