"perspires" poems
It was quiet in the park,
after lunch, the crowds are few.
Here the statures live in terror
because of what we pigeons do..
We’re adept at carpet bombing.
pets and people feel our wrath.
Our bowels are like loose cannons-
Don’t dare venture in our path.
Now, below, I see a poet
with pen in hand composing.
Intent upon the songbird’s tune
or perchance he’s merely dozing
His senses lulled by cricket’s song,
He perspires in the heat.
My calling card left on his suit.
says chose a different seat.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
The pen trembles, the paper perspires,the hand remains steady. Or is the mind weary and reality an illusion within a dream?
Infatuated with harmonising every line. Your mind is violent but your words are quiet. incessantly bleeding the pen with no anguish, just anarchic serenity as you conclude with tranquil tragedies.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
The sun blares upon me,
as I gather my fruits
from the tree of life.
My body aches and
perspires and I go on,
picking them for my future.
The gloom of this mundane,
sets into my mind,
as I toil in the heat.
I yearn for the rain,
to come and cleanse
me of this toil
and let me enjoy,
the fruits.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
Hot,
Humid,
Awake,
Sweating,
My body unshackled
from the smothering confines of nightly fabric,
I lie exposed and unveiled
to the peeping eyes of the ****** night,
The throne of my forested desire
throbs with a pulsating fire,
My body yearns,
It turns here
and there
twisting the silky bed sheets,
I reach for the pillow
and
press the soft coldness
to my feverish face,
My love for
you
will never ever ebb,
I want you here
to calm my stormy sensuality,
I am no longer the captain of my libido laden ship,
The wanton crew of my stirring soul is tossed
upon ***** seas,
My sails seep with love's liquid lechery
and my fleshy mast is gorged and passionately perspires,
It stiffly smoulders and itches and rises upright
and the tip drips with aromatic moonlight,
Let me rapidly stroke
and come with all pistons pumping into your curvaceous Chinese port,
Oh, my husky darling, throw wide open your harbour's shapely thighs,
Let me plunge my craving anchor deeply,
Oh! so wet and sweetly,
Let the sultry fireworks of our carnality unify and our universes combine,
Bliss! Oh, how I do so much dream of you,
Yet...
My tongue is parched,
My ***** lips are dry,
My throat hungrily burns,
Oh! caress me, lick me, kiss me to life,
Offer to me the hypnotic narcotic of your honey
and let me **** upon your delicate dates
moistened with the milky nectar of paradise,
The air of your smooth touch alone
would cool my licentious temperature,
In the dawn I would surely rise
to face the new day
with a wicked smile making merry upon my chaste face.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
I get confused when
People discuss love as if
It's a vague word
But no it's so much more
Love was portrayed wrong
In fairytales because they introduced
Love at first sight
But didn't emphasize that love isn't about looks
Sometimes the evil villain
Could be the one with the pretty face
Or the one with the white horse
Whereas Prince Charming
Could be a pauper
Who has to work for a living and perspires a lot
He could be clad in not-so-fancy clothings
Then again,that's only one aspect of love
There could be siblings love
There could be passion
Also faith .
I witness love first hand,
when people pray
when a person gobbles up their food
Without showing off on social media
When a pair of old couple uses sign language to
Understand each other.
Love isn't so simple
It's weird and complicated but
One day, I want to have my own love story,
A little but less than a Fairytale.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Love, so colourful and magical yet blind at first
changes just as swiftly as the seasons change,
love perspires ever slowly and inapparently,
till it is lacklustre and lost in the air forever,
Replaced with pretence for the sake of old times,
masking uninterestedness with a fake curiosity.
Lies come freely as one tries not to be obnoxious.
But seemingly, both are trying not to be insolent,
with both professing about love in the air tonight,
even when neither feel even a pinch of it in heart.
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
It is in the lazy, hazy days of late summer
In the heat, a daisy parts company
My body perspires and sends a shimmer
Of sparkling salt down my spine and skin
A rose stands straight like cadet, red
Like his beret, standing as proud as he.
A tropical butterfly dances within
The petals of the rose, tickling the row.
The wind whispers its petals
So secretly, so delicately, to and fro.
The butterfly wears a brave face
Watching the daisy and the rose
With wings just like Nottingham lace.
In the heat, my body embraces its wings
And it kisses my hand, knowing its place
In the lazy, hazy days of the summer.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Romantic rhythms resting in your rib cage
Send riddles for your mind to unravel.
Burning eyes, smoking mouths
like the Natives sage
Rosey faces and empty skull spaces dazzle
Brains replaced with bubble gum
Chewed by the teeth of an Argyranthemum
Over your hairy glory ivory vessel
Light hands travel
Over rising ecstasy bellies
Flooded with golden honey and angel eyelash kisses.
Tongues of desire and feeling of fire
Licking at your thighs.
Put out with my body of water
Rising and falling while skin perspires.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
he is in love with ****
tho' love is unfamiliar ground, for what is it
if never known or felt, defined
like the touch of first rain in spring
neither does this bring joy
to him,
new to this, but in it's circumference
he must linger
and observe such obeyence
on octane rushed inner space...
he is in love with a human *****
the shape and size oddly
gleams
his strength above
yet attentive below, how Dali-images he melts
flap-cakes on forrest-limbs, barren elms
and soggy wall clocks that sit in the dry lakes
sadness of a numbered face...
he is rusting from the wonder
how does it function
like keys to unlock hidden thunder?
he is curious to how this might sound / under
clank of legs? ***** of the skins
how soft will his iron lips begin?
tic-tic-ticking : his suedo-heart's repetition
no different than those yesterdays
mechanical, steady,
as oil perspires from hollow wells
and in moments of fearing rain
showers will stiffen the joints like pertrified woods
man, shuts closed the foil shiney eyes,
and mouth of silver lips
rusting in the quickness like lightning
fingers the opaque sky...
he must have it
this new flesh of a thing called a ****
so he may tell the sunrise
and use the magic it gives men
******* to name the flesh...
the affects
are unsimiliar to him, made of hollow tin
man, he is in love with ****
his mouth is crystalized thin
moaning through the metallics of rust & unspoken
sins
the affects
on him, made hollow ... they are as similar
to the pink heavy man
having loved the woods, the same
but walks away
in flesh & pouring rain
on him without a word to say
petrified and moaning,
lightning in the skies - yes, woodsman,
the affects of your love
are the same,
with or without a heart...
even rusted
he is in love with ****
sad power of men
to finally understand ... there is more
to flesh and less of tin
when it deals with love
tick-tock-ticking
the function of the heart within
shells of men will mock
Body. Heart/Spirit.
Watts.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
*Must we wait for stars when our love seems enough to light the way
can't we be moons for the nights, shall we keep waiting for the day?
are we going to enjoy the beams from our eyes
or just remain poles apart longing for the moment beaming sun will rise?
must we always wait for sleep just so we finally dream
can't we conciously dare to dream about letting our passion scream?
shall we wait for Oceans to dry,can't we build bridges
will the door of our affinity last that long on these rusty hinges?
are we enough for each other or are we going to hunger and thirst
won't we question us all the time or will we completely count on our trust?
Won't we crumble and stumble in the dark caves and stormy waves
will we stick together even when karma turns us to slaves?
must we wait for the saddened birds to sing their songs
can't our hearts sing in appreciation of finding where they belong?
won't we keep dreaming of finding a better place to live in
if we can't make a better place of the historical cities within?
will we forgive each other when we make mistakes
won't our humanity and faults determine the long this takes?
why wait for the joys to write poetry and stories of romance
can't we pen every dance, delightful or sad by any chance
Can't we do everything it takes to be closer than this
shall wishes be our embrace and virtually flying forever our kiss?
will we be able to endure the long while we only have us at Heart
until it's no longer like that, until we cease to be oceans apart?
can we always press restart when we pause and when we hurt
won't we fail to pick up, and at the first fall this love might depart?
must we wait till we have enough cash to own mansions and yacht
can't we find content in the little,in starting together from scratch?
will we hike up the hill together, toil and sweat for the fruits
shall another remain down the foot and look on as one perspires?
will we extinguish our flames or just embrace the burning desires
shall we seal the cracks,won't we look on whilst
they tear further into canyons and consequently mute the lutes?
must we wait for the mango of our attraction to ripen
shouldn't we peel the bitter Exocarp and with salt eat the endocarp raw?
can't we make the best of the opportunities that are open
instead of looking on at the flowers of us waiting for them to grow?
must we wait to follow in the footprints of tales of true love
can't we just pave a way to a new plot ,one we deserve?
must we painfully wait for the engagement ring to decide
shouldn't we be jumping onto the motorboat of life and enjoying the ride?*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
I peeked down the corridor
and there within I saw
Nothing. Utter dark and null
devoid of bright or dull.
Recoil'd not I from the drear'
in holding back childish fear.
Of the Dark
My ear it crept closer still
towards the sound of zilch and nil,
nothing. Vacuous silence,
drumming steady absence.
Tempted by the resting rhythm -
absent metre and system.
.
Deepest cold pierces the nose
out of shadow its scent arose,
Nothing. Faint eau de toilette,
an odourless silhouette.
Made curious to explore
beyond what was heard or saw.
Impatience tipped my tongue
caution begging to be flung,
No More - ravenous nether
thirsting night tide aether.
Mouth salivates and perspires,
drowning in the lightless mire.
--
At last - I am one and none,
for I the darkness has come,
Senses suspended: sound, sight,
scent, taste, now touch the night.
No I nor we - no more ...
Solemn stately corridor,
Of the dark.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
I wonder what spins around that star
That one up there, the one up far
Part of the glories of the universe,
Another golden purse, beautifully diverse,
Does its gravity warmly embrace
An intelligent race or just empty rocks in space?
Or is it there for us to admire,
Another signal fire, the blackness perspires,
Like a woman who can’t have kids,
But showers loving fits on her friends’ misfits,
However, I hope, she is a mother,
To sons and daughters, sisters and brothers,
Where beings love and live and lie,
Things cry and fly and hope never dies,
I hope they gaze at night at our own mother,
And their hearts flutter, and wonder, like we wonder
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
A cerebral puddle of hypersensitive learning static
--
I dip into a forbidden fountain once again
--
deeper this time
Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.
Taking it apart
Analysis and fragmentation
An obseversationalist's dream!
Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain
(through means less conventional... To some)
I throw the dice again and again.
I never lose...
just my luck I suppose?
But in reality I could of lost it all that day...
Brain drunk in mindlessness...
Blazed- in a sunset overcoat, my radiator blood stream perspires in a way that I had never seen until now...
Fading in and out of focus
~My safe zone is diminishing~
I can no longer draw you the lines I walked that day.
Alleviating my sickness for a time and
Vexing my temporary cure... I really must be ill
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Slowly dripping.
Slowly ticking.
Quickly fading.
Quickly changing.
Continuously falling.
Continuously falling.
The sweat that perspires from my forehead.
The clock that lies right above my death bed.
My vison that was once crystal clear.
My twisted demonic thoughts through out my years. Me as I slipped.
Me as I tripped.
Im contiously falling.....
Bright lights from above.
Im momentarily blinded.
An angel.. the angel love.
A messanger for me to be reminded.
All is never lost.
There is always a way.
No excuses no denial.
There is always oppurtunties to stop from drifting away.
Memories can not harm you.
They are just reminders that you have overcome.
All the pain you have suffered.
Once you can move on.....
You have won.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
*You reek of alcohol,
And as you try to crawl your way into sanity
Your skin perspires with sweat of desperation
You reek of cigarettes,
As you let the thick smoke linger inside your thoughts
Blinding you from your own pure existence
Then, you begin to cease everything you've done
You let time heal you, and now,
You reek of nothing but of love*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
A marble stone perspires
Naked among a hall of flames
Its soul slowly expires
Melting under the fires
Art among a hall of all blames.
Marred, o meandering mind
Attached, and tainted by human kind
Grazed and abused by God's gold gaze
Numbed and mumbling in a maze
Irked, taken by the moral bind
Fearing this fool felony
Idling to be once loved again
Collapsing in agony
At you goes this poetry
Trying to tear apart your pain…
March 20, 2013
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
Your immaculate touch and warm embrace
Your my shining light my sweet caress
your burning lips and perfect hips
A little taste is a fulfilling feat
Drenched in saline tumbling fingers down your spine
Dry skin perspires flooded with wine
Sip and lick all the pleasure is mine
I am going deeper while your angelic eyes shine
Oh so smooth your skin feels so very fine
Silent cries begging faster and for more
The earth shakes and crumble while we do it on floor
With bodies intact glued together as one
Every shrug is as hot as **** burning like the sun
Only you and I are the victim who gladly surrendered
Till' the moment it melts and spills, a love to remember
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
The *** in his hand starts to move
To till the soil, he shoves and shoves
He doesn’t care the weight of the world
He thinks of you, he produces food.
He worked silently under the scorching sun
With no complains, heavy works in hand
He perspires so much that glitters in his head
That forms like that of precious beads.
Seems underrated in the midst of life
He has to work beyond his sight
His work is a precious reason
To nourish you, a generation be born.
His unconditional love to the people
Beyond of his measured goal
His heart is as vast as the sea
Made us survive day by day.
Unsung hero, redefined the word fought
His work was not as much they thought
Without his life, the world will doom
The world may seem an empty room.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
The prince of the flowers of malevil
Sees the black creature
In the dark night, hard
Hallucinatory skin
The top note so pure
Heart, depth, body, under her shawl
She is woman, moving
In the author’s mind
The night of her mysteries
Does not follow the hour
Of day taking the earth
His perfume however perspires
Of the poet’s mind,
This is not a study
Letters can tell the difference
Between a worried passerby
And a non-existent love
For Baudelaire, skinny.
His ***** mistress
Of his desires and angers
His body makes him suffer
The poet writhes
Under the pressure and the spell
Of his harmful fragrance
Written on December 13, 2016
Lyon Metro
Translated on April 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
As her mind perspires
I'll gladly give her a reason to respire
I'll be your only squire
Treat you like a gentleman from Berkshire
Make those heartbeats higher
Dousing her sorrows
Causing her to perspire
Equidistant of both her lower appendages
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
To be or not to be...
What is it that is so captivating of a tree
The plants that stand in Noble stance
To have no eyes
But to see more than the eyes can see
To uphold a roof that all dwell under
Filtering the abominations in the sky
What would we be without air...
We must take time to slow down and care
The buffet for our lungs to sing what must be sung and to feed the flame of the Mighty bright heat of a fire that perspires to warm my flesh
An invention of the gods to make variant dishes more edible that aren't so fresh
The guiding light in dark cold nights
To lead me to the water that baptizes my organs to keep me floating in a mental elemental paradise
Oh how wise to recognise and appreciate the fate of the gifts in this elemental paradise
The soul glides through it's endeavors
The ether it's home
Come back to me and melt with the crone
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
at night landbreeze heads back to seas
and seeds of dreams do blow
roots dig deep in buoyancy
with memories in tow
anything not anchored down by
earthclung facts and doubt,
unsound thoughts get swept and bound by
hopeful tumult’s spout
awash inside an ocean
tumbl’d bumbling, all blues,
emotion in implosion
under pressure becomes truths
those clouds aloft in springtime brew
do breach the moon and glow
but nothing which perspires dew
does last the dawn, I know
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
Your breath against my skin
The events about to transpire
It just got really hot in here
'cause I came too close to your fire
Desperate for your affections
And your midnight desires
Just sitting here close to you
My wanton body perspires
Our bodies fit like a mold
Made only for us two
Lovers that can share this
Are reserved only for a few
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC