"mildness" poems
the sun was shining so bright that day, peeking through my windows. i felt the sunlight burned my fragile skin and my heart continued to beat. walls of insecurities and emptiness vanished when i saw his eyes in the morning sun. his smile was full of mildness and brought me into a sweet melody of tranquility. he touched my hand and i felt the sunflowers inside my lungs are dancing in the bloomy atmosphere.
the clock keeps ticking and i woke up and i realized that you are not next to me anymore. all those scenarios i made inside my colored mind never exist, and it was just a daydream away. you did not love me and you are gone, just softly leave. but your voice was still humming inside my soul and i pictured your laughter perfectly in my 2 am thoughts before i go to sleep.
those summer days are over, my dear. those rhythms and happy voices are booming in my everlasting memories. i felt so grateful to know you in my life, beautiful boy. thank you and goodbye.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Poems mean a lot to me
indeed a very lot you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all the lines
love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
the best medicine for our health
they say is also wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant
love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
a country full of peace, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside
My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like painting
writing essays, listening to music, and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, accounting, telebanking, and playing chess
in London and Serfaus, going to musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, making love while driving
how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, walking, running, and the music to the ear
really very simple, your love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware
but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
then posting them for your most beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take it for granted but must strife
we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strength, but it's your addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin
in the end my heart and being will constantly say Amen
© Sylvia Frances Chan
15th August 2013 -
5.21 hrs a.m. WETime
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
In real life I don't have the courage to utter all these words. By stringing them together, I can get these phrases. I am most amazed what poetry made possible, you can read it in: The Audacity of a Poem
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Poems mean a lot to me
since it is reciprocal you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all these lines
love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
always getting in
the best specialist for our health
they say is also The wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant
love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
a country peaceful, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside
My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like humming
writing essays, feedbacking, listening to music,
and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, bank-scanning, and chess
in London and Serfaus, musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, love while driving
how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, driving fastest, and the music to the ear
really very simple, love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware
but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
posting them for my beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take for granted but must strife
we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strenght, but it's addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin
in the end my heart and being will constantly see
my one and faithful Man,
for Thy most precious gift, I say to Thee
thank You, my Lord. Amen (fon.: A-'men)
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
on the villa's balcony, smell of Chanel on papillae
an old siamese cat lays, while a soaked diary takes her rest
for the fountain pen's ink had smell of faint success.
the sugar smell like snow
a spilled tea smelt of rose
diving into mildness and hollows
the odeur follows;
alas! a hail of thunders had came like swords,
it had smell of blood, of rust and warmth;
but the earth smells fancy, and my flowers are in love.
in light, and in truth,
the red white days, balmy as bright weather
will peter, in no such way.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
Imagine a world with plenty of air
Which doesn't care less
That your lungs strive with pain.
Imagine a world filled with sunrise
Which doesn't care less
That your eyes cry senseless.
Imagine this kind of water
Which doesn't bring mildness
To your dry, dusted lips.
Imagine the world I imagine...
Sights painted with unknown,
Words in brackets tortured and thrown,
Twisted sounds in mirrorr unfolded,
Lies in black bags, stories untold
Thoughts like salted sands, fears unhold.
There are many the things I see
In the "too many things I can't see".
I imagine too much, too many at a time -
Then reality falls in a deep distress.
Imagine a world with air, water and sunrise
Or create our own universe
Which doesn't care less.
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
Save me from this ailing sudate disdain
To pursue an oath to ordain,
Crimson dark stains yet uncertain.
Beneath a soul’s secret door to obtain
Pure pardon from this wretched torment and pain,
The sickening impudence…an implication!
Yet I try that Grace, Harmony and Love may win,
What am i…but a travailing mortal machine
Taking flight from this mundane plight to become even.
I plead that this conscious with mildness can reckon
In awe I cry out…
“Please don’t forsake me divine Logos”
In dilapidated pieces without price am torn
Helpless and lost behind the aisle,
Not more than an infantile person
Searching for a comfy path back home,
Sad but at times to admit the autism awoken.
In solitary at the center of crossroads
Were do I turn to run?
My heart so weak and slain without feign.
I have judged without concern
To satisfy an ego unknown,
On my stifles I now implore of the Passion
That she may patch-up for a peaceable Parturition.
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 5:40 AM UTC
Like the melodies of rainfall,
you give me a serenity
Like the smell of spring green grass,
you fill my heart with smiles
Like a brush of pastel colors in canvas,
you give me a mildness around my wall
Like a rhythm of the blue waves,
you complete me with a tranquility
And in the winter days
you make me feel so warm
like a bonfire in a dark wood
lighten up and warming up at the same time
And you make my heart blooms
Like daisies in a white meadow
they are humming a melody
as you greet them with a bright smile
And I know you do not realize it
but when I see you, you remind me with the sun
But no,
you're not a sun who makes my eyes go blind,
you're a moonlight who lights me up
even in the darkest time
But the moon has so many flaws,
and I don't see one in your soul
so I think you're not a moonlight
Then I think again and again,
And I find it.
You may not be my sun,
or my fire,
or even my moonlight,
But you are my world, and will always be my world.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
To the town of Atienza, Molina's brave Alcayde,
The courteous and the valorous, led forth his bold brigade.
The Moor came back in triumph, he came without a wound,
With many a Christian standard, and Christian captive bound.
He passed the city portals, with swelling heart and vein,
And towards his lady's dwelling he rode with slackened rein;
Two circuits on his charger he took, and at the third,
From the door of her balcony Zelinda's voice was heard.
"Now if thou wert not shameless," said the lady to the Moor,
"Thou wouldst neither pass my dwelling, nor stop before my door.
Alas for poor Zelinda, and for her wayward mood,
That one in love with peace should have loved a man of blood!
Since not that thou wert noble I chose thee for my knight,
But that thy sword was dreaded in tournay and in fight.
Ah, thoughtless and unhappy! that I should fail to see
How ill the stubborn flint and the yielding wax agree.
Boast not thy love for me, while the shrieking of the fife
Can change thy mood of mildness to fury and to strife.
Say not my voice is magic--thy pleasure is to hear
The bursting of the carbine, and shivering of the spear.
Well, follow thou thy choice--to the battle-field away,
To thy triumphs and thy trophies, since I am less than they.
****** thy arm into thy buckler, gird on thy crooked brand,
And call upon thy trusty squire to bring thy spears in hand.
Lead forth thy band to skirmish, by mountain and by mead,
On thy dappled Moorish barb, or thy fleeter border steed.
Go, waste the Christian hamlets, and sweep away their flocks,
From Almazan's broad meadows to Siguenza's rocks.
Leave Zelinda altogether, whom thou leavest oft and long,
And in the life thou lovest forget whom thou dost wrong.
These eyes shall not recall thee, though they meet no more thine own,
Though they weep that thou art absent, and that I am all alone."
She ceased, and turning from him her flushed and angry cheek,
Shut the door of her balcony before the Moor could speak.
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Pure snow,
which I have awaited all through winter
had resigned itself to mildness.
when the consistency of masked face
endue the only smile
with engraving in persistence
In undecipherable season,
and for the misunderstood person;
still,
I nurse my wistfulness
of being the last drop of innocence;
if there is an hourglass
holds your adolescence
The enshrinement
in the Trevi Fountain of my heart
is the ripple that you dimpled,
like the growing annual ring,
and also the invariable finger print.
写在早春
我等了一冬的雪
让位于温暖；
是一贯的面无表情
让一笑成为烙印
读不透的季节
读不透的人
我愿做你年华沙漏中
最后一颗天真
我的许愿池
还珍藏着你种下的涟漪
像增长的年轮
像永恒的指纹
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Sick of the lies and hopeless dreams of youth
I'd give it all to realize the one and only Truth
Sick of compromising with allowances of regret
I knew you before we ever met
Because, inside, I'm you, you're me
It's been so since before eternity
A bit of the one inside the other
One and the same, we are the lovers
Duality, polarity, dawn the crystal clarity
Find the balance between mildness and severity
Opposites attract, but dissonance detracts
Seek to realign and catch it in the act
Before the balance shifts and tilts the scale
The Sun shines bright, the Moon glows pale
Yet each has its place, outside as well as in...
There is no Darkness without Light, no Virtue without Sin.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
You wouldn't believe me
even if I told the truth.
You wouldn't see a darkness
in my soul which you have
painted as light, as pure.
My role is that of an
innocent woman,
that of one with mild
tendencies,
that of one with
of stinging words,
and deliberate opinions.
No one ever sees
how dark I am.
They see the flux of
light that I have to offer.
They don't know the secrets
which I keep.
I'm too kind, I'm too simple,
I'm too sweet, but that's my
stellar performance on stage.
It's where I take my blossoming
breaths, where I indulge
myself in act one,
enabling myself a
break before act two
and before
the grand finale.
It never ends, for the
dramatic monologue
is of a continuous cycle of both
expectations and mildness that
I uphold.
Darkness. It's there.
You just don't see it.
No one sees it with
people like us.
The most innocent hide
the most complex secrets,
The most innocent hide
the darkest secrets, but
no one sees them until it's
too late.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
The prophecies have an odd habit
To lurk inbetween scribblings and then mingle
the good wishes into a mashed goofy mind ala moi
God - how I wanted to meet you. You, the noble scholar
An oriental dreamer. Son of a man who made comics
Look nice. Now - I have anticipated a longing long
Lettre.
Or a notion you have read his words. Yet. It's not about realising; This wilderness.
The paper relief is not equal to a ravishing beauty..your wisdom, your passionate thunderstorms within your mind and a non dual complecancy to : your eternal gazes ...
I would be honoured to experience this wondrous mildness
Your arms holding me tight and loosely addictive.
Oh - to melt within your yang.
Yin
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
There are those possessing the kind of beauty with which you cannot be born.
It is not pined after, bought, taught, or painted on...
but the rough around the edges kind of worn.
For to become it one must know strife and sadness, fear and yet still uninhabited wildness..
To be melted, corroded, and then shaped again by the earth where she lay-
like clay but out of the dirt-
It is never made and left to be with an air of mildness.
Like a broken vase, whose shards become a mosaic held back together with gold,
It's the honesty in fragility, the new-found strength and even glimmer in all of her cracks.
The warrior who tattoos every scar into vines symbolizing the growth
forever enfolding her soul.
You earn that kind of beauty when you realize-
you can not be empty and are too much of everything to be a fraction of anything
so there is only to be whole.
That is raw.
That is real.
That is really beautiful.
-This one is for my Mom.
The strongest one I know.-
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
The other side of the previous sonnet.
(sonnet #MMMLXXXIX)
Mists softly romance clumps of distant trees,
Their naked dark grey limbs clothed in that veil
Of hazy white 'neath tender blue skies' pale
Cheer, while the golden light warms by degrees
December's barren vistas, winds a tease
Whose mildness gently breathes a hope too frail
To live beyond the sunset, each detail
From green lawns' worn expanse to heavn, at ease.
I used to lose myself here, every sigh
A fond caress I revelled in...'til you
Taught me to see past all which sweetly vie
For notice, vaprous dreams no longer true
As I rest me in who'd more satisfy
Than these, lost in your love and happier too.
01Dec13b
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Sometimes in summer
when roots find no water
leaves wither, fade, and fall,
but with the rain
new buds, new leaves appear.
Sometimes after a forest fire
fresh green will push out of charred wood,
the ash of the old leaves
fertilising the new.
Sometimes in the thick of winter,
sudden mildness may stir the sap.
Precocious leaves may not resist frost's return,
but another spring will come.
Sometimes there is no hope
until spring comes.
Sometimes there is hope
despite everything.
Sometimes spring comes
more than once.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Are not thou supremely good and wise,
Imparting these prodigious gifts - not in vain,
What wonders are reserved inside the breadcrumbs reign?
Amidst the breadcrumbs - the arguments have shown
Such truth’s only given to guide us all home.
Your visions’ mildness I shall not condemn,
Taking up my pen to force your diadem.
'Tis true, Q grants the people what most they crave,
Even more perhaps - than mortals ought to save -
For lavish grants suppose the monarchs were all tamed
With more than goodness than my wit can proclaim.
But when should good people strive their bonds to break?
If not when evil tyrants are negligent or weak?
Let Q give on till he can give no more,
‘Lest we find ourselves homeless and poor -
And to every shekel which Q can retrieve,
Shall it cost a limb, a choice - or a prerogative?
To supply new plots, shall be not my core,
Nor to plunge us deep in some expensive war,
Which, our treasures were never meant to supply,
We must, with our remaining kinship, refuse to buy.
Oh faithful friends forget our jealousies and fears
Call on each other to solve the issues, don’t rejoice in tears.
Whom amongst us, when our aid is torn,
Shall be left naked and left to public scorn?
Are we not the next successor, whom we fear and hate -
If we allow these obnoxious leaders of state
To turn all virtue into nigh and overthrow
And denounce all righteousness both good and foe?
Q’s right, they fight for sums of personal gold,
The collateral is all of us to be pawned and sold -
Like sheep to the slaughter, Where We Go One We Go All.
They corrupt their titles into law,
If not, we the people have the right to reign supreme.
We did not make them the kings, these kings are made by them -
An empire has no power unless that empire has trust -
And without trust, it can no longer be just.
Take them all down for the general good redesigned,
In their own wrong any nation cannot be defined.
In altering that, we the people can be relieved,
Better the evil ones suffer, than all nations grieve.
We all know their evilness their sins they chose,
God was their king, and God they durst depose.
Call now on your own piety, your spiritual, filial name,
It is our right, to be fearless and let us build our own futures’ flame.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
You could call it as hopeless
But look around, you could see
Brightness in behaft of mildness
You are beautiful as a stars at night
Your wonderful like the full moon you see
Even i could tell your deserving to be glory
Now tell me if there's still
Demon around you
Im here to be your Guardian Angel
I'll be your shield until my last breath.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
All throughout the wilderness
Are hiding, playing deer
Emanating mildness
Wherever they appear
Radiating tenderness
Whenever they are near
Eyes shining with happiness
When they frolic with their dear
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
(Mansuetude: mildness, gentleness)
Moon and Sun
are reflections
of the quiet
calm inducing
light
that breathes
in the lungs of
his eyes
immeasurable
beauty
Like staring
into dragon fire
I lose myself
inside
everytime
they meet mine
our souls
a ball of twine
©achosenword
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
There's something i need to tell you,
Lips reek of purple hue,
Mildness brought in through color hue,
Can i Leave this room?
Your an angel in disguise,
the depth of his eyes,
dust and smoke rise,
Beneath the winter cold ice,
Reigned supreme bittersweet vice.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
I always did fantasize about our diverse earth;
Its freezing stones in the fridges of the Arctic and Antarctic landscapes.
The idyllic playgrounds on the quiet sands of the Mediterranean Sea banks,
The amazing sun baked plains of the smoothened Sahara brown,
The tropical Haven of humid air, where the golden sun awakes in a fair and bright morning, and sets at even with its magnificent crimson smile.
What a cozy feeling can its temperate climes bring; with its sheer abundance of Clement weather.
A paradise indeed of ambient mildness.
I long for the warm gardens of Eden’s residues, with their ebullient and lush tropical green.
How pleasant it would be to cascade down the many waterfalls in an imaginary and wonderland fashion.
To go atop the zenith of each mountainous heaven from which pinnacle point you have the panoramic view of your own vanquished plains.
I once disappeared into the wind, in a midsummer night’s dream to see my global fantasies come true.
And like a boisterous eagle,
I glided high to the heavens for this global and utterly delightful bird’s eye view.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 3:14 PM UTC
She fell into a happy medium between feeling and not where she could experience emotions without being whisked away by them into a dimention with no doors or windows.
Content with the mildness of an average day.
Very nearly satisfied.
She mirrored the images that were projected onto the screen in front of her.
Her waxy smile smearing as the heat pressed down on her.
Her drug of choice was love and she always paid the price.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
the envy of water is truer than i
ever imagined it being. i can look
through you, i can see the charade
you are playing every moment
i reminded you i existed under
you, that i needed air and room
to breathe in the starlight of his
voice and the thickness of the sky
and i see you push me away, repress
me further into oblivion until i cannot
see the light for which i yearn, the
dampness of a tomb is all which reaches
this far down. and i know that to you-
and for you- at least this time, i am small
and insignificant. you are afraid of me and
the voice i possess and the cracks in your shield.
you can't put me away for much longer.
not unless you want to wonder why i
am around every corner shaking you until
you are afraid to move, why i cannot stop
thumping on your chest until the hurricane
on your tongue hushes itself and dissolves
into a perpetual calm, or why the mildness
of winter can't invoke a reaction anymore.
you colored me a funny shade
of aquamarine
but you faded me out until
i was more infinity than ivory.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
The seduction of our Salivary glands began with masses of often overlapping flavors
Tingling leap start ,wide eyed but also an abrupt whoa,terrible to terrific
Oblivious ,willing to try ,why not ,blending in the beginning learning tastes as translators
Breathing in and licking the lips ,wiggling and giggling ,is it? is it? OH the dog.
Sensory sensations occurring regardless of our inhibitions or wants or needs ,occurring around ,mild or profound
Youthfully gullible , playing a new game ,scents & smells starting to form deeper wells
Blush with a rush ,warming into oranges the pinks more profound when arising into the reds ,leaping circling around
Begging for release from the beginning ,but unknown excitement rising edges ,wider wedges ,calmer pastels
Flexing ,fluctuating far out feelings ,far flung excitement all gathered into one instant nervous burst
Staying back,trying to adjust ,mildness is objected to when the rest of the time is only described with bright adjectives
Then we laugh because we have it hidden ,but never quite knowing the blur still an unknown abyss,but always first
Open minded children begin the journey into finding nameless noises,shadowy flavors or tastes moving,directing like detectives
Burning RED, drops of BLUE, Icy WHITE, now fixed in the mind ,time lost in odors ,blinking color palates poised
Wanton wisps centered onto extreme extracts ,visualized often sensationalized into auditory overload
Simple as it has begun ,left with nowhere to run, taking it in stride it can never be put aside ,permanence never destroyed
Excreted excitement now being assessed is a far flung idea ,unless you live it, Raising and rising into an endless plateau .R.C.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
To what degree of mildness does this life revolves?
How do you feel something that is not?
Empty and bare that share of your care.
How consuming, this world of heathen decree.
Free from all grasp of truth.
And what that soothes, you imagined.
Crying in distress, this dress, an unrest.
For all you know comes from that end
Where you see no sea nor sand.
Lies that flies now comes to decide
What is true.
Your existence of deceit.
What of the world you helped grow?
Some adjusted in sorrow.
While others try to overthrow.
Come stand with me you called
When asleep was the world.
The sum of all the falseness.
Gave us a world of divide.
Where is He in all of these?
Why all the silence?
Is He a practice, an imagined?
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC