"olding" poems
Under an immense amount of stress,
Never showing her true pain.
Holding back unwanted tears,
Already feeling them fall
Past her blurry-visioned eyes.
Praying to regain her strength,
Yearning for a single source of peace...
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
I am invited by a bright light.
Leaving behind those days,
Order of God it seems bright,
Vast is the world in your eyes,
Earning your love is so worthy,
Yes it does not discourage me,
Old I want to get in your shade,
Up the road of love will take me.
Best beautiful is your heart,
Holding highest your thought,
Under my God you are not,
Mind my past you please don't,
In my life you are the light.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
L ight them up! That's what Fall Out Boy said
In their new song,
Getting a fresh start,
Holding no regrets, but "My Songs Know What You Did In
The Dark, so light em up on fire!"
Everything on fire, as Fall Out Boy is anew.
Memories are just memories,
Understanding that they are starting fresh.
People loving the new song!
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
This is our time
When we take control!
In this moment, we control our future
No one can tell us what to do!
Spread positive thoughts and
Kindness to everyone and with
Each new day with a
Little love, maybe our world will be better.
Each child is our future, we need
To teach them how to love and show
Others love too! We're all in this together.
No one is truly alone!
Stop the violence!
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Holding onto hope that
One day, our children can change
The world!
Each day, we get a
Little closer to a better future.
I hope our children can fix our mistakes,
Not repeating our history, we're already done that!
Now is the time to raise the
Youth right and
Change for the better!
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
The Purple Veils Of Twilight Slithered Into The Sky,
Over The Sleek Surface Of The Stream Stars Tango,
Nighttime Prayers Skim Whisps Of Navy Clouds,
In The Reflection Of His Eyes I Found Myself,
Gracious I Let His Soul Sing Me A Sacred Lullaby,
Holding On Tight To Every Word I Wished To Say,
To Every Single Bit Of Beauty I Relished In The Stars
I Soulfully Sang To The Robins Song At Dusk As The,
Moon Slowly Arose From It's Daytime Slumber
Fields Of Dreams Spread Before Me, As I Slept,
Reminiscing In A World Of Beauty As The,
Evergreens Whispered In My Sleepy Ear, One Last,
Evening Melody, One Last Evening Prayer
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Silliness personified,
Amber eyes, ginger locks.
Vivacious and free-spirited
As she radiates
Never-ending energy.
Nocturnal wanderings in the twilight
As she reaches for the shooting stars,
Holding her dreams so near.
1/17/2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
From soon all beady my dove and romance
plop buys me a radius of monthly advance
and gives abstract expressionism a chance
we tremble to book so softly their witness
the tiny push bras like nobody's business
collarbone funnybone and studio fitness
how can a lag dinge for a slow digestion
just dreaming low their next suggestion
to be or not so beat, that is the question
walkabout it doesn't make much sense
my verbal byronea about to commence
as two bold eggs sit on a cake and fence
three olding hens sit on the fent and knit
five juvenile retenders rolling out their kit
artly and hostanously thart spliffing in a lit
zuckering freudily Alsberta around the bend
onder mist blontentious wick willet harksend
and befending our liblyhord to the bittery end
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
The winds and bright dying
of the leaves of fall
have brushed away the turning season
into the callous cold of winter
leaving behind a brown texture
of oak and pecan
scattered on the still green lawn
where they rest humbly,
their identity as living species
shriveling into the fog of memory.
I wonder what I can learn
from those leaves and the trees
who gently let go of all the little lives
and lay them on the ground
first to decay and then transform
from drying aching olding
into a mysterious unfolding.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
I am rich
I’ve used my blood
like an extravagance
An archetype of oralcry
whose silence
smells of cheap wine
A poetman
become an olding messenger boy
O silver tongue of spiritus!
I whoop it up
in all my wealth
like Great Mercurio
twirling his white ribboned caduceus
in heavened air
Bathed & gowned
by the Pifs of Prophecy
Asoak in a tub of soft flashes
I step into talaria
And into my hand
the twined winged wand was wound
I sat on the toilet of an old forgotten god
and divined a message thereon
I bring it to you
in cupped hands
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
#Matchless beauty
O-shaped, our home
Traversing an endless "sea"
Holding us tight, yet leaving us free
Ever forgiving though we don't deserve
Rotating gently, never a swerve
Ethereal blue when seen from afar
Arched splendor in space
Regaled by the stars
Taciturn, yet giving so much
How can we repay her sweet loving touch?
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Tis the hour when They creep—
Humming tortured lullabies—
Every night, before you sleep,
You should offer your goodbyes.
Leaving fervent trails of death
In every moment you draw breath.
Viral: in a Hellish way.
Eager to feed off your decay.
I know that you can’t see Them now;
Not where you are, anyhow…
You mustn’t let Them see you know,
Or nothing will be left, you see.
Under shadows They will wait;
Readying Their final blow.
Never let Them eat your eyes!
I’ve seen what use They have for those!
Granted, They are good with lies;
Holding you within Their throes.
Though this is true, you must resist—
Must not give them up, my son—
As, though you may be on Their list,
Rarely is there only one!
Even if the nightmare dies,
Some will remain to find your eyes.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Definitely defying distant memories of a time well spent on deepening the gaze into reality vs fiction.
Lives lost in the shuffle of pleasantries and social wannabes.
I know what the hell I don't want to understand in this life's dos and don'ts.
Hanging mirrored picture frames mixed with printed wooden Scrabble games.
The minds best outlet for verbal spewage across and in-between these thick painted lines on green plastic grassroots.
And the Stadium is packed full!
Outfitting Batman's infantries while shrouding Robin's hideouts.
Burning bushes know much pain while badges shine at lights out.
Find your passions through these smoking guns are tagged with stain. F#ck the rules and F#ck yourself bewitching your betrayed.
Handcuffed concrete convicts can't contain who holds the key.
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07/02/2019
L. DeCypher
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
...
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hey every body
no bodys
to
be
found
liars
on
the
so
called moon
flags wave
for
an
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bafoon
test me nations
what sorrow
have you
strewn
throughout
star castles dust
tis i fair maiden
tis
i
not
homosexual
but quite
flintstone
gay
hey every body
?
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
__S__ilent breath between heartbeats,
__H__olding space for what cannot be spoken,
__A__biding in love that asks nothing in return,
__L__ight that lingers even in shadow,
__O__pen hands, open heart, open sky,
__M__irrored souls meeting in peace.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC