"oenomel" poems
You are the poetry I wish I could write
Every feeling I get around you
Every word of yours I absorb
Every stare I wish I could immortalize
You are the poem I read over and over in my head
The one I wish was mine
Your words are like luscious braeburn apples
Sweet and transcendent
You are the very definition of oenomel
Combining strength with sweetness
Even when you are far away I feel your presence near me
I feel your gaze, your love, your heart
I can hear the beat as if you were right next to me
Like the heavy bass of a metal song it hits every note
Lulls me into tranquility
You are the reason I love to write
You challenge me to describe how I feel
Even when none of these words feel just right
How can I explain the feeling of your eyes, your smile
How can I define the connection I feel
With such a limited word bank
How could I possibly explain why you feel like poetry to me
Why your words are like a braeburn apple
And why your heartbeat is like the bass of a metal song?
If I could I would illuminate you with more light than this world could possibly contain
You'd be brighter than the sun and all the other stars
Perhaps that would help you understand
Just one drop from my sea of love for you
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
I met my future in the past
You kept me up all night;
Had I known
It will lead to now,
I would not have said goodbye.
I knew there was something there
Not meant for the long haul
Still went in to risk it all;
I swallowed my pride
You would become my life.
Oenomel, blending strength with sweetness
Many a time, farewell is a present;
You attract what you are
I thank you from afar;
For the rest of my days in that one night.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
If I were a stone
I would not believe
that the medow
looks after the rose.
To be hardened
is to be muted.
Any stone that
does not tumble
will not shine.
The truth is that
freedom comes from
aching hearts,
and full moons.
Lonely roses hidden
behind tall blades
of grass.
It's so good
to see you thrive
where you thought
you might not
have survived.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
Secrets we share, unspoken, understood,
Our souls are intermingled bit by bit
Letters stuck in cerement for livelihood,
Pushing more boundaries than you'd care admit.
Our acceptance transcends all others here,
You are the quintessence of my being,
Our intimacy may even seem queer,
Tender moments of love are freeing.
Any time together makes us cohere,
As one idiosyncrasy.
Natural feelings always reappear,
My hear belongs to you, take care of me.
You and I mother are one in the same,
We share the same oenomel Bates last name.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
The nature pays its debt to mother earth,
furnishing the soils and skies,
with beauty on wings
and beauty on greens.
The stars and the moons,
lovers and poems,
reflecting it's metamorphosis
flashing at the earth.
And a caterpillar hatches out from pearls,
looking upon sensations of freedom,
holding between his teeth, a leaf green of life,
it nibbles on life,
brimming with juvenescence.
It once takes a leap seeing a brightly coloured wings flapping,
wishing flight.
And one pleasant night,
the night laid its eyes on it,
and it trembled,
building a soft cocoon to hide in.
Hunger gushes in and kicks its warm belly,
and it breaths in the air
tangled in emotions,
misery and anger,
disgust and fear,
strength and sweetness,
weakness and bitterness,
surprise and happiness.
It weaves a blanket out of it in leisure,
thin as air and strong as a storm
wrapping it around its wiggly self,
and breaking the cocoon.
The moon falls in love
with the oenomel creature,
and watches it take off to please eyes,
and imparting color.
Love slides and plays on its wings of hope
and it calls itself,
A Butterfly.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC