"overturns" poems
I turn my head to the most beautiful sight of all - the sapphire, green-brown, grey ocean.
(Breath In)
The thick blue ocean that rolls, churns, and glistens.
And the glisten slices, the glistening currents. The ripples that move the ripples that have no ending or beginning.
(Breathe Out)
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Every shape, form, and structure captured in the liquid.
It smooths out.
It rounds out.
It rolls out, it crashes down.
It’s smooth clarity. It’s smoothness it beyond me.
Its beauty is truly found within its movement. It’s constant change, exchange between all forms;
Connections throughout,
Different experiences of the same object throughout,
And out and out.
I see this giant blue gulp, of sea of truly magnificent bodies of water held in a single space.
As I see the land overturn over:
In new shapes, colors, lengths, and everything that contrasts one thing to another
I just see so much brightness, dimness, and something that overturns into another.
,,,,
I can not believe this sea
How it makes that sound
And when nothing is around
It just profound,
How every jewel of the dancing ocean
is a collection of drops
connecting forms throughout
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When I feel the truth of this beauty
I see,
the ocean, something I never created
It was there to touch us
To hold us
This ocean was made to believe in us.
Without realizing it I just fell into a deep sleep.
I fell into something so deep.
I felt the ocean's arms
embracing me
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.
Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees
Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganised upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;
The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;
The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;
She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,
Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
And sang within the ****** wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid siftings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.
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The shadows get frighteningly long,
he watches in silence like a painter
whose mixed up colors in the palette
are found to be of no use, the pictures
are muddled by inept handling of colors.
once colorful skyline is suddenly
pecked in to pieces by winds,
the belligerent evening birds in discord;
the child playing in the park now gives up
her carefully structured house,
receiving cues from swarms of darkness,
looks at her mother as if she isn't interested,
anymore, as if feeling the encroaching loneliness.
"Evening is a spoiler of beautiful things"
he jots down on the page of the day in his mind
"it's enticing beauty is just a masquerade"
a truth he would vouch as a fact of life.
It's time to be back home, the dusk falls
holding mom's finger she goes
back to the lighted space of warmth
that has an assurance of kiss any moment,
on his way she sends a smile, just a stranger
till two days before, as if saying "See you tomorrow"
this little one is a fresh guest of breeze
a pure blessing, sunshine rare in winter.
This rusted garden bench knows him well,
the fragrance of mango blossoms from a land distant
in a season long past still spreads the scent of musk
touches somewhere deep, brings
memories from a land so far, a land where
evenings were spent under the shades of mango trees
in exhilaration, awaiting the mango fruit season.
A change in the lighting of sky overturns everything.
time administers it's hidden poison drop by drop,
the memories of an evening from afar asks in a feeble voice
"Will the child come to the park to play tomorrow again?"
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
piloted
plough tills the plot
overturns one season
for one of greater potential profit
Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 10:31 AM UTC
by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
PENECK Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees
Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;
The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;
The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;
She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,
Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
And sang within the ****** wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
PENECK Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees
Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;
The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;
The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;
She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,
Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
And sang within the ****** wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
I am small in my galoshes
the sun reflects into rivers
of light, we are adventurers
my fried and I, lost boys hidden
under our lace and braids, together under
one second star to the right umbrella
the hale gray sky overturns in our eyes
We gather moss under our nails, dark hairs
tangle with violet march thistles
birds are dark spear heads thrown
from the earth. The world is raw, flawless
against our chapped lips splitting
into grins. We smear the red away like war
paint across rocks and bark, our arms
and cheeks. We are fierce and do not know
what it means yet, to give our blood
so freely. The rivers of light fade
into the evening. Shadows slide
from our backs and grow in silence.
The blood dries and flakes away
into nothing.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Autumn leaves colored
by the sound of lonely thoughts
travelling like Leotigers
in deep waterfalls
searching true forgiveness
for all we ever were
revealing a victorious haze
through witch we see who cares
Winters lack of color
gently overturns
the silent dance of flower buds
t'wards hope and not concerns
then Spring and Summer once again
will let us all behold
our ship sets sail for joyful smiles
not silver, bronze nor gold
with smiling lips we find our hearts
were made to be forgiving
and I can shout and really mean it:
I LOVE LIVING!
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
I am the consumer of a thousand worlds
And the mother of a thousand others
I have killed mothers, sons, fathers
Left whole nation's in Ash
I am the future, I am the past
You can never have enough
I am keeper of Crips.
Eater of bone
I'm the one who carves the mountain eyes
And burns the sky's
And overturns every lie
I'm the child's playground
Pure creative and
Of mass destruction
And when the ones who challenge say
I am alive I will survive
I have the power I have the hand
It is my hour at my feet you stand
for I am man I AM MAN
I gently whisper in their ear
Look behind
What you'll find
Can't keep me off your mind
For I have nature as my servant
Foe I flow the never ending serpent
But I have no need to remind
Of what I am, for I am TIME.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
My mind is a swirl.
It twirls and whirls and twists.
It never is quiet, it never is still.
My mind is a swirl.
Unceasingly inventing, endlessly creating.
My mind is a swirl like a tumult ocean
rocking a sailboat back and forth until it overturns and
dumps out all of its beautiful contents.
My mind is a swirl that encompasses my body,
lifting me up,
bringing me down.
My mind is a swirl that twirls and whirls and twists.
It never is quiet, it never is still.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
These past few weeks
I have been ashamed to be white
The audacity of what's happening is sickening
Why are we still having these problems?
We turned away from slavery to show that we were all equal
Just to prove that we are far from it
We try to exclaim that America is the greatest country in the world
As we cover our problems behind media hype and breaking news full of lies and delusions
The fact that we can't swallow our pride shows that we have much work to do
Michael Brown and Trayvon Martin proving that we don't value a single life but our own
Even though each soul is valuable
Why do we have to use violence to try and show that we are against violence
Why do we talk about gun control but have our police officers pulling triggers on innocent victims
Why do we talk about "We the People" when it's really just the people with the right paychecks and complexion that have the voice and the power
Each hour more and more are being silenced just so we can look the part
We conform to fit this mold that we have imposed on ourselves
Forcing our morals and values to take a back seat on our power trip
I'm tired of turning on the TV to see news reports on tragedies
Killings and shootings
Kidnappings and hate crimes
People come to this country for the American dream
But this place is more like a nightmare
The rich living the dream
While everyone else fights for their own taste of the good life
When we have the resources to give everyone the good life
Love is becoming harder to find because we want power
We **** for power
Fight for power
Eat, sleep, and breathe power
Not knowing that the price of power
Is worth more than any life
When will we see that beneath our clothes and skin tones
We are all the same
When will we see what we are doing to our brothers and sisters
When will we bring peace that overturns the hold we have on our image
The hold it has on power
I pray for equality
I pray for the day we can walk the streets and not worry
I don't see why equality is so hard come by
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
I've loved and lived and lost it all
My voice never carried through that wire
Telling you that I'm okay, That I didn't fall
The battle wages on, I surrendered to the fire
Watching over you now, I'll await the hallucinations that transpire
I'll be watching over you as you grow and age
I'll be the wind that overturns your page
I gave my life for my country
So do not cry for me because I did not die
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
I wonder about you
What you must be thinking
If the memories are still lingering
Through your cluttered mind
Maybe they aren't easy to find
But I hope they are there
Because in all honesty I cant help but to care
You were my all
Now you're like a bridge that I've watched crumble and fall
Do you see what your doing?
Don't you feel your heart spewing
And gasping for air
Or is this all too much to bear?
Do you block it out like a barbed wire
Every time you touch the piece to see your desire
It stings.
It burns.
The pain overturns the thought
The memory
So even though you don't know what was said to me
I do, and I feel it
Like a lost commit
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
And so here it is:
My secrets, my fortune!
The untold treasure harbored within my mind--
impeccable wisdom, and tormented genius!
I come to find illumination
and write poems--
in such a fashion as this:
It is I,
with heart on my sleeve
where I cough and sneeze,
becoming mired and virulent--
utterly human and fraught
for the world to see.
The magician who empties his sleeves,
overturns his top hat,
shying off his smooth pallid gloves!
Lies down on stage,
in a pool of my own blood and *****
retching, trembling, aching,
gasping for air
roasting under an inquisitive lonely spotlight
I stare into
with a distant and longing gaze--
Eyes vacuous,
bulbous in sick contortion bulging veins popping
cracked lips gaping mouth tongue waggling speaking in tongues
choking air and body trembling in hideous convulsions--
for what benefit have I,
to purport and distort myself
in such a fashion?
It is for the sake of humanity,
in the flagellation of the human conscience
as it queries further
into the ambiguous amorphous impalpable
dark matter of the universe--
it is for our sake,
our illumination,
that I retch, and I ache.
Take note.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
My husband when i dream. {my year crush}
I can't stop thinking about him
his arms around my shoulders
his voice in my ear
ringing over and over
I cant stop thinking about him
his silly little jokes
the way his glasses sits on his nose
the way he frowns when I decide it's him i want to poke.
I cant stop thinking about him
the way his hair feels
the way his beard feels
the way im head over the hills
I wont stop thinking about him
the way his patience overturns negation
the way he holds my attention
even when my minds' racin'
I wont stop thinking about him
he crosses my mind all the time
taking his time, precious time
to blow kisses and taunt my mind
teasing me because he know he's stuck here
to stop thinking i must do it, so i can keep track of what i need to do here
but alas,
his kisses leaves me breathless
and his embrace leaves me thoughtless
his arms leave me as jello.
A jiggling, giggling girl wanting him to -
never let go.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
we hit the wall and then the world goes down
into the dark and nothing good returns
for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown
as winter comes like satan into town
all minds are numb just as the river churns
we hit the wall and then the world goes down
a sad destruction but no one will frown
believing that we get what the thief earns
for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown
now skies are darker than a priestly gown
for what one makes the other overturns
we hit the wall and then the world goes down
so no one stands for hope or for renown
but gets instead just what the ******* earns
for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown
this is the truth where hero becomes clown
you have to flee before the city burns
we hit the wall and then the world goes down
for all we’ve done what once was gold is brown
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
the world is full of tragedy first a plane is lost
then a ship it overturns and bodies they tossed
children in the water trying to survive
while the captain jumps his ship so he can stay alive
leaving them all stranded he just didnt care
about the children left behind left to struggle there
the world is full of tragedy without a reason why
happening at will making people die
it is such a sin it has to be this way
nothing we can do as for the dead we pray.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
I see you in the halls,
I know you see me too
and I can't help but wonder:
why?
what do you see?
you're so much better than me.
when I touch you
my stomach overturns
with the soft fluttering
of delicate, heart-shaped butterflies
it never lasts long
but it always happens.
you mean the world
to me
you are everything
to me
you warm me,
despite incurable chill
you are the dawning Summer,
sweeping away the rains of spring.
but sometimes
in the small moments
of night before I close my eyes,
I wonder
what if?
what if I tried too hard?
what if you stopped seeing me,
as we pass in the halls
I doubt myself.
I doubt that the ethereal strength
of my tainted soul
could endure such
unfathomable torment.
willpower is brittle
and things break,
that do not bend.
and as finger strikes key
after key
I wonder if you will read this
and wonder at the length
of this piece
this poem...
feelings like these do not come lightly
and the passion never fades.
so know now
this great extent,
and know that I
will always be here
in this work
because
feeling is timeless,
thought boundless,
and writing limitless,
so it becomes my tool,
my vessel,
the capsule to contain me
in my emotion
for you.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
tomorrow’s a new day
when
this
night
Will be forgotten
And
the light
and the might
of the eager armies
surging to war
we’ll have forgotten
what the fight had been for
and the wind whispers peaceful death
over grass reaching for height
and the moon in the morning sky
and the silver-hot fright
which the living things move by
driven to flight
when the quickening pulse
and the mood is just right
when the life-shedding earth snake
pulls my skin around tight
i will cling to the new grass
Like the cold morning frost
i will sing to the very last
i will sing very lost
Like the song of the deep sea
Like the howl of the stray dog
who scours the night streets
outlined in the dense fog
when the earth overturns itself
yet again as it always does
when the ends of the universe
touch me, soft like my mother’s blood
i will change in the darkness
like a lady **********
i will cast in my fury
every trapping and dressing
I will rage in the silent storm
I will find peace at last
I will blaze across eons
I will lie in the grass
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
My fingertips have lost feeling
I stumble over nothing
but no matter what I try
my stomach overturns when you walk into the room.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Boat overturns
Immigrant swims
Trauma begins
Risking all for family
A life a little better,
A strange future
In a strange land
Living step by step
A survival dance
Different chance
Risking all
To be safer
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
as the mountain towers over
the shrivelled earth
and the remnants of yesteryears,
who knew that underneath grass, the clover
lies in wait; bidding time for when
the ploughboy wends across the field,
overturns the soil
and shackles the ground
it was a struggle under the starless skies
a wrestle with the shadows of the mountain
and little could he grasp and amount in,
but still he tries
again and
again
the mountain sees and sings
for the ploughboy's labour to not be
in vain
for the clover to break ground and
for them to sprout as one
in the rain.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC