"pacifying" poems
I am not this person...
Correction:
I was not that person.
Every pacifying sentence,
every empty promise,
every apology,
every manipulation,
they made me her.
And I don't blame you
as much as I
blame your words.
I admit
I play the martyr
and we all know
you play the victim.
We deserve Oscars.
We play them so well.
You have to admit
you want no part of this.
It has been obvious
for more than five years.
Now I have to listen
as your daughter cries for you...
saying you are gone...
saying she needs you...
saying I broke your heart...
and I must comfort her...
saying you love her.
Tell me why
that feels like a lie?
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Don't mistake survival for happiness,
Read behind the eyes,
Read between the lines,
Don't ask for an open mind,
What's inside isn't all it seems,
Take the smile as a gospel truth,
Accept normality as a guide of peace
Be appeased the simple things are easy,
The daily routine is routinely pacifying.
All I ask as I carry on keeping on,
Remember the fight I engaged to be here,
To remain here, to stand not flee,
I will not ask for concern, just remember.
Please just remember I am still fighting.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Your music is sensual, dark and languid
Mysterious and **** hypnotic and sultry
The slow tempo and rumbling bass drums are a heavenly mix
I close my eyes and let the forlorn echoes immerse me
In a sea of falsetto vocals and stuttering percussions
Your music is enigmatic, puzzling and seductive
Pacifying and troubling, calming and cinematic
Your champagne crooning is a movie in itself
Telling me the tales of a gloomy sex-infused hangover life
And it connects to the depths of my soul
Even though I've never experienced it
Narcotized slow jams filled with samples of punk and rock
Transports me to an actual dream world
Your subtly crafted harmonies and beats are celestial
And your lyrics a painkiller
That numbs the wounds in my soul and takes me higher...
Your voice is R&B; but your lyrics are ***** rap
You take such vile words and turn them into something beautiful
and I adore that.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I have faith in medical science
But little in practice.
Straight spined doctors
Racing stopwatches against
Their appointment books.
Extolling the virtues of thousands of years of medical research
But unable to consider anyone's opinion other than their own.
Kindly, soft-voiced nurses shuffling from
Room to room
Doling out condolences and reassurances
Paired with regimens
Of drugs and IVs.
While Old Time in the ticking clock
Slows
To a dead crawl.
And the noise of heartbeats on machines
And discussions out in the hall
And loved ones distracting and pacifying patients in beds
Layer on top of one another to form a firm blanket of
Crushing. Boredom.
And the antiseptic smell does nothing to ease
The passing of time spent waiting
While the medical machine spins its wheels
To the chime of slot machines.
And the bustling rush outside a curtain
On hard white floors,
Does less than lend a sense a peace
But more of frantic urgency.
Minute long - task oriented visits
Where they know names, numbers, and insurance coverage
And they know how many steps it takes for them
To lend more of their valuable time
In that modern balance of cost and care.
Leaving me wondering,
Where did the connection go?
I wonder where peoples' trust went
And when it was replaced with,
"How much will this cost me?"
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
9 January 2014 02.21am
"We all have feelings for our girlfriends Bea, it doesn't mean we have to act on them.."
Silence filled the room
Two opposing forces
Love lust passion
Hate anger fear
What was once owned
Has now been taken
Walking towards her
Reaching out, hand movements
So slow and graceful
An aura so compelling, senses heightened
Bodies shifting as though
Magnetic forces were playing
A sultry dance acting out
Underneath the candelabra
Eyes locked mirroring feelings
Left unspoken, razor sharp tongue
Hips graze, music intensifies
An atmosphere fraught with
Tension, favoured to be cut by a knife
Hesitating lips part with a subtle urgency
Circulatory movements dancing feet
A lowly finger fondles an inner thigh
Ever so slightly withering, exuberant pleasure
Eyes connect, glistening from the light
A smile pacifying both women
Others gazes capture their movements
For now, they are the only ones
Whose love and light fills this room
Alone, unhinged, they kiss
At first tentatively, then feverishly
Drowning, they are both saved
The lovers bodies blend into one
Possessing one another
Nothing is lost in that moment
Desperately clinging to affection
Souls freed, emotions making miracles
Two lovers effortlessly become
One soul being.
© Sia Jane
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
I heard a woman singing in the car,
about being reborn as a peacock for Krishna
so that she could sit in beautiful penance for him.
While watching whizzing morning work trucks,
and beat-up corollas and motion blur,
I thought of you in the stillness of sleep.
If I were to be reborn I'd like to be a bird as well
so that I could provide the down in your pillow,
and be cushion to your carousel crown
But then I would be lonely when you go to work.
If I were to be reborn, I'd like to be your sunglasses,
so that I could protect your squinting eyes,
and live by your lushest lashes.
But then you'd lock me away in a case, and I won't be able to see you.
If I were to be reborn, I'd be a bracelet made of magic beads,
so that I could promise health around your often pained wrists,
and fix the freedom in your fiery fingers.
But then you'll probably lose me, or unstring me accidentally with time.
If I were to be reborn, I'd like to be your favorite puppy,
so that I could pacify your inner turmoils.
and be held by your human hands.
But then you'll possibly outlive me, and I wish to watch you grow.
If I were to be reborn, I'd be lonely, locked away, left, lost, and outlived-
so I'd rather stay in this life with all of my privileges
of providing, protecting, promising and pacifying
as your lucky lover.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Cradling and pacifying,
A gift for enabling narcissism,
Wiping tears and standing strong
Even as the bellows break my spirit.
Never rising
Without repercussions,
Manipulations and invalidations,
Demands for constant zombification.
Fingers inching for cherished blades
Obedience taste bitter.
I should have learned to be docile,
To know when to wither.
Instead I was born with poison
Pumping through my veins,
Chaos in my brain,
And wear wrath as a crown.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
I am at a crescendo of this mercurially
fervent woe, maimed by the visage of
_smoke and mirrors;_
"a death in chrysalis is to live once again."
Draping into the worn out disheveled
silk, _beautifully withered_
lulled by the sound of riverbanks
as if it's pacifying the feral.
A star-lit eyes deluged with bliss
rose with thorn-teared flesh
overwhelmed by a mawkish melancholia. Although we were haunted by our old love, _it will never be the same_.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
Blue-grayish waves lap summer's sun-drenched beaches,
eternal, soothing rhythm, an enduring melody, into the soul it reaches.
Neighboring celestial bodies, conductors of the tides, creating eon's symphony,
embracing, pacifying music: a choral harmony.
Placid, glistening lake with fall moon's luminescent splendor,
silvery, reflective mirror, still and serene, lying quietly in slumber.
Bright, streaming rays, upon the surface, become as two entwined eternally,
brilliantly flowing: a beacon of tranquility.
White, pristine snow upon the meadow on a winter's early morning,
softly sown, caressing Mother Earth, pure and alluring.
Sol's rays shimmering on crystal flakes, a mosaic luminosity,
sparkling diamond facets: a blanket of serenity.
Dew-covered fields patched with spring's wild flowers,
dazzling array, vibrant and alive, displaying rainbow's colors.
A zephyr stirs bouquets of aromatic splendor, emerging reality,
a living portrait masterpiece--a canvas of vitality.
Nature, an ageless composer, conceiving kaleidoscope showcases,
perennial seasons casting actors on scores of different stages.
Wise is it, from time to time, to pause in awe and humble reverence,
and view a master artist's majestic, grand performance.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
*Blue is the color of the baby sky,
fluffy clouds meandering the limitless heavens
Blue is the smell of the salty salty ocean;
the deep mystery alive with overflowing lost souls.
Blue is the whimsical whisper of the ocean’s song,
caressing the heart, pacifying the mind.
Blue is where cerulean skies
conjoin with caressing crisp breezes,
as I listen to the roaring debris of the surf.
Blue is the sight of purple waves
crashing gently against each other,
stretching afar
with no limits, no boundaries.
Soft fingers curl around jagged rocks,
whispering traces of blue.
Blue is the marvels of wondrous possibilities
etched by the sea;
It’s cascading waves marking time,
washing emotions onto the shore.
Blue is the feeling of eternal faith and fidelity;
candor eyes speaking your soul, seeing blue.
Wash me away, wash me away,
for I have yet spilled my thoughts and then my mind,
into the perpetual mystic heart of blue.*
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
Hitting me, anger assuming it's
common place, during such
arguments of hate and jealousy
it can be seen in your eyes and
through every vein, that pulsates
through your body, back at me
red and igniting, your body it's
own temple of fire and petrol gas
thrown on by my ever answering
back voice, later silenced.
*My only means of pacifying
you, is to pull you close as
rough as you drag me,
to the floor, kiss you and
allow you to **** me, forcing
all your weight upon, this now
fragile pale skinned girl, as no
light has crossed her bruised
face in so many days, food is
a weakness, her work her, salvation.*
Submissive, I divide you in to
two separate entities, the good of
you, shows affection like no other
passion and commitment, flowers
show up at work, rings, bracelets,
gifts to appease my beaten self
making me, again, yours, again
**** me, it keeps the monster in
you, at bay, controlled I beg for
more, you liked it that way.
*The power, it curbed the anger, curbed my, anxiety and fear of the
unknown, never able to control
the relentless moods demons that
raged through you each and every
moment, you looked me in the eyes
hatred or love, baby blue eyes you
would smile, baby blue eyes you
would swear, voice getting louder
walls broken, face smashed in.*
How I left you, I will never know
only now do I see, nothing I did
or could have done, would change
what you did to me those days and
nights, of pain and torture, ****
me, maybe it was deserved or
maybe I made it that way to appease
him, even myself, but I ask what
would a real man have done?
answer, not that, right?
© Sia Jane
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
As the hail makes love to the streets
I query its vendetta with I
What had I done to be defamed
By such unforeseen chagrin
The sound ‘tis the ****** of the horizon
Echoes that of a violinist scarred by ****** mortification
The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner
Could hook one quickly if not careful
Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair
And saturate in fine rock refrains
A pacifying compensation if I may say
A scripted version of hell
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
When I saw you, I knew already
That you were the kind of girl
boys like me write poems about.
We first met on our way to the beach
But I figured
You'd be giving me the tan
Because your smile
Was at least 10 times as bright
As the sun;
I didn't dare call you beautiful
Because I felt like it'd be an insult
To not fully encompass
How fast my jaw dropped
When we made eye contact.
You probably haven't given me
Much of a second thought,
But to be honest, I haven't either -
My mind is still stuck on the first time
You pierced my conscious
And staked claim on my attention
As if it was just another sandcastle
You wanted to name after yourself.
You crashed into me
Like waves of saltwater
And knocked me down
With the surprise
That God decided he'd rather watch one of his angels
Play tag with my senses while i try to pinpoint
Exactly what it is about you
That's has left me mesmerized.
You're the cool breeze.
You give me goosebumps when you come my way,
Pacifying the billions of beads of sand
To make way for a queen entering her throne.
You are the setting sun,
Making everything you touch
Just a bit more breathtaking by association,
making me wish i could freeze time
Just so i could completely absorb
All that you have to offer.
Your laugh reminds me
Of the gentle ebb and flow of the tide,
A serenade reminding you that,
For the time being,
Everything will be alright.
The next time I go to the beach,
I do not want the saltwater kissing my skin,
I want to walk on water
From your lips kissing mine.
I really wish this day
Would never end.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
i feel that in some places
physical apologies only
make things worse, and
for all the times I tried you
always dismissively waved
your hand and shook your
head, pacifying me with a
simple smile, no, Brooke,
this was my fault.
But the truth is, I'm at fault
too, so one day I hope you
don't look back on me
in dismay, somehow find it in
your heart to forgive me for the
way I am or was. Because love
does not boast the way I did or
refuse an embrace from someone
so confused.
(And although this
wheat field is grand and seemingly
endless I'm thankful to run through
again and again if it meant learning
more from you)
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
A white rose
bathes within
the beautiful radiance
pouring forth from
the yellow stone
resting at base of the
ozone layer---
simulating a beauty of the
highest rarity;
A pacifying desire
beats across my knees; dissolving
into puddles of hunger
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 6:27 AM UTC
P-Pacifying storms with a soothing balm
E-Ever subduing the tempest's hod of harm
A-Allaying our minds of the raging alarm
C-Ceasing thunderous sounds with a palm
E-Earth dwellers seek a road to tranquil calm
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
no pacifying
the hurricane's bane
she is a potent
destructive thrashing train
all before her
shall be flattened
as a tabletop
she'll damage
house and hearth
with her viciousness
Sandy
bears down
Sandy
is riled up
Sandy
will exact a toll
she is a pitiless
hurricane
well out of control
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
I knew you were poison.
Toxic as the cigarettes you smoked, and just as addicting.
I tried quitting you over and over.
Pacifying myself with other addictions,
Like coffee.
But then I learned why coffee is called the liquid cigarette,
It has the same taste but it isn't quite as satisfying.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Thick clouds of fear and terror are around
Least bothered are those who have been crowned
Sighs of grief and pain still remain unheard
Deprived of peace is this unfortunate world
Emaciated stomachs and parched tongues long for food
People are forced to swallow things which are crude
Wealth is the possession of those who are shrewd
Fate of the poor, depends solely on their mood
Even the firmament has lost its’ pacifying beauty
Succession of drones has shattered the serenity
To make it worse, there came a natural calamity
Another opportunity to establish a show of charity
The rivers also wept as much as they could
It’s our responsibility to do more than we should
In fact, if we won’t help then no one would
‘Shelter’, a far cry, atleast give them a hood
Searching for helping hands many died in water
The fierce waves got together and decided to batter
For humans, it should be a serious matter
Do implement what you say to make things better
Such is the ambience of my jolted land
The need of the hour is a caressing hand
As, distraught with dismay are those on this sand
Rise and rebuild their dreams just as they planned
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC
The natural attribute of my inquiring intuition
Coerced me to tread passionately in the wake
Of this provocatively, entertaining creature
To analyze the abstract desires of her mind
She peeks just up over her lovely shoulder
Capturing the dazzling quality of my image
From the corner of her harlequin green eyes
As she licks her lips insatiably with hunger
Ultimately this woman approached me fearlessly
Exuding the very spark of unmistakable attraction
She then began stroking her fingers through my hair
Caressing my face with her assuaging touch of heaven
Softly rubbing my chest while whispering risque enigmas of pleasure
Oh, how I could feel the air of her pacifying breath blowing in my ear
While her alluring cave of magic chafed against my yearning serpent
Not one word was spoken for she could sense my crave to fornicate
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 4:53 PM UTC
Melodies
of fluid nature.
Rainfall’s
pacifying calls.
Peaceful humming
of forest rapids.
Mountain’s waterfalls
echoing on and on
Nature’s streaming song.
Shell ✨🐚
Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 7:28 PM UTC
A Flash of white hot light gently pokes the corner of my eye-- leaving but a tickle, as an enticing reply.
Like an itch that's hard to reach--
Or the steady suckling of a leech--
I quietly begged for more, as a collar begs a *****
Faces swim past; Old & New, Ecstatic & Blue, False & True. Their emboldened hue, upstaged by the pacifying Sky of Blue--
FLASH Once again-- at last!
FLASH* !! That one came in fast...
... And in its place-- where the Majestic Blue once shone so true-- a grave disgrace; an emptiness with a rhythmic pulse slowly grew.
The Sky is dying-- and I crave another--
************FLAAAASH***********
SUCH A RUSH!
And all the faces, cease their races.
Saints & Sinners end their chases.
All of us now, frozen in our places--
****************FLAAAASHH**************
... A collective sigh, and even the Shy begin to cry.
Growingemptiness.
An audible Stillness engulfs our ears-- finally silence after all these years. The knot in my chest embraces my spirit-- squeezing me beyond a body's limit, and suddenly it becomes more Familiar-- more Sincere-- no more pain or paralyzing fear.
The Sky has opened, disappeared and broken-- all in a spectacular soundless splendor-- and for the first time, I am
*FLASH
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
The gentle green bottle
Filled the space with her soothing light
As she awakened the cat
snoozing over the snoozing dog.
Listening to the wind chime
That chimed along the wind.
Humble yet powerful that she was
Reader of the enclosed mind
The shrink of the depressed
The one that besieges
And yet the one that releases
the truth that hides
behind those moist cherry lips.
Oh the comfort of the green light
Soft enough to filter
The harsh sun rays
Unlike the cruel gaze of uncertainty.
So I lie
In the luminous presence
Of the pacifying green glass
Watching the devil's ivy
Thriving within her gorgeous self.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
The man sits in the corner,
A demonstration of madness,
Presented in a song
Rocking like a metronome,
Twiddling his hair,
Teases it through his wild fingers,
Tawny nest sits upon his head,
His crowning glory,
Well beyond pacifying,
Wishes he was dead,
Tried so many times, never with success,
Conversations with them who are not there,
He cowers,
Bombarded with external influence,
Lost in a solitary selfish world with only self for company,
He wants no-one,
Needs no-one,
His head and heart brimming with negativity,
No life outside his saddened house,
He conceals himself as terrified,
Of everything he finds outside,
No happiness will greet him,
While in his tragic world of fantasy he dwells!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Dark whisperer, uninvited
You have come
To know my heart
To taste my lips
To claim my soul
As a traitor to the sun
I turn and desert the world
All I’ve ever known
Comforted by the sound
Of a silent beat
The rhythm of eternity
Pacifying uncertainty
As we walk a nameless path
That none have ventured
To fathom
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC