"mellowness" poems
Okay guys, this is going to be a romantic poem as I was in a fresh mood after I woke up. I dreamed about my ideal girl and in this poem I'm going to describe her.
The Kohl In Her Eyes
The Bangles In Her Wrists
The Anklets In Her Legs
Are All Golden
The Sweetness Of Her Choice
The Mellowness Of Her Voice
The Callowness Of Her Rejoice
Are All Elven
The Divinity In Her Face
The Uniformity In Her Grace
The Words In Her Praise
Are All Woven
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 6:10 AM UTC
Okay guys, this is going to be a romantic poem as I was in a fresh mood after I woke up. I dreamed about my ideal girl and in this poem I'm going to describe her.
The Kohl In Her Eyes
The Bangles In Her Wrists
The Anklets In Her Legs
Are All Golden
The Sweetness Of Her Choice
The Mellowness Of Her Voice
The Callowness Of Her Rejoice
Are All Elven
The Divinity In Her Face
The Uniformity In Her Grace
The Words In Her Praise
Are All Woven
But in no way does this poem means to indicate otherwise about my stand about the institution of marriage. I still remain of the opinion that marriage is not for me. This is just a poem. Peace. :-)
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
With a "STARTLED" Jolt at my breakfast table !! The Headlines SCREAMED out at Me,,,,, "F A V O R S* TO BE SHUTTERED " This was a Bit-Much I thought. "FAVORS" was to be closed for good and no one even had the Gall to call and tell Me ! "ME" the Very FIRST customer and the most steady since the Major Grand Opening>> ten years ago_____"TO THE DAY" ! To the Day?? GOD, that sure seems strange, What are the odds of that happening, I Pondered? While Delaying Pondering, I decided to read the OBITUARY regarding FAVORS. Hmmmm, , Let's see, You've got to be kidding, they are taking out the tables , My Favorite FIRST. And my Goodness, even the Wine, wonder if I got the last bottle of that 1953 Fracioussa ?? A taste of such Mellowness and lingering Kindness ! Kindness surely isn't what has caused the DEMISE of
FAVORS" . Demise of such a GRAND Place "Was-Not" left to chance, someone has deliberately caused this Tragic End of Such Magnificance ! A TEAR IS ABOUT TO "WET" the page NOW ___,but___the phone rings and my thoughts are brought to it. It is a Mysterious call, some strange Voice, Telling Me to *HURRY on down to "FAVORS"___"RIGHT-NOW" !! Now?? "YES-NOW" !!So, on to FAVORS, to watch them take out the tables, and yes take out the wine of that favorite place of Mine!! As I step out of my CRAFT and onto the MONOLINE, the Hustling, bustling of the crowds, reminds me of the longing of that "FAVORITE PLACE OF MINE"
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
Amor non discitur, amor cognoscitur, sed id non animadvertis donec amorem invenis
She is the high point of the seasons bringing mellowness and relaxation to my world
With more beauty than October's sunset sky, she has an aura of charm, elegance and harmony
Her understanding nature brings balance to my life
She is the wind that keeps my fire ablaze with her divine smile, soothing voice, affectionate hugs and tender kisses
But cools my fury before all is scorched and burned
She is my world
Amor aeternus
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
Unmovable Unchangeable
A worthiness a standard is deposited in your inner being all other elements in life will ebb and flow but
Your essence will be darkened by sorrow but from this tragedy and sorrow riches will tower a streaming
Blessedness will flow it will instantly engage another who has just suffered loss seen unseen words and
Actions will with the deftest touch a kindness soaked in mellowness will be communicated in silence to
The heart who has just suffered the bitter harvest of sorrow the gripping real a special irreplaceable
Someone has departed to walk on a different plane for them purest light your circumstance darkest
sorrow cold as Everest you are left ripped not only of all outward cover but inward has there ever been
Such savage destruction the healthy norm now ravaged the spiritual heart ripped apart it was complete
It was formed by love alone no other sculptor is more honered to work with such substance he makes
Their face those eyes the transfiguring part of human connection truly souls merge together here in this
Special stream vision multifaceted feelings weighted the heavier the deeper the depths where
Emotional ties are created from pleasures these springs of the heart you come in emptiness you leave
With these volumes ballooned ever stirring thoughts the very impulses that make them the person you
Know this feed of expressions do they not cause an unending joy that spills at different times sometimes
Just a slow pleasant entailing then at other times a roar of engulfing and at times it happens when your
Tide is low they instinctively trigger this from their register of mercy a unity that is boundless truly you
Have small oceans within I see it in the workaday world but like the song behind closed doors magic
Fire you reach heavenly heights explorers rewarded in human feeling that can’t be bought and are never
Sold truly kings and queen of a great domain in the hidden soul you have truly roped the wind and
Touched stars as you hovered under them holding hands who can doubt God when you exhibit his very
Essence through the love you found and it causes unfathomable assurances holding hands is the same
As a great dam holding water but yours is holding never ending love
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sunshine on the windows catching my eye
Fresh and lovely just like you
Filling the world with bright mellowness
Polishing the blue sky as it passes
Feeling warm and melting the morning mist
Drifting clouds waving as they bye
Deep feelings of love that overwhelm me
Sadness that we are apart today even though
We are never separated, always one
Thoughts of you invade my mind constantly
Missing your touch and voice in my ear
Yearning for home-time when you’ll be back
Gracing my vision once more
Reflections of my life vivid yet peaceful
Thankful of events and happenings
Loving you is all I need and want
Simple contentment and happiness
You by my side, together in the sunshine.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
I open my mouth and
No heads turn
What am I to do
If I can't be heard
Do I level mountains
Or raise waves?
It's not in my nature
It's not my way
I can't help my mellowness
I can't help my gentle sway
I want to be seen
Seen as me
Seen for what I can't show
For what I can't feel
Asking for what I don't have?
What I can't be
I'd rather die
Leave me be
So I hold it all in
The tumult and the fray
How could I ask for help
When when I open my mouth
No heads turn
And I'm left echoing into space
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 2:00 AM UTC
I saw a vision I stood in modern time on my feet but in the spirit I stood only where immortals breathe in
The sacred land of ancient days the Native American people came to life before my eyes there was a
River nameless but of truth the mighty Euphrates or more correctly the river of life heavy and rich
Were these waters glory stood bank to bank the mesquite and cotton wood seemed to be made of
Silk they flowed dreamlike as flags over a free land the day was far spent and in the dying sun she came
To bathe but not in the natural waters but her quest was to worship the great spirit in which all true
Cleansing occurs she wore the dress of her people white doe skin with red and turquoise bead work
And her reddish skin did glow she sent a treble across the distance to where I stood when she lifted her
Hands of faith and hope skyward in surrender beauty untold before materialized upon the burnished
Sand all of nature fell silent as she called on the Great Spirit stillness took on new meaning vastness was
Restricted drawn back from it natural means to this tiny spot of ground the air charged with the deep
Longing of her soul the trees crackled as heavy mist descended mellowness pervaded this place made
The wood the rarified earthy throne of God himself as she spoke oh the face shown with uncustomary
Wonder did the unexplained become common knowledge for her it did in this grand display of
Emotional release she bridled the breeze before horses were ever found in this land she drew heaven
Down all was quiet and empty in this clearing and she filled it with noble words that honored Him who
Deserves all praise we live on error and garbage when we should be feasting on spiritual riches to know
All that is yours it takes you joining this Indian maiden come not rehearsed and filled with self but as the
Lowy penitent subscriber for his free gifts these most treasured thoughts came as I watched a young
Woman praising our great father remarkable circumstances that are your birthright if you only exercise
Them God bless you
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Her dreams are washing away with the tides of the sea
The words inscribed in her heart are drifting
Away in a glass bottle, safe but solitary
Her gaze is steady and the mellowness of
The sun’s sweet warmth is soothing the pain in her
One lone figure upon the sands
Abandoned by the presence of her destiny
Their time gone now like a drop of rain
On top of the world for a moment but shattering
When it collides with reality
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
Where Eagles Soar
Fade not light the rear of night’s blackness so dims all the beauty that light gives and surrounds us so
Placed to draw and because the effects of appreciation we spill out of homes seek the wild in natures
Trails the dappled sun dances on the leaves oh how tension it does relieve we without exception do
Blend into Each shade drenched undergrowth there moods do their best broods to reign in our thoughts
to give
A halt to measures sometimes this act can increase even enhance experience you zero in instead of
Allowing the mind to disperse in all directions but to define to outline the loveliness of form particulars
Separated for detail and the penetrating gaze these moments are catalogs of special meaning as they
Collect and permeate the soul wonder lastly invades broken and bruised affected areas mellowness will
Surge through the entire being the spirit soars unexpectedly richness moves in like the mist all division
Is harnessed now it becomes a benevolent power that can be driven either great distances or to the
Heights of splendor there you lay down the thoughts that war and allow peace to transcend all
Difficulties only victors hold the heights by clouds and windy delights see and know as the eagle shows
Vistas expanses that ridicule limitations go ahead and soar you’re only touching how your future will be
In company of angels that will no longer be hidden from the royal family now your birthright is known to
All from the golden crown to the righteous robe with the royal crest a coat of arms that bears the word
Mercy depicted through a crown of thorns not dripping with blood but that are blooming with the Rose
Of Sharon with the earth as the background shinning in the brightest light
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
Rhapsody Told
The wild tempered without with a demure conscious knowing with the slightest effort a
Flame explodes from the red hair to the soul of her feet extolling virtue that is volcanic at anytime
Eruption the fire sprays out over everything for a time it consumes then with the act of a fiery dancer moving
To the somber beat the longer she twirls it begins to subside the super charged body retreats into
Mellowness but the facts are known now you prize her more but with caution you both hold the reigns
As hearts race with excitement in moments it could be continued calm or white water either way life is
Enriched you don’t have need of searching for the next thrill just look into those deep burning eyes
There not to be trusted for ordinary display they say come and ride the wild wind a tempest stirs within
My breast hold my hand we will escape together to the islands of the sea stand at the edge darkness just
Beyond the natives savage fire match his moves as he sways and then more violent his actions become
There is the time when you let go and become prime evil raw gratitude expressed brings life full circle
You return to the accustomed expected norm but on the inside the beat of drums that are foreign
Continue to hold you fascinated and bound customary moors are abridged the soul quickens with
Delight bring on the night it just feels right when I hold you tight the grand totality of freedom gives us
A soaring we leave the plainness of earthen ground behind to catch the wind in our teeth take out large
Bites the night air stirs up what could be if you have the courage to grasp it is it thunder or is our hearts
Exploding what vistas we behold canyons and rivers lie below somehow there is a story being told it comes into our
Knowing freeing minds no guessing now articulation speaks with clearest words some never know this
Reality lies dormant all you do is stoke the coals and say come with me dear wife the night is alive it
Belongs to lovers bold the day is for working the night is for loving bliss
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 1:37 PM UTC
White Dove
I saw a vision I stood in modern time on my feet but in the spirit I stood only where immortals breathe in
The sacred land of ancient days the Native American people came to life before my eyes there was a
River nameless but of truth the mighty Euphrates or more correctly the river of life heavy and rich
Were these waters glory stood bank to bank the mesquite and cotton wood seemed to be made of
Silk they flowed dreamlike as flags over a free land the day was far spent and in the dying sun she came
To bathe but not in the natural waters but her quest was to worship the great spirit in which all true
Cleansing occurs she wore the dress of her people white doe skin with red and turquoise bead work
And her reddish skin did glow she sent a treble across the distance to where I stood when she lifted her
Hands of faith and hope skyward in surrender beauty untold before materialized upon the burnished
Sand all of nature fell silent as she called on the Great Spirit stillness took on new meaning vastness was
Restricted drawn back from it natural means to this tiny spot of ground the air charged with the deep
Longing of her soul the trees crackled as heavy mist descended mellowness pervaded this place made
The wood the rarified earthy throne of God himself as she spoke oh the face shown with uncustomary
Wonder did the unexplained become common knowledge for her it did in this grand display of
Emotional release she bridled the breeze before horses were ever found in this land she drew heaven
Down all was quiet and empty in this clearing and she filled it with noble words that honored Him who
Deserves all praise we live on error and garbage when we should be feasting on spiritual riches to know
All that is yours it takes you joining this Indian maiden come not rehearsed and filled with self but as the
Lowy penitent subscriber for his free gifts these most treasured thoughts came as I watched a young
Woman praising our great father remarkable circumstances that are your birthright if you only exercise
Them God bless you
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
I saw a vision I stood in modern time on my feet but in the spirit I stood only where immortals breathe in
The sacred land of ancient days the Native American people came to life before my eyes there was a
River nameless but of truth the mighty Euphrates or more correctly the river of life heavy and rich
Were these waters glory stood bank to bank the mesquite and cotton wood seemed to be made of
Silk they flowed dreamlike as flags over a free land the day was far spent and in the dying sun she came
To bathe but not in the natural waters but her quest was to worship the great spirit in which all true
Cleansing occurs she wore the dress of her people white doe skin with red and turquoise bead work
And her reddish skin did glow she sent a treble across the distance to where I stood when she lifted her
Hands of faith and hope skyward in surrender beauty untold before materialized upon the burnished
Sand all of nature fell silent as she called on the Great Spirit stillness took on new meaning vastness was
Restricted drawn back from it natural means to this tiny spot of ground the air charged with the deep
Longing of her soul the trees crackled as heavy mist descended mellowness pervaded this place made
The wood the rarified earthy throne of God himself as she spoke oh the face shown with uncustomary
Wonder did the unexplained become common knowledge for her it did in this grand display of
Emotional release she bridled the breeze before horses were ever found in this land she drew heaven
Down all was quiet and empty in this clearing and she filled it with noble words that honored Him who
Deserves all praise we live on error and garbage when we should be feasting on spiritual riches to know
All that is yours it takes you joining this Indian maiden come not rehearsed and filled with self but as the
Lowy penitent subscriber for his free gifts these most treasured thoughts came as I watched a young
Woman praising our great father remarkable circumstances that are your birthright if you only exercise
Them God bless you
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
endless
mellowness,
c o m e
dress in a mirror.
draw soft glares
across the surface
(and surface someone.)
endless song
drum me notes,
but not so hard!
s l o w d o w n .
listen to the thundering bass
pushing our breath through our mouths
and shaking our hair and bones
like the footsteps of some great thing
that suffices to vibrate our bodies across the surface
like weightless toys.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 9:19 AM UTC
Visions of angels calling me to them
Gasping for breath in that icy water
Panicking terror overwhelming me
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say.
Visions of demons calling me to them
Screaming in pain in that fiery pit
Calm mellowness overcoming me
I know what to do
I know what to say.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
Acid notes have just begun;
When the mellowness is gone,
Acrid memories linger on.
Embrace the rush into unknowns,
Treasure pleasure's fleeting tones,
Know sorrows come when they are gone.
Pile up the dulcet memories;
In summer load your treasuries;
Lay up the sweetnesses of life
To feast upon in coming strife.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
.
.Youth is light,
Breaking across
The tired world.
Light is sharing,
In youth like the air,
Each breath a bloom
From some new flower,
Lost in true wilderness,
Of light, each cut shine,
Is sheered with others
Youthful as enlighted
Ones under heaven.
And tired souls smile
As they watch light
Grow, for tired light
Knows, each day
Was a gift of sight,
As the elder beams
Slowly fade into so,
Such, a western sky
With old mellowness
Of promised comings,
Weary lords to make,
Newborns, rebirthed,
Freshly, rawly on high.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Gentle love is a touch
An instant fix to a dull day
Please put just your finger on my hand
Merited I hope..
Proud am I to have your love
So grateful for small elements
In the worlds bother
You can cure me
Fix my frayed soul
And smooth out my trepidations
Heal my split day
Melt my heart
Take the small breeze
That wraps around me
The breeze of your love
Cooling and calming
In my youth I knew you
I knew you would come for me
I waited and waited whilst you trod softly
Your fairy steps on the grass
May you be fulfilled
As the bee in the flower
The fresh wave that consumes the sand
Like s tranquil stroke of love
I' didn't always have your heart
But since we've been one
The setting sun no longer
Rests hard on the horizon of hope
Break through the nights peace
With simple birdsong
The melody of togetherness
Makes waking an adventure of magnificence
Smile as we sit looking away
Fading edges blur our dancing hearts
The mellowness of summer
Overrides the harshness of winter
Our spring and newly borne spirit
Is gathering energy and love
Wrapped in natural measures
To enjoy as we might
For my Jan
I love you as always ***
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
Times of our lives
Birth to twelve the copper years when you can buy candy for a penny smiles come easily all magical avenues are open to you
Twelve to eighteen the green years when you are as a tender shoot growing taking on a hardness that serves you well
Eighteen to thirty five different shades of blue gray white and coming of age confusion you get a little blue white crystal clear
Thirty five to fifty five the silver time when your hair proceeds to tell of life its pleasure and its troubles all children restore peace
Fifty five to the gate this is when you find and see the gold in self and in others mellowness the edge softens true gold riches
The gate of pearl and beyond the lighting years it is as bright as a lighting flash and as exciting life races through the cosmos
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Oh, to be so vulnerable
I trusted you so much
You lifted my shirt, and I thought you saw my soul
Your touch was painful
Oh, to be so vulnerable
To say the beauty I hold
And say I look good in white, not gold
I trusted you with my body
Oh, to be so vulnerable
Even the dunes slope next to the shore
But my love dimmed no more
Isn't love supposed to be tolerable
Oh, to be so vulnerable
I wasn't aware addiction could be a caprice
For touch, there was never a price
But then you left, and I felt the mellowness
of hands without its fellowship
Oh, to be so tied
To want to stray but never hide
To feel the fear but not the wrongs
To feel the stabs but not see the blood
The Finest Act in God's way
Was to make a tune
never to be played
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
Mellow. Like a cloud
If that's right
To be compared to
It's how i feel
It's my anger and sorrow
It's the fire and rain
All that fills my heart
A heart of darkness
So meaningless
Everything that has happened
None of it mattered
The people didn't
The *******
The hatred burns
Lava overflowing the cloud
The mellow cloud
I've turned into a psychopath
I think, because of the mellowness
I feel nothing even though
I should feel these feelings
I know i should push through
She said i could
But **** her
I want to die
I never belonged
But now it's even more
Evident
Cold, everyone has been to me
Cold, when i'm dead, i'll be
Cold, i feel nothing
**** be killed
It matters not
To me
I feel nothing
Just mellow
Like a cloud
No thunder
No lightning
No rain
Just white and fluffy
Feeling nothing
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
I would pine with another in our resting by an older tree under the mellowness of the fields while listening to words of feeling, we are rising with the pages of our lives soon to be lived and later penned in the books of the hereafter and us.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC