"lightens" poems
Your the star I wanna wake up to
You're my star
The star no one can take from me
The bright star that guides me through the dark
The one that lightens my night
The star that shows me what true beauty is
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Your face is always into sunshine;
It gives hope and clear aura to everyone.
The way your eyes say Hi whenever you smile;
It lessens up a bad vibe not just for awhile.
You are clothed with strength and dignity.
And you laugh without fearing the future and reality.
In the darkest days of your life;
I know you’ll stand tall to find the sunlight.
You won’t bloom to where you’ve planted.
I know you’ll explore more to get started.
It’s your goal for a better life to get;
Pursuing to reach your dreams and to be contented.
You are a flower that will not wither.
It’s because you know how to get yourself watered.
Even in cloudy days turned rainy.
You still know how to make yourself shiny.
Your influence is like spreading seeds;
Planting good vibes to the ones who are in need.
You are a sunshine that lightens up a day.
A sunflower that smiles, feeling like summer.
© Quenniebells, 2015
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Smooth as silk on soft crimson sheets
Sliding and gliding in unison
Rhythmic hearts beating
Nothing in comparison
The heat splashes in waves
Our minds in a daze
Lost in intertwined bodies
Skin on skin, lips on lips
Tongues soothing like wine
Electricity at our finger tips
Wrapped up and warm
But oh so paralyzed
Lost in the others eyes
Totally hypnotized
Dancing to our own beat
Singing our own ****** tune
Words all spicy and sweet
The ending will come too soon
The beat gets faster, we move as a whole
Locked together as one soul
Sweating, panting, barely able to breathe
Eyes lock, arm tightens
Sensations move as a prefect one
Space around sudden lightens
The dream is finally done
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Happy is the sunray,
That lightens up the break of day,
Happily it will shine;
Sunray so kind!
They are always so pretty,
Especially when they smile at you and me,
As they dance in the meadow;
And sometimes even on the snow.
Sunrays are here to make you glad,
To cheer you up when you feel sad,
Sunrays forever love to dance;
As they smile at you in a trance.
For they are in their own world,
Where no one ever exchanges a cross word,
Where everything is peace and harmony;
And where everything's tranquil and happy.
~Marian~
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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We lie here - our bodies quiet in the late night heat
Off in the distance a dog barks as it’s master stirs and
in the fields the crickets give their last gasps of the day
A party lightens up a far away terrace as the wine flows and a secret flirt takes place as a gecko flits across a stucco wall, stops and moves again
And in this still heat our bodies merge - become one and we grow together
The far off waves of a Mediterranean Sea lap the silken sand
As we become one once more
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
I want to know what this is.
Explore each dimple on your face
and each sentence that you speak.
I want to know what makes you tick
and what lightens your world.
I want to be everything you want
and everything you have been looking for
so I can know you out and flip you inside-out.
Let me wonder your world and become part of it.
If you take a chance on me...
maybe I can love you.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
What a beautiful thing it is !
A Canvas that speaks a lot
Wow ! an artist’s soul
That try to speak a lot
From the window of canvas
To the doors of sky
Till the depth of ocean
In the romancing moonlight
And spreading its vastness
As the fragrance
Of night blooms
Until the sunrise
Again from morning dews
To chirping birds
Snowy mountains
To windy breeze
A moving cloud
And even from rain to rainbow
All is possible
With the tip of a brush
Is a marvellous thing
That depicts an artist’s heart
An art is a creation
Of an artist
Which is made
In different colours
With different paints
And in different shades
But all in one canvas
Makes an effective painting
Which can never die
As an artist’s soul
That is lightning forever
As a magical lantern
Some paintings speaks a lot
Like stories to us
When it starts speaking
The whole image depicts
It’s originality
As an original photo
Of some place
And that really can lost us
Somewhere as in the canvas
Even eyes of a portrait
Speaks a lot
When we stare in that eyes
It seems as the person is gazing
As a living person is standing in front of us
Which feels like a real photo
And it really makes
An unbelievable painting
Which is like giving life
To the non living thing
Within the canvas
By an artist
Or like a flower bloomed
In the hands of an artist
Canvas that speaks a lot
Really shows true heart
Of an artist’s creation
A beautiful creation
By ones own hands
Mesmerise all of us
With no time
Like an original picture
Taken with a camera
Of high resolution
Is something to adore
With the hearts of love
Canvas that speaks a lot
Is a graceful creation
That makes us wonder
Which is a miracle
In hands of an artist
That remains its effect
For life time
And that make
An artist
Different from others
Canvas that speaks a lot
Is a creation of art
When an artist starts
To move his hand on canvas
It starts to speak a lot
From the sincerity of love
To the beauty of a nature
Sparkling eyes of a human
And the depth of a sea
All that beautiful creation
Of Godly things
Is once more painted
With the help of an artist’s brush
Is something that speaks
For a lifetime
With thousands of words
In one image
Is an exemplary
Creation of humane
In a canvas
Canvas that speaks a lot
With voice of heart
Beats in every hearts
And in all eras
An artist is like a lantern
That lightens other lights
And a canvas is a mirror
Of an artist’s soul
That reflects the lights
For lifetime
Which was once lit
By an artist
With a great deal
Who was owned
By an eloquent soul.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
Q: Why i wear a heart necklace ?
A: Because it's an extra heart,
I can keep
On top
Of the one
I already have!
It reminds me
Of
Love
That exists in the world!
And
Of
Love
That this world still needs !
It also reminds me
Of
Kindness
That surrounds this world.
It also reminds me
Of
The cruelty too.
It reminds me
Of
equality
that has filled the world.
It also reminds me
Of
The prejudice too.
It reminds me
Of
Hope
That lightens the paths of many!
It also reminds me
Of
The people
Whom need reminding
That its just baby steps away !
That heart shaped object
Represents many things,
lying beautifully dead on my chest.
But the real live one
Is buried deep in my chest ,
And a life (long or short)
Its looking ahead to.
And i should introduce myself
With
Love,
Kindness ,
Equality,
And never ever
Lose
HOPE!!
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Farewell, to my voice wich vanished beneath the echo of those mountains, disappearing in the far distant, out of reach
The summer sun burns through my skin, lightens up this cold heart of mine for the first ime in a very long time, but even this won't last,
Yet I have no reason to be sad, this agony is bittersweet you see,
Constant change around me, without me changing one bit, it is as if I have become stuck in some kind of loop, unable to ever advance,
What does the future hold for one who has given in to this madness?
Farewell, to all the flowers which were blooming majestically this summer, now withering over to the merciless, drought like heat,
The greensleeves of nature are to already become colourful,
Farewell to all the warmth you have given me before you slipped away into the sea of time, moving on without thinking twice,
When the lullaby of a vampire is sung it'll be time to shut my eyes,
Because then I can be sure that I don't want tomorrow to come,
Farewell to the times we were friends conveying about silly things,
Now everyone can rejoice, once my voice is gone,
Farewell, left behind, I can no longer even cry
~Umi
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Each day I watch the ocean swell
Sometimes with hope, sometimes despair;
The ocean's faces ever change
Like the fashions of their hair:
Monday:
Like a waterfall of brown
Through golden culverts flowing--
Sweeps me far away downstream,
Without her ever knowing.
Tuesday:
Rippled clouds at sunrise,
Supple, damp and red,
Combed out, twisted in a braid,
Or just left loose instead.
Wednesday:
Of her black hair a single strand
Sweeter than Midnight's darkest land;
When it lightens up again,
Its sunrise on a beach of sand.
Thursday:
Like golden floss on top of corn,
Silky, curly, fine,
Rising from a thick, black band
Above blue eyes that shine.
Friday:
Whipped up like a hot souffle,
Luxurious, soft, held loose
With ribbons, combs and perfume,
Tempting like a mousse.
Saturday:
Her pony tail we follow,
Like the Christmas star;
Maybe we're not wise men,
But then, maybe we are.
Sunday:
Her hair flew up out the vent
Like a flame,
When we hit an unmarked bump
(Not big).
The top slid shut,
And her hair almost caught,
So I reached up
And pulled it in quick.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
swallowed in a world of green
creatures hiding below me
watching every move I make
a line leading me down
to the green abyss
fear grows as the color deepens
swallowing me as a whole
electricity kisses my hand as a welcoming gesture
my knuckle covered with small dots
a stain from the kiss
deeper as i go
the line never ends
as i levitate holding my breathe
nothing but green surrounds me
cold water shivers down my body
waking up my nerves to keep me from being hypnotized
by the green eyes
my chest contracts
my signal to leave
the green monster lets me go
as i head up slow
the green lightens
and i see the blue sky draping over me
and as i look down
the green abyss smiles at me
waiting for me to go back
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
You should never make fun of someone else’s beliefs
Where you are right now has less than a few hundred million miles of surface area
You can’t even walk on 70% of it
77 years of life on average if you’re a healthy American
That’s only 4,015 weeks
28,105 days on this small planet floating in a large black mass
You’ve already lived about one eighth of your life
Time won’t stop for you
Your days on this blue marble go by and there’s nothing you can do to stop it
Believing there’s something more is nothing to scoff at
Do you really believe that? they say
Do you really believe there is a man in the sky?
Well since you asked here’s my answer
I believe there is meaning in every day
I believe there is a point to waking up and doing good actions
I believe there is a spirit in emotion
And a metaphysical being who loves me endlessly
Yes
I believe in something more
Now it’s my turn
Do you really believe that?
Do you really believe this whole thing is a scientific coincidence?
A cosmic collision at a specific point
An explosion that created all of this
Perfect atoms with electrons that bond and share
Creating perfect cells with all the right organelles
A process of cellular respiration that coordinates as a perfect opposite to photosynthesis
All to maintain homeostasis,
the so-called “wonder process”
that keeps us all alive
Our bodies preserve an exact temperature, the ocean an exact pH and salinity and the ground an exact resistivity
To keep us all alive
Scientific coincidence
We are all a coincidence?
What about that shooting in Newtown
More than one kid took a gun to his head
and what for?
Why was that so tragic?
The shooter could have been conducting a scientific experiment
What is the basis of right and wrong derived from?
What are feelings derived from?
Don’t tell me it’s science
Don’t tell me that it’s science that makes you cry when you get dumped
Science that breaks your heart when you lose that state championship
Science that lightens your spirit when you go home to your beautiful family after a long hard day
It’s not science
It’s your soul
A soul given to you with a light side and a dark side
A soul with genius thoughts and horrid sins
Genius thoughts you should act on
Horrid sins you may commit anyway
and He will love you
He will forgive you
Will your precious science forgive you?
I wouldn’t force anything on anyone
I wouldn’t question beliefs in science had my faith in God not first been tested
I’m not asking you to believe, whether you do or not won’t affect our relations
I just need to explain
To each his own
So don’t laugh at me
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
With That Smile
When the day has been long
and the troubles last into the night
And then you come to me
With that smile
and everything is suddenly alright
When I feel the weight of the world
upon my shoulders
and let things get under my skin
And then you come to me
With that smile
and I’m ready to try once again
When words or actions of another bring me down
Or if I’m feeling pretty low
And then you come to
With that smile
and I know I’m not alone
When I’m hard on myself
and find it difficult to believe in me
And then you come to
With that smile
and I know I can accomplish anything
Your smile does so many things
it brightens up my day
Your smile is like a promise
that things will be okay
Your smile is all I really need
to ease fear, disappointment or doubt
Your smile lightens my heart
From the first day I held you in my arms
I lost my soul to you
The love of my life
With that magical smile
You and I against the world
LOVE YOU
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
"There is Gift" everyone says,
he is just a mystrious guy to us
that we all have never seen.
But i must i agree it is lovely to
call out his name....
His our "gift" but her "Gift"
a gift that remains still in her
heart.
But i must agree to some little jealousy stuck in me,
for their love makes the world jealous,
their calmness, leads to
compromising.
She smiles all the time we say his name.
She forgives everytime things go wrong.
Our "gift" her "Gift"
his name translated to Zulu "Sipho"
a friend has composed a song.
Gift is the name,
the name of the guy that lightens up her day.
Our "gift" her "Gift"
she so much loves him.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
A giving heart warms the soul
A giving heart calms the seas
A giving heart breaks down walls
A giving heart grows like trees
A giving heart lifts me up
A giving heart lays me down
A giving heart fills my cup
A giving heart touches my crown
A giving heart stopped my tears
A giving heart soothed my fears
A giving heart erases the night
A giving heart lightens my strife
A giving heart stills the waters
A giving heart knows what matters
A giving heart kisses the pain
A giving heart knows no vain
A giving heart stays for love
A giving heart flies like a dove
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
When you smile
You discharge currents
That run through my spine
Flows in my bloodstream
Gladdens my heart
Elates my soul
Lightens my mood
Brightens my day!
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when love is like a dream---we live not exist:>
love
when a skirting golden light sinks the morning room
when a chocolate's mist takes away the gloom
when a song blasts the ear you make a scream
when a coffee's first sip lightens the mind with steam
when a sea races the waves alone dived
when a rainbow kisses a mere the rain skied
when a heart makes a dance
when a landscape stills the stance
when a painted hand dirties the whites
when a moon never fails to shine in sight
when a run feels like the embrace of the winds mint
when a line flows a ray of a poem in every tint
and we live not exist
------ravenfeels
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
The alarm clock rings
and once again
the rooster sings
the morning new.
Slumbering flowers
lift their petals to drink
the drops of dew.
Reliable Sun
vanquishes the darkness
as he lightens the sky.
I see an honored guest
is in the garden,
his tiny nametag reads... butterfly.
But on the other side of town
someone struggles with
addiction.
Habits grab hard,
break will powers in two.
The will becomes won't
and the power is all through.
Satiated,
temporaneously satisfied.
only till the next time the habit has to be gratified.
The victim moves on trying to reassemble his day
Avoid
a crooked roaded relapse,
along the way.
Oh ghost of the host why must repitition repeat the most
and feel so good in its continuation?
Why must familiarity breed the need
for more familiar feelings?
To the point of killing control, sealing a fate,
dealing defeat,
stifle healing.
If your out there guardian soul, spirit helper, what's your roll, your goal?
Guiding with helping hand or let stand the habitualized
habit man.
Isn't there a self preservation station within?
A gland or impulse control button to switch from sin to win?
Even Edgar Allan Poe stubbed his toe on a ten step program trying to get in the door.
Ill-begotten and craven, drunken and unshaven cried the raven...never more.
Guiding spirit it ends here!
No more slave to the crave
or impulse picking from the addiction tree.
The need to repeat and repeat
the pattern becomes a self fulfilling prophesy.
Back to normalacy, complacency,
it's a moderation that one seeks.
To enjoy the ****** of bells, hallalulah wails,
a babies dimpled cheeks.
Can you do that Spirit helper, please.
Let sing the bodies vibration.
No more internal damnation.
No more self flagellation.
Allow to draw power from these words.
Think of this all as an intervention!
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
If you drive down route 235,
the lonely parallel line of route 5,
running through St. Mary's County, Maryland,
between the intersection of Old Three Notch road
and St. Andrew's Church road,
and the liquor store at the corner of Mattapany--
you must do so with a fat wallet,
and a growling stomach,
who barks at the flashing signs
of the sparkling chain restaurants--
wafting their familiar scents out the windows
and onto the busy street.
Utterly beleaguered every which way by these olfactory factories,
your mouth waters and your wallet lightens
as the tantalizing sensations
permeate your vehicle.
So you cave;
another lost soul vacates the street at Restaurant Alley,
under the prowling searchlights
and the intoxicating smells lingering like a dense fog;
You linger in your purgatory with glee.
You exit satisfied, patting your abdominous belly
and lifting your smiling face to the sky
in thanks to the gluttonous gods
who rain down these chain restaurants
from the heavens.
A satisfied sigh seeps out of loose lips,
barely hanging on to your fleshy face,
so ruddy and fat.
You act like your stop was something novel,
like it wasn't routine to acquiesce to these temptations;
you return to your car to continue your roamings
down restaurant alley.
Sadly, a full stomach won't stifle a querying nose,
and your senses are soon at it again;
just as the waiters and waitresses,
cooks and busboys--
are back at the window, leaning outside
with their clamorings and bustlings and cookings--
You pretend to entertain willpower as your copilot,
but even if that were so,
your senses would still be at the wheel,
with your mind bound and gagged in the trunk.
Restaurant Alley goes on for miles and miles and miles,
seemingly endless in the permeating fog of
burgers and pancakes and pasta and chicken and fries and burgers and soda and ice cream and beer and pasta and wine and America and pancakes and steak and appetizers and desserts and entrees and specials and kids menus and burgers and chicken and pasta and fries and burgers and ice cream and salad and burgers and soda and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat!
There's nothing to eat;
there's nothing to do but eat in Restaurant Alley,
on route 235 in St. Mary's County, Maryland.
So fasten your seat belt,
and loosen your waist belt,
and take a doomed trip down the endless roadway--
where you are dragged, shackled to food chains
that haul you from the perdition that is the lobby's waiting room
to be seated with loved ones at the mercy seat of Ambrosia.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
To the Shooting Star and Back
I wish,
I wish
To the Shooting Star and Back
I close my eyes and make a wish upon a wish
To the Shooting Star and Back
I feel like Tinker Bell,
As the room lightens up magically
like a fairy tale
To the Shooting Star and Back
I know my wish will come true,
For I am a magical fairy who can make anyone's wish come true.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
There's beauty in the little things.
I lay next to you.
And see the hair on your arm.
I see how it lightens in the summer.
I see how it stands when you get goosebumps.
And how it gets matted down when you sweat.
Sweat.
I see it beading on your face.
I can feel it.
wet on your back.
It comes when you are hot.
And it comes slowly beneath your heavy winter coat.
As you laugh with the snowflakes.
Laugh.
Your laugh is big and bright.
You laugh when something is funny.
You laugh at silly things.
It's your own language,
That comes from your heart.
Heart.
Your heart beats.
As if it were your own song.
It tells me you're living.
It beats fast.
I can feel it when you're pressed against me.
I could fall asleep to its thump every night.
Perfectly in tune with your breath.
Breath.
I can feel your breath on my skin.
It tickles my neck.
And gives me a safe feeling.
Your breath looks like a dragons.
As you step out into the wide wintery world.
And your breath is hot as you laugh in the summertime sun.
And it is beautiful.
Just like you.
Just like us.
And as I notice all these little things
I notice something else.
I notice you are all I want.
All I want forever.
I want your
Thin arm hair
I want your
Sweat
I want your
Laugh
I want your
Heart
And I want your
Breath
I want all of you.
Now and forever.
And we will grow to be even more beautiful than the little things that keep me holding on.
You are my world. You are my sweat and my laugh and my heart and my breath. You are someone who makes me.
Makes me complete.
And you make me more and more complete with every breath, laugh, and heartbeat.
Someday it will stop.
Your heartbeat.
Your breath.
Your laugh.
Your sweat and arm hair.
And I pray
That I will be
Long gone
Before that day.
So I won't have to indulge
In the great pain I will feel
When losing you.
When losing my heart.
My laugh.
My sweat and breath.
When losing My little thing, that means everything.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
the sky over i-95 is violet, the color of the deepest bruise
like the one you actually remember getting, that eclipsed
all the little gray-green ones from
tripping over belgian blocks, and mismeasuring the distance
to the doorframe.
the sky over i-95 cannot hold water very long
and soon it doesn’t.
you look out the new-car window
silent windshield wipers and you remember
the other times it’s rained on your occasion
(with stinging peroxide sometimes, and
sometimes gasoline, when you had a match
in the glovebox,
but mostly water).
you never stopped liking the way the big trees swayed
in the not-quite-hurricane
or the deafening of the drops on the car’s aluminum backbone.
you used to trust they’d never fall, they’d never flood
the crashes you passed rubbernecking were never fatal
traffic would always clear
you’d never be late.
as you watch the oversized leaves support the waterweight today
you think how every bit of that is gone from you now
siphoned slowly and quietly but
unmistakably gone from you now
you think in matter-of-fact sentences because you are a grown-up:
“I do not trust the trees. I do not trust the raindrops.”
quieter you think
“I do not trust the future. I do not trust an empty building.
I do not trust the movie theater. I do not trust the ocean,
or the river. I do not trust water
when I can’t see the bottom.”
you get a little philosophical as you get hungry and the exit numbers get high
“I do not trust the highway. I do not trust me. I do not trust the curtains
to keep me safe when I sleep, and I do not trust waking to bring me morning.”
you think in matter-of-fact sentences because you are a grown-up,
but also because that’s how the thoughts come.
there’s something that you do trust
that’s enough to warm you as this unseasonable may
comes to a close.
you never stopped liking the way the big trees swayed
and you think how they might fall
but they haven’t yet.
you think how it’s kind of okay not to trust them:
you trust something else.
(pain is lucrative.
so is smiling.)
a female cardinal perches outside the window of
the room, just as you arrive to leave again
and you think how she's just as pretty as the
candy-apple-red male, though she's dark against the tree trunk
and when you’re back to celebrate the years since leaving
you might even trust that tree trunk
and the girlcardinal you have to squint to see
you might also trust morning, then,
and night.
meantime, the sky lightens:
sundrops while the rain comes loudly still.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
my yellow eyes roll
as salt slides from the sides
of yours.
these sobs,
these sobs are familar
to me.
clearly etched into my memory.
it was the same with She,
that red-headed *********
it was the same with Nature's Criminal,
and every pore of her persian skin.
my yellow eyes return,
and my stomach turns,
and my muscles tighten,
and my smile lightens,
and my burden builds,
all the while,
your limbs twitch,
your lips stitch,
and your eyes run scared.
all the while,
my cancerous tongue lay still.
as your accusations
ricochet and fall flimsily all
around me.
i sharpen my teeth on the notches
of your spine.
remind you,
you were once wholly mine.
silence the cries.
tell you everything is fine.
your blood begins to flow.
the worst of me you get to know.
i'm a monster.
i'm a ******
i'm a plaster cast
of your prince charming.
let the yellow eyes roll.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
The clicking sound of the car door locks is quite audible as we round the corner and drive through the city night. Fear doesn't strike the heart but it lives in the mind. It casts a long, dizzying shadow like a charcoal mistake staining the page. It can't be erased but lightens only a little. Its dangerous claws try to grasp at all it can latch onto. You may slip from its grip physically but Fear still has a hold on you mentally.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC