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but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring) ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness as if god’s flowers were pulling upon bells of gold i looked up and thought to myself Death and will You with elaborate fingers possibly touch the pink hollyhock existence whose ***** eyes look from morning till night into the street unchangingly the always old lady sitting in her gentle window like a reminiscence partaken softly at whose gate smile always the chosen flowers of reminding
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But The Other
439 Undue Significance a starving man attaches To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Hopeless— And therefore—Good— Partaken—it relieves—indeed— But proves us That Spices fly In the Receipt—It was the Distance— Was Savory—
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Undue Significance a starving man attaches
Awaiting that moment, was it Meant to be, as two feathers Floated upon a last breath. White as if from heaven, landed Settled upon the left eye. Seeing, searching the mind of All the good that was done. Dark as night a feather as ominous As night itself fell upon the right. Seeing, searching the soul for All that tainted through life. Barbs did seed upon the flesh, and all that was known was now Learnt, nothing hidden all was seen from within. Each rachis did fill, leached from The body of what was drawn in, Soul, heart, mind now emptied in to each feather filled. The quill did drip, with all that Was taken, the feathers had fallen Earthbound each partaken upon the Gateways of the soul. What did it find within, as a drop Fell from each upon the lips, and A last word spoken from each. But only you will speak these words Once the feathers fall and see all Within. One white, one black which One will carry you, where will your Afterlife now begin.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
Two Feathers Fell Earthwards
Let us converge on the greatest Garden and then turn to others of meaning and beauty we are so dutiful To work with family but in the beginning not only clues but evidence shows our great need we need to With draw walk the garden paths at evening time with our creator father how peace would flow into the Deepest recesses of our being briars of discontent found today would be changed into focal points of Clustered flowers to the eye they enthrall with softness their scent infill’s the empty vessel that was Spilled or intentionally poured out for the help of others with the most soothing rush it flows over the Whole of you bask in this released treasure and then lift your eyes from His gifts to His lips that are Speaking to you never have you partaken or been to the inner and outer most part of yourself with total Disclosure confusion pain and alienation lift as a soiled garment the refreshing sweeping breeze carries Torment out to sea the moist outer banks flood in as a great mist you are at once bound and beaming With the knowledge that you are a most valuable person He addresses yourself aberrations that Demean your true worth so it lies in all men and women the tell tale accuser the discomfited not from Friend’s family or stranger did not William say it so truly “to thine own self be true” we are most cruel to Ourselves this trait is vanquished when we are in the very presence of all consuming love he looks inside At every hurt you see through His eyes and there is no complaint or accusation just acceptance faraway Longings surprisingly touch and fill attending sorrow that baffled with a consistency how it unerringly always found the mark it never missed your heart now by the touch of His hand On the side of your face an erasing a newness of promise was put in its place how your smile told an Outward story of the final removal of trepidations that were corrosive and were clay like that stuck and Clung to your soul creating a heaviness and depression now the freeing bouncy love dispels the darkest Apparitions that are lies that fight your best and highest interest what was the word that said moving Mountains yes the heights and lows are neutralized now joy peace is at flood stage all it took was a stroll In the garden
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
Eventide Garden
Let us converge on the greatest Garden and then turn to others of meaning and beauty we are so dutiful To work with family but in the beginning not only clues but evidence shows our great need we need to With draw walk the garden paths at evening time with our creator father how peace would flow into the Deepest recesses of our being briars of discontent found today would be changed into focal points of Clustered flowers to the eye they enthrall with softness their scent infill’s the empty vessel that was Spilled or intentionally poured out for the help of others with the most soothing rush it flows over the Whole of you bask in this released treasure and then lift your eyes from His gifts to His lips that are Speaking to you never have you partaken or been to the inner and outer most part of yourself with total Disclosure confusion pain and alienation lift as a soiled garment the refreshing sweeping breeze carries Torment out to sea the moist outer banks flood in as a great mist you are at once bound and beaming With the knowledge that you are a most valuable person He addresses yourself aberrations that Demean your true worth so it lies in all men and women the tell tale accuser the discomfited not from Friend’s family or stranger did not William say it so truly “to thine own self be true” we are most cruel to Ourselves this trait is vanquished when we are in the very presence of all consuming love he looks inside At every hurt you see through His eyes and there is no complaint or accusation just acceptance faraway Longings surprisingly touch and fill attending sorrow that baffled with a consistency how it unerringly always found the mark it never missed your heart now by the touch of His hand On the side of your face an erasing a newness of promise was put in its place how your smile told an Outward story of the final removal of trepidations that were corrosive and were clay like that stuck and Clung to your soul creating a heaviness and depression now the freeing bouncy love dispels the darkest Apparitions that are lies that fight your best and highest interest what was the word that said moving Mountains yes the heights and lows are neutralized now joy peace is at flood stage all it took was a stroll In the garden
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A famous "Barry Hodges" poem! I was strolling along the Normandy beaches In the close vicinity of Caen one day With a very tasty piece of arm-candy to hand When I found a bleached human femur on the beach. Oh dear me, what thoughts this conjured up in my brain As I imagined whose bone it might have been! Perhaps some pathetic soldier boy landing in forty-four Who got slotted by a gallant German gunner, His eyes feasting on the sacrificial cannon fodder So foolishly supplied for his target practice. Then, as I grabbed my lady friend's juicy **** Causing her to turn and sink her tongue into my earhole, We sank onto the sands in order to sate our lusts, (enflamed by a very delicious meal of moules marinières and a bucket or two of well-chilled Muscadet sur Lie) I thought, what the **** does it all matter? This is now, and that was then, and this old world Has become a much nicer place nowadays; But how mistaken I was in that fond thought; Oh what an idealist I am in a world of woe. For, all of a sudden, a contingent of fat dwarfs appeared, Totally naked apart from their luminous Uncle Sam hats And the Stars and Stripes hanging from their arseholes; How I marvelled at their disgusting shapes (and how surprised was I to find their genitals were of normal measurements and thus rather intrusively large by comparison with the rest of their miniature bodies). O dear Lord and alleged Father of Mankind Forgive their horrid ways verily and forsooth. With a whoop, those demented military retards, [see note below] The famous 118th battalion ****** Marine veterans, A contingent of whom emerged from a portable toilet (which must have been a bit of a tight squeeze), Chopped my girl-friend up with their bayonets, Whereupon I crapped myself in terror and pity, Before retrieving the purse from the eviscerated corpse, Realizing that her PIN number was still useable Until 'les flics' discovered her unfortunate remains After the shore ***** had partaken thereof.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
Memories of the Normandy Beaches
A famous "Barry Hodges" poem! I was strolling along the Normandy beaches In the close vicinity of Caen one day With a very tasty piece of arm-candy to hand When I found a bleached human femur on the beach. Oh dear me, what thoughts this conjured up in my brain As I imagined whose bone it might have been! Perhaps some pathetic soldier boy landing in forty-four Who got slotted by a gallant German gunner, His eyes feasting on the sacrificial cannon fodder So foolishly supplied for his target practice. Then, as I grabbed my lady friend's juicy **** Causing her to turn and sink her tongue into my earhole, We sank onto the sands in order to sate our lusts, (enflamed by a very delicious meal of moules marinières and a bucket or two of well-chilled Muscadet sur Lie) I thought, what the **** does it all matter? This is now, and that was then, and this old world Has become a much nicer place nowadays; But how mistaken I was in that fond thought; Oh what an idealist I am in a world of woe. For, all of a sudden, a contingent of fat dwarfs appeared, Totally naked apart from their luminous Uncle Sam hats And the Stars and Stripes hanging from their arseholes; How I marvelled at their disgusting shapes (and how surprised was I to find their genitals were of normal measurements and thus rather intrusively large by comparison with the rest of their miniature bodies). O dear Lord and alleged Father of Mankind Forgive their horrid ways verily and forsooth. With a whoop, those demented military retards, [see note below] The famous 118th battalion ****** Marine veterans, A contingent of whom emerged from a portable toilet (which must have been a bit of a tight squeeze), Chopped my girl-friend up with their bayonets, Whereupon I crapped myself in terror and pity, Before retrieving the purse from the eviscerated corpse, Realizing that her PIN number was still useable Until 'les flics' discovered her unfortunate remains After the shore ***** had partaken thereof.
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Leaving those trusting eyes— was indeed the cruelest act I have ever partaken in. Tagging along after numerous hugs, These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as mortal enemy. Now this nonliving object was my ultimately my enemy. Silently they wept, I wrap my arms around her, I gave everything I had to offer. Hope Washing over the diluted curvatures of my face, my mind began to spin out of control. Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core. Every motherly instinct I possessed now Stood, perched in tip-toed fashion. Stunning those hopeful faces, I turned my back— like everyone else who had come before me. Sliding into the bus seat one final time, my numbness took over—aching taking refuge on a limb. Had I held them back from their victory? Or had I helped them pursue it? Transforming, I will never be the same. Will I go back for those kids?
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Spellbound
It seemed an unassuming crumb Wrenched from the grips of its mother loaf Left to crumble In the presence of those unaware But this morsel Would hail a story greater than that of its counterparts Lying in the focus of beings With a hunger more substantial Than this piece could ever satisfy Two ravens flew Independent of each other Without a care for one another Until they were enraptured by this: A small glimmer Of what could barely be consumed Perhaps on a normal day They would have ignored such an insignificant piece But this was different If only for the smallest detail However meaningless In another being present Eyeing the same insignificant morsel An observer of the two may have been surprised At the sudden dip of each creature Almost as if one existed as a mirror to the other Towards what seemed to be a random patch of the Earth Littered with the beauty of life’s variety But only a single speck holding their attention It was a vicious conflict Partaken by this pair of newfound rivals Involved in their intricate dance In a time, brief to those outside But a saga, spanning millennia, in their view In its cumulation, the matter of the victor became trivial As they lay upon this patch, once tranquil, The cost of such an insignificant piece now lay prevalent in their minds Their jealousy a sign of their true defeat
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Two Ravens
Initially it was dark, I don't remember what has happened before, Perhaps I am not supposed to, I perceived the rays of light through her dark skin, I evinced it by closing my eyes, I freed my legs and it hit her,she laughed at it, I stole her breath,she didn't complain, I drank the food she had,she relished it, I didn't know that she took all the nutrition on the planet to nurture me, I peed in her,she didn't care a hoot, I experienced what she experienced, She became a conduit of my experience, Then I became the basis of her experience, I had partaken the moments with her Without knowing what she means to me, For the first time I drew my breathe on the planet,I was beside her...crying crying, because of the ecstasy for having seen my source on the planet, For all the things I have done to her,she really loves me like she had never before... She is the mother who is the secondary source of my existence on my planet, I am in the eternal debt to her, If I am in eternal debt to her, Then I realized that how I should be to the source of my mother and the creation of existence, I cannot owe anything to her,I can only bow to her... she is the mother of all the creatures on the planet, So I walk gracefully on the planet,loving every entity on the planet, Because they are the creation of my mother..... If I really love and respect my mother for what she is, I should love and respect every creature on the planet for what they are, Love everyone because that is our quality.....
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
FEMININE:AN ODYSSEY THROUGH THE WOMB.
Initially it was dark, I don't remember what has happened before, Perhaps I am not supposed to, I perceived the rays of light through her dark skin, I evinced it by closing my eyes, I freed my legs and it hit her,she laughed at it, I stole her breath,she didn't complain, I drank the food she had,she relished it, I didn't know that she took all the nutrition on the planet to nurture me, I peed in her,she didn't care a hoot, I experienced what she experienced, She became a conduit of my experience, Then I became the basis of her experience, I had partaken the moments with her Without knowing what she means to me, For the first time I drew my breathe on the planet,I was beside her...crying crying, because of the ecstasy for having seen my source on the planet, For all the things I have done to her,she really loves me like she had never before... She is the mother who is the secondary source of my existence on my planet, I am in the eternal debt to her, If I am in eternal debt to her, Then I realized that how I should be to the source of my mother and the creation of existence, I cannot owe anything to her,I can only bow to her... she is the mother of all the creatures on the planet, So I walk gracefully on the planet,loving every entity on the planet, Because they are the creation of my mother..... If I really love and respect my mother for what she is, I should love and respect every creature on the planet for what they are, Love everyone because that is our quality.....
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hAVE mERCY. fOR eVERY fAULT i hAVE mADE. fOR eVERY wRONGDOING i hAVE cOMITTED. fOR eVERY uNJUST aND uNRIGHTEOUS dEED i hAVE pARTAKEN iN. fORGIVE mE fOR eVERY uNHOLY aCTION i hAVE iMPLIMENTED iN mY lIFE. sPARE mY sOUL. aMEN,
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
lORD.
Few years from now where you Will be living a fulfilling life and myself unruffled inhabiting the latent aura , Ouch!then smites the peripetia, Ensuingly at a gratifying glance, You see me,you merely remember me. Your mind ponders but your eyes struck as if it has a memory,but at the very Perceptively poising moment I see you, my mind and eyes struck intimately,and Satiable senses synergize momentarily, while the other senses get numb. Nothing travels in my mind, no electrical impulses,it is as if  I am meditating, but my eyes gets emotional as if it bears an image. It secretes the preserved fluid   that gravitates  to my cheek, where my hands scatter it along my face. the years don't matter,even at the touch of trance,you sprout from my thought. The thoughts of partaken moments vacillate in my mind,perhaps, my senses don't work but my heart works for you...... I love you for the millionth time,as I say this it adds to another or nothing. (A moment that happened for once, never promised to happen twice nor hence, but the fantasy pursues me thence, the fantasy that pierces (me) )
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
who says eyes don't have a memory.
Can thou of most unholy acts Speak to the treachery that hath not Been partaken, yet is still reality To the delusional eyes that sink Far far beneath thoust skull? In what fashion of logic can thou Speak to the degrees of infidelity When thoust hand embraces on man's Whilst your head lays upon another?
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
Untitled
Although I too have forgotten my lines today's celluloid seems to be shedding its script the raw talent confers a lack of oomph. Only my projection screen follows perfection. I'm caught in a nitrate web, with partaken beauty firing my basement dreams, onward choices amongst Colleen Moore and Blanche Sweet testifies professionalism spoke eloquently without words
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
Silent Screens
Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor
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Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
Velvet Dragon
While through my life I'm numbers counting of every qualm that I'm surmounting, 'twill serve me well to stay reminding that I've partaken of the binding. A binding strength of faith-in-motion; A binding source of pure devotion: 'I'll walk this road with you, my dear... And we will conquer mortal fear! ' Living life with eager haste Trying moments not to waste I reflect in calm reminding, 'I've partaken of the binding! A binding of my heart to hers; A binding love that passion stirs... With you, my dear, I'll live to see what God has planned for you and me! ' While in the pains of living death if gasping for a hopeful breath it gives me life to stay reminding that I've partaken of the binding! A binding purpose for my trying! A binding force to silence crying! 'With you, my love, I'll make it home... And nevermore will anguish roam! '
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
The Binding
I opened them up just slightly, then in haste I departed there creases and all that was inside spilt upon the floor. I learnt from my first mistake, this wasn't the first time I had opened one up. But the realization over took my needing and what was within expelled so much held within, mistaking what was and now spilt on the surroundings. The next time I emptied them gently in to the tub, I was slightly strange but I preferred to cut two open then miss them in essence, I was hungry for what they had to give and once I had my fill I discarded then to the side lingering in a mess of what once was and what was partly tasted sodden in the essence I had partaken to envelope them both in. A few days later I had a taste for something different, so I delved my knife into it. So seductive to watch it break upon the skin, I scraped upon it and I licked the knife like it was a lolly pop weeping essence on my tongue. Then I spread it on the other then I lacerated cutting it with a blunt knife, lusting the feel on my palm. Do you know how long it takes to cut deep with a blunt instrument. Time, and I adored the pleasure of the misery that I felt when I finally ****** through from front to aft. I put the blade down, and that piece that had became singular was now digested within myself and it was salty going down. I ****** cereal every morning the aroma when descending exquisite.
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Cereal Killer
Escape from captivity pulled off when I came of age boyhood begrudged, and bested by brigandage, but willpower sans declaration of independence begot bravery against British brutes bridging caper (involving collusion) to bust loose from cage, and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks and sculpted treasures by classical masters without causing damage taught by professional thieves requiring minimal equipage whereat over time footage sordid memory constantly replayed plunder and pillage unwittingly fostering getaway from hell raising gambits planting seed to gauge optimal instance cut footloose cutting dashing Dickensian goniff to feign criminal shenanigans running rampant with militant spunky gangs "FAKING" das spies zing trumpeting hostage killing and taking, nonetheless swallowing bitter pill reeking havoc as honorable image in order to survive within world wide web of criminals (especially an unwelcome foreigner), where skills as buccaneer really put to test, and tried maximum lawlessness partaken in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied pitifull looking indigent vagabond self away by donning "FAKE" whippersnapper benefiting getting to sally and ride always exuding patriotic pride pleasing ghosts of founding fathers against their autonomy from crown weathering woe be chide recrimination impossible to enforce as bride of Lady Liberty opened arms for those, who made dangerous journey across avast ocean only to confront (whodunit) thuggery this lifestyle ****** looting, and burning WITHOUT choice, but guilt aye didst abide. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Retrospective many generations since marking birth of a nation (The United States of America), now mecca, sans land of milk and honey current president imposed antithetical ration!
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Life As A Highway Robber
Escape from captivity pulled off when I came of age boyhood begrudged, and bested by brigandage, but willpower sans declaration of independence begot bravery against British brutes bridging caper (involving collusion) to bust loose from cage, and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks and sculpted treasures by classical masters without causing damage taught by professional thieves requiring minimal equipage whereat over time footage sordid memory constantly replayed plunder and pillage unwittingly fostering getaway from hell raising gambits planting seed to gauge optimal instance cut footloose cutting dashing Dickensian goniff to feign criminal shenanigans running rampant with militant spunky gangs "FAKING" das spies zing trumpeting hostage killing and taking, nonetheless swallowing bitter pill reeking havoc as honorable image in order to survive within world wide web of criminals (especially an unwelcome foreigner), where skills as buccaneer really put to test, and tried maximum lawlessness partaken in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied pitifull looking indigent vagabond self away by donning "FAKE" whippersnapper benefiting getting to sally and ride always exuding patriotic pride pleasing ghosts of founding fathers against their autonomy from crown weathering woe be chide recrimination impossible to enforce as bride of Lady Liberty opened arms for those, who made dangerous journey across avast ocean only to confront (whodunit) thuggery this lifestyle ****** looting, and burning WITHOUT choice, but guilt aye didst abide. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Retrospective many generations since marking birth of a nation (The United States of America), now mecca, sans land of milk and honey current president imposed antithetical ration!
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The watchful gaze shone down, and then the blade, deep and swift… Made even gentle bloodied sunrise, too terrifying for my eyes Days in hiding came to nights where, sleep superfluous, I slept not… Until I shed that sacrificial skin, now poisoned, now unholy, now thin And seeing it no longer as my own, I marveled at its hoary creeds, barnacles… Its gruesome rust of well-intentioned lusts, turned water swift to clinging mud Now free of age, of sins partaken, a naked Adam in a sweet garden… Timeless, weightless, a sanctity of soul, natural man, new-made, now whole
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Death, Sin, and Other Trivia
the ritual was draped in ember assemblage of eyes watched-- so curious, but oblivious purging in the flickering fire, it wasn't a campfire for the ancestry of sorrow, it was where crimson sap partaken in abundance—  from their own slaughter of Caesalpinia, never could quench the history of rueful roots
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
untitled
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you but not the moments of self-happiness, Because when I am happy by myself I don't think about anyone or anything, But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?, Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering, but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering which comes along with longing, Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you... albeit the moments of longing are suffering... I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Agenbite of inwit.
Sweet opus, sweeter hope Anger in the same, of a friends stare? Sent from here to eternity, a chastity's cope Through the eyes of friendship, we know a care... Sentiment of challenges, asked to contain A laugh of days long austerity The grace or the cramp of resolve, to maintain A hopeful live and let it be known, the choice of a vanity Sweet hope, sweeter opus Set to livid forces, we sake a chance meeting With advancing judgment, of a seemingly national cause Set to living days, a blow of wind with time for a friend? Prayers are said Patience be a column of repose, livid even as tears stream Plied eyes should, a careful need for what was lead Persuasion of a courtesy, that has become a pet demon... Pretty invaders, in particularity's cloth, seconds of dress That are formal, that are fiendish? To make no mistake about a hateful lip, heard in the God bless Of the moment partaken, where a silent mention of a wish... Is a brazen cough, of psyche and dismay... Taken to reality; for a simpler have, and orchestration How is a waiting hour, the only way to seek a smile from a stranger? Answering the question, a priest indicates if hell to pay, is our destination... Secrets of watches, of the teary night None to lay, and become a knight of persuasion asking ways Of a reason beyond silence, the order of dread to a wishful right Right about now, a marriage has looked, and seen times bell mays Power of the named And the cursing of prowess, to understate the privilege Will a careful lip understand the notion, of a particular shame? Setting love before justice, is a reality of gestures for life, or a ******
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
A Field Of Flowers That Said, To Hell With Hell, *****
Sweet opus, sweeter hope Anger in the same, of a friends stare? Sent from here to eternity, a chastity's cope Through the eyes of friendship, we know a care... Sentiment of challenges, asked to contain A laugh of days long austerity The grace or the cramp of resolve, to maintain A hopeful live and let it be known, the choice of a vanity Sweet hope, sweeter opus Set to livid forces, we sake a chance meeting With advancing judgment, of a seemingly national cause Set to living days, a blow of wind with time for a friend? Prayers are said Patience be a column of repose, livid even as tears stream Plied eyes should, a careful need for what was lead Persuasion of a courtesy, that has become a pet demon... Pretty invaders, in particularity's cloth, seconds of dress That are formal, that are fiendish? To make no mistake about a hateful lip, heard in the God bless Of the moment partaken, where a silent mention of a wish... Is a brazen cough, of psyche and dismay... Taken to reality; for a simpler have, and orchestration How is a waiting hour, the only way to seek a smile from a stranger? Answering the question, a priest indicates if hell to pay, is our destination... Secrets of watches, of the teary night None to lay, and become a knight of persuasion asking ways Of a reason beyond silence, the order of dread to a wishful right Right about now, a marriage has looked, and seen times bell mays Power of the named And the cursing of prowess, to understate the privilege Will a careful lip understand the notion, of a particular shame? Setting love before justice, is a reality of gestures for life, or a ******
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Under this white sheet of purity and love Our warm bodies meet with so much longing and want Mind-blowing desires we feel cannot be hidden Forces of nature should be partaken. Turning my back now, you slowly sneak your arms around my curves Resting your face on my slender neck Smelling my sweet scent of talc and milk. Engulfing me with your warmth and love Legs imprisoning me as you press your hard body to mine While trailing kisses that brought chills down my spine. As your hands tenderly touching me in the right places I moaned and shouted your name in ecstasy and release You covered my mouth with soft, unhurried kisses Preventing the sound that you so selfishly created, but drowned. Now, I forced my eyes to stay close Savoring the moments and the contentment it brought But this **** eyes are opening, and as I turned my head around I saw a pillow without a crown.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Untitled
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you not the moments of happiness, Because when I am happy I don't think about anyone or anything, But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?, Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering, but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering that comes along with longing, Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you... albeit the moments of longing are suffering... I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Agenbite of inwit...
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Tribute to Shakespeare - "Remember Me" W. Shakespeare
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
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Love? Thought I felt it yet it fled away. I question it now. What do I love? I love my family, I love my friends. But what of that other love? The fairy tale one which I believe I've never partaken in. But when I hold you, You say "love me". I give you the biggest squeeze and agree. All the love I need is in your arms, Your laugh, Your smile, I may not be "in love" but I feel closer than ever before. I love that kinda love.
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
That Kind Of Love
In my life, never did I've regretted my decisions For I knew what I was doing to my life Or at least I pretended to; Now, those simple plea of my Mother years ago All those advices and sweet words, I've never listened Came crashing every faith I have in me Drowning me in realizations Why did I not listened to her? What have I done to myelf- to my life? The inevitable is now clear Those stubbornness I possess Leaded me to my story now- lost and helpless; For never did I knew I've lost my path back home When I kept on chasing after dead dreams my heart seeks- without looking back; And never listened to the words of wisdom my Mother partaken for me; Now, having no accomplishments only regrets I slowly drift back to the place my heart belongs Where my Mother awaits for my return And welcomes me once more.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
Path back home