"overbearance" poems
Humility
In essence
Is simplicity
Rise above overbearance
Fall beneath innocence
To the cowering man
Search out the transperant
Shy feelings
Don't fret
Expand understanding
Release tension
Inherit greatness
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I have found an inner peace
free from the toils that never cease
far away the pains have past
free for once to everlast
listen to the wind blow free
I listen with my heart you see
I could no longer bear
the shedding of my soul to tear
the ceaseless pulmelling
the overbearance I could not fling
but now my returns are due
through a dark valley I made it through
for on the other side there resides
a lasting peace by the riverside
cross over the waters of life
come with me , put down your strife
let the river sweep away our past
let this river crossing be our last
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Brash as a wave
Is your verbose overbearance;
A noise box without a crank,
Just spit and sputter;
Have no breaks.
A false embrace
To make a step towards
What you said you wanted
Because a train on a track
Stops at nothing
Without a destination.
I have to confess,
When I feel your skin
I picture someone else;
When I look in your eyes
I look at my reflection
And question
My intentions
Wondering if I’ll
Ever have the strength
To admit disingenuity.
Puckering lips begging
To be held by another pair,
And mine have no desire
They just blankly stare.
I find more romantic fulfillment
From a pillow late at night
Than your arms
Intertwining within tangled sheets
And fake smiles.
Is this the ****** of the story?
Or did I just finish you again
Because I’m so dry
That I can’t tell why I even
Give you my time or attention.
We’re disingenuous acquaintances,
Not even lovers,
Not even friends,
We’re just here
We’re just convenient
And I think I’m finally spent.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
A dream come true for one,
A living nightmare for the other.
A pedestal with a trapdoor.
Public isolation.
Trying to reach their image of perfection when your own is already staggering;
Literally losing yourself.
Diminished in the clutch of overbearance,
Collateral damage from two ideas of fairness.
Bruises on your spirit from social doors you walked into.
A ring with a silent W.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC