"overwelming" poems
The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.
"Goodnight"
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
She is obscene, ******* inbetween
I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means
Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming
Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing
Who is really listening, honestly
This psychotic chick will always be the one and only
Sorry if you were expecting me to sing
I suppose this was not enough
Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking
Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably
So does the rest of poetfreak
Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
My bare feet guide me in a spherical dance,
The full moon breeze carressing my naked skin,
The scent of silver dogwood petals overwelming my nostrils.
Drip....
Drip...
Drip....
The patient release of water from each tree's finger-tips,
Quiet, unchanging, an echo in my ears.
My eyes take in the astronomical ocean above,
Each constellation coming to life in my third eye...
"Come dance with me Stars! Come dance and move with me!"
And so the night continues, withhout time...
Only me, the stars, and abundant night.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another.
No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God.
His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead.
The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come.
Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation.
He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death.
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another.
Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him.
For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
silence the everlasting
fire, and the thirst of
your skin, well satisfed.
never doubtfull, your eyes
shine of placer, desire, and
complete satisfaction.
humdty in my pelvis, the
silky and sour shine, in the
lap of this gratefull and loved
lion.
and for a minute,
just in that moment, im
complete, serene, loved, wanted,
a full beast, serened and thankfull
the sorrow, the pain, and fouling acts,
and the brutal theft, are just bumps,
overcomed, erased with the humidity
of your ***
doubtfull is the one, that
has not loved, her lie is a heavy
cross, dark, fatal, deadly, her soul
will never love beneath the divine
phalus.
in return, your eyes, truth,
love and venture, loving an
impossible, but loving even so,
stertores of your loved and
kissed ******
penetrated, softly and ferouciously,
are the echo of the fire, crashing the
sea, making life, steam, watering the
earth, generating the trofhic cicle,
of life, fire and water, steam of life,
passion between two beasts,
beautiful and loved.
your honney and your
desire, WILD, intense,
evergreene, are vitals,
for a beast of montecristo,
that just drags, harm and pain,
of betrayal, every cut, every scratch,
every stabing, made of me, the strong man
that y am.
unbreakcable, and living, loving impossibles
destroying the lies, ending the weakness
of layars, full of hate, and envy,
for losing that, holding our
lives.
after that, and for their weakness
montecristo is the winner, a beast
with a heart, learning to love, the possible
and the impossible, to dissapear in the other,
rapped in her ligth, and her beauty,
the evil and weak of the mondego girls,
only speed up, their catastrophy,
y stand alone before their mistakes, and their
lies and anathems, turn against them,
truth clean the waters, and the fire make the
steam, that generates life, makng a full cicle.
so, threw desire, and mutual passion,
impossible happens, in the name of life,
and love, the desire quimera, could never erase
the time we touch, dispise the difference
full and wild.
generating steam, making life,
roaring, ******* groaning, and
in my mind and in yours, the same
desire, the overwelming truth, our truth,
and the incompresible lie, vain, the
echoes of the false, and ther infectious lies,
corrupting wath was always life.
the false notion of love, and their
acomplisses, with her conning, and the
not aceptacion, vain or insane,
dark, crazy and
incomplte.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
It was raining, thats all I knew,
I was heading home to see my baby boo.
It was stroming as I walked up the drive,
Thats when I saw her and another man begining to look alive.
I stopped and began to smoke,
It hurt so much I began to choke.
They decided to go out for the night,
I headed toward them, maybe she would see me and we would reunite.
It was a mistake,
Him and I began to fight, I was as swift as a snake.
When other guy was down, I went to claime my prize,
When I faced her there was only fear laying within her deep blue eyes.
I ran off in a rage, feeling hurt and sick,
She helped the other guy walk as he leaned on a wall made of brick.
I ran into an alley and broke down,
The rain becoming an overwelming sound.
The other guy went to search for me,
He rounded a corner and saw me, his face went grim.
I faced the other guy, and was suddenly slapped,
The snake was now trapped.
The other guy beat me senseless,
He didnt know that her and I shared a connection, and that he was hitting her aswell.. she was defenceless.
I thought of her,
All the memories of her and I began to reoccur.
The other guy kicked me once more,
He then walked away and didn't care anymore.
I lay there short of breath, the rain feeling as cold as death,
That was when I took my last breath.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Hello agin, your back.
Overwelming my body
Your back
Only at night 4A.M.
You keep me up
I cant sleep
Nyquil isn't working
Dark thoughts racing and chasing
Flashbacks from the horrible times
What do i do
I've screamed
No answer
I cry no one cares
Hello again
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
It's funny how you dont care about things that are important
Or things that don't matter.
Like life
Or this poem rhyming
Or spelling
Or people understanding it
I just feel like staring at a ceiling
Or hanging from it
I don't even care if a murderer would come and **** me now
It's just an overwelming feeling pushing at my skin
And I don't even care
My best friends seem like nothing
And my enemy knife and rope are what I imagine
Blood running down the drain
I paused the movie and don't care to Un pause it
I don't even want to walk up the stairsbut
I will
And I will stare at the ceiling until the harsh morning light comes
And I will not pay attention to anything
People will call me lazy.
And I will not care
I don't even care to give this a title
So use your imagination
Cause I'm all dried up.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
All of this is just transparent
Untouchable,
Invisible,
Intangible
All of her is so wonderful
Overwelming,
Unbelievable,
Unimaginable
All of his is the opposite
Regular,
Pretentious,
Inmature
She an atheist of herself,
and he's the pope of his own religion
She thinks he's the best,
so she tries her best
He hurts her without intention
not on purpose, but he's not careful
Fragile as a crystal flower,
she blooms every now and then,
but she could break in a million pieces
at anytime
Brute as a river rock,
he colides with every thing he finds,
But he's now trying his very best
to have a gentle touch.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC