Persuadable poems on Hello Poetry

Arcassin B Aug 2016

By Arcassin Burnham

You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,

Enticing devil's nectar in a trance I see myself,
Doing unspeakable things,
This is not good for my health,
Stayed away for awhile,
But it tried to call me back,
So I went to see what the fuss was about and it attacked,
Got a bucket full of issues,
Didn't get the hang of this one,
Pulling cards and taking names just feeling like I really
Jumped the gun,
Drinking out the bottle so much I can't speak,
Shackles on my feet,
Is this really good for me, in disbelief,
I feel so trippy, wild , young , free , lucky , generous,
It was agreeable , persuadable, lustful and fearless,
In pure bliss,
Like the color of mist over clouding my head,
I was developing the fear of thinking that I was dead , but now I'm like...

You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to.

©ABPoetry2016

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Karen Love May 2015

Addictive

Midnight crawls between black satin sheets wearing nothing but all day skin
Tongue dripping with concentrated fibs
Hoping to lick daylight from between her thighs
He thrusts against the moments that they once shared
Aroused by a surge of lechery, she's tempted
Her spirit still wet from allowing his sin to rupture her already swollen fears
Her body rejects the memory of the passion they once shared
She can't bleed the poison from her soul
Her mind is calloused
Her heart is the only entity that's persuadable
He massages it until it's soft, creamy and weak to his touch
With her guards cuffed to the head of the moment, she submits
Only to abandon the truth that's been there since the wake of his betrayal
He slides lies back-and-forth throughout the crevices of her trust
She's entangled in a web that once held promises of forever yours
She misses the walks in his heart
Her mind grinds desperately against a slither of hope
She wants to release the demons that he fertilized her with
Instead she sacrifices her soul to the crust of a man that gave his to the streets
Once again she's left empty with nothing but the thoughts around her ankles and the crumbled regret at her feet

Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2021

Moving The Goalpost

To what extent
is reality persuadable

Are the fence posts in concrete,
the commas unknown

Are the laws of existence
as such, redefinable

The axioms fluid
—truth more than is shown

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

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