"persuades" poems
All around me, I see endless fear.
Fear of heights, sure, fear of scuttling things
Fear of darkness, fear of bites
Fear of brightness, fear of fights.
This is the fear we can display
Because it’s little, simple, understandable.
But the fear I really fear
That we all let consume us
Is deeper,
Darker,
Cold.
It’s the fear of friendship, fear of love,
Fear of what’s ahead of us
But even more of what’s behind us
Fear to see what’s really beyond
The faces we all fake.
Fear of the unknowable
Fear of what we know
Fear of speaking out or up or for
Fear of conforming to something more
Fear to test the limits
Fear to taste the truth
Fear of what’s uncomfortable
Rather than the deception of comfort
Fear of what to do
Fear of striving for perfection
When perfection’s so unattainable.
Fear of to leave what has been known
Fear of what has been done
Fear to see past fabrication,
Fear to show the truth.
I’m talking fear of emotion
Or fear of not feeling enough
Fear of silence, but worse,
The fear of candid words.
Fear to look someone in the eye
And say, “I know you,
And I care for you.”
Fear to let someone see the darkness that comes with your light
Fear of rebelling though it’s time someone did
Fear of doing what you want and know
Because of what someone told you you should
Fear of being who you are
Because every day everyone is telling you
What to do and who to be
And what is acceptable
And what is not.
I’m talking fear of having an opinion
Because someone will shoot it down
Fear of defense or service or selflessness
Because someone won’t approve.
Fear to accept because of fear of acceptance
Fear to truly love someone
Because it’s risky,
And you never know
What someone else really feels.
I cry for the fear of
Every person who can’t be
Who they are and who can’t
Let people see them in their entirety
Because after all everyone urges
And persuades and demands and values
And idolizes and expects,
You don’t even know yourself,
Because you've been too busy
With trying to be so many different
“Someone Else"s.
I ache for this relentless fear.
I mourn the stagnancy of the condition
Of the human soul who is so afraid
To let go of fear
And BE somebody,
To do something or say something, or simply believe,
That the only thing they truly trust
Is the familiarity
Of fear itself.
That’s why fear is frightening
That’s why we should be afraid of fear
Because it stops us, cages us,
Bars us behind the façade we display
And muffles the words of our heart.
I see these things and wonder
Why can’t they change?
Why can’t this need to fear be erased
From the human condition?
And I realize it’s because everyone
Is afraid.
And I’m so afraid too.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
—and not simply by the fact that this shading of
forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam,
the gloom of cypresses,
is what I wish to prove.
When you and I were first in love we drove
to the borders of Connacht
and entered a wood there.
Look down you said: this was once a famine road.
I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass
rough-cast stone had
disappeared into as you told me
in the second winter of their ordeal, in
1847, when the crop had failed twice,
Relief Committees gave
the starving Irish such roads to build.
Where they died, there the road ended
and ends still and when I take down
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of
the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon
will not be there.
9.2k
A wind blows like a wilderness of wolves
A vendetta, an apocalyptic vendetta
In its unpredictable, accidental quality
That swerves images of realization into tragedy
Neglecting all with swift intent upon a fallen fortress
In complected interests of caresses
Neither invited nor encouraged yet displayed
Displayed vividly with exclusive claim to that oppression
That howls by casting itself as a consequence of transgression
Upon a conventional expectation that claims a privileged sense
That persuades without an orator grotesquely amputated shapes
Extending extraordinary artifice as its priceless wealth
But who, yes who, has envy of so rich a nothing
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
Love doesn't aim to control or curb or force...rather it encourages, supports and persuades..if it does the former...then it isn't and cannot be love.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
I open my fridge door and what do I see?
A half empty bottle of beer, relishes, old vegetables and water.
I close the door.
My groaning stomach persuades me to open the door once more. Like an alter ego, I obey it's commands.
I'm sure this time, there will be food, food that was invisible just a second ago. Food that I will see, if I look hard enough.
I grab the chilled silver handle and give it a pull. Wide open swings the door to reveal food galore!--
Oh wait, there's no food, not even a decent beverage. There's still just a whole load of nothingness and hunger.
A deep dark depression cuts me like a knife through butter. no food here, no food there, nothingness all around just starvation and suffering.
I close the fridge.
The cycle repeats itself.
Such is life.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
I read your manuscript
Arose; your liquid; I sip.
Wet, dripping, fingers slip.
Devine intersection
Your mind; intervention
Your ***** companion
Drenched in perfection
You silence pervades
Seduction persuades
******* 4 days
My bad habit; both ways
Soundless screams
Wildest dreams
**** Please
Naughty-Girls tease
Kingdom *** make believes.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Don’t think too much
About forbidden touch
Or legal abuse of such
Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.
Don’t feel too much.
The homeless man with his crutch
Can disappear, hush.
Turn your head dear, eat McDonald’s chicken fingers.
Don’t love too much.
Why on real people crush?
People slip through your clutch.
As flashing lights reanimate Rihanna, both your eyes close the shutters.
Our world distracts us from seeing,
Persuades us we need a break.
Deserving one after a day going nowhere.
Turn the TV on to the latest ‘Bachelor’.
So loud. So loud. So loud. Too loud!
I shut my eyes from the too-bright lights.
I need to escape the escape, to find solace.
I put pen to paper and hear its whisper.
Poetry softly roars while TV screams shrill.
You’ll remember the written words for time
Degrees of magnitude than you’ll remember
(consciously) that singing cat meme.
Real love takes more effort
Than a heart reaction on Facebook.
Writing truth takes longer than re-posting.
Yet I want to share myself, not another gif lol.
Mute the volume for a second.
Can deaf ears hear again
the music of
the pen?
Think too much.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Mental debates of moving on and
Leaving the past, she dreams
Of working things out to make
Them last, she’s all too familiar
With solitude, its wonders,
Its dedication to her companionship
They walk hand in hand
Looking, staring at silhouettes, still vivid
and bright as the day that she first opened
Her eyes to Dalia smirks, truly hurt
She watches in awe
As he carefully places
The pieces to the puzzle of
A black and white field
Strategies flow easily from behind
The dam that is a set of porcelain eyes
Sworn to secrecy only for self fulfillment
Along the checkered floor she explored
Boundaries she had never encountered
He leads her as his pawn of choice
Through torturous escapades against
Rookie creatures and staggering Horsemen
They wane on her chances of successfully
Obtaining the crown of glory
He pushes her forward with a touch
Soft and soothing, no reason
To doubt his reasoning
She gives up the greatest of gifts, trust
In his hands she quietly moves
With no complaints, forward
Out toward a troublesome mine field
With every space she’s placed in
She’s laced with waste traced with her Demise,
he plays the creator,
How humorous it seems
The slightest sense of secure attachment
Provides a false sense of security
The way he touches her persuades
Her he’ll never let her fall
In his embrace she doesn’t see
The smirk of disgust as his face
Twisted, wretched and gruesome
Grins at the only pleasure she provides him
Empty bliss he can only wish to fill
His grasp, once tender and warm
Clenches down on her with splintering pain
With silent screams of despair
She comes closer to her peril
Glimmering crown, in the scope of her sight
The only sense of hope left in her mind
The next move can be her last
With only hopes of a clear road
As he once again guides her
Calm and steady with the kindness
He once displayed when she
Naïvely dreamt of how her life
Truly should become
Her struggles slowly ease away
From the pain she once felt
Never showed it even in the
Biggest battles he lead her through
Now she lay motionless alongside her
Fallen obstacles in complete darkness
Six cold silent walls surround
Her in her slumber until another
Cruel puppeteer falls across
The coffin of demise and despair
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in
her blushing bride smile is a dead give away
that something is amiss
he left a ballroom waltz
worth of footprints all over her smile
she persuades you to rent a buick '
and take the pursuit on the road
so the three of us head south on the us-1
to some strange beachside town
where all the girls are bubble gum machines
and the boys are paint by number boxing fans
but we finally catch the thin fatman
sitting on a beach-chair
sipping tea
and lookie-louing yachts from nantucket
she kisses and makes up with him
and you know that your romantic days are over
and she gives no reason but she got a soft spot
for his three piece suit lifestyle
brooks brothers got nothing on him
he gets his threads form the five and dime
pockets full of pickles
bread in his thinning hair
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Acceptance persuades the release of a wavering spirit's decision
Deeply invading the majestic powers employed
With a false caress in a soft hush of a trusting notice
Swiftly crumbling into a distinctive void
Manipulation clearly receives delight in the pleasure
Provided freely as a marvelous ploy
To confine the wavering spirit in a restraining desert
By the distinctive void containing no joy
Alone and isolated in a twist of silent acceptance
Fate begins bartering with a radiant light
To command a truce without any persuading acceptance
To try and avoid the coldest of desert nights
A triumph disguised as failure has persuaded the release
Of the wavering spirit trapped in the void
No truce is accepted, still the radiant light has brought
The wavering spirit such incredible joy
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
Maybe we have to argue
Let our ugly side ensue
To test whether or not
We are really that glued.
Maybe it is necessary
To check the natural nasty
If we are when petty things occur
A presage for stormier weather.
Maybe it is for our sake
Raise our voice in conflict
See if we are strong enough
When life is more than tough.
Because when times are good
Our friendship is much valued
We are as lovely
As we will ever be
An unbreakable link
And no ship to sink.
But it is when times are rough
That persuades if love is enough
We are divine
When times are fine
But our ability to sort things out
Will see if we will ever fall out.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
The strokes,
of my brush,
against the Canvas,
depict the features,
forming the image,
of you,
my Romeo.
Hazel eyes mesmerize me,
revealing the key,
to your soul.
An alluring smile,
intrigues my interest,
dreaming of your lips,
caressing my own.
The view of your form,
exposes your body,
embellished in ******
similar to the gods,
of Greek and Roman antiquity,
intoxicates me.
As I finish,
my masterpiece,
temptation persuades me,
to move towards,
you,
my male model,
to render,
my artistic expression.
You gaze into my eyes,
yearning to taste,
my lips as passion emanates,
from our kiss.
You come closer to me,
removing my blouse,
with your firm hands,
brushing against my torso.
You lower yourself down,
to your knees,
unzipping my paint-splattered jeans,
with your teeth.
After the removal,
of my garments,
you carry me,
into the bedroom,
gently placing,
me upon your bed.
Your breath warms,
my skin,
as you strike,
my exterior,
with the blade of lust,
fiercely thrusting,
in the heat,
of the night.
Our bodies unite,
interweaving our souls,
igniting an intimate explosion,
between ourselves,
consuming our spirits.
A safe haven,
becomes my reality,
as I lay into your arms,
whispering sweet nothings,
to enchant your ears.
I drift into slumber,
resting my head,
upon your chest,
holding your hand,
as my world,
is at peace.
I awake before you,
leaving to create works of art,
write sensual poetry,
reflecting on my thoughts,
of you,
to reveal my admiration,
for you,
my soul-mate,
brought to me,
by the hands of Venus.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
All that I am or hope to be I owe to my ANGEL mother…
Born as a child in this world..
But brought up by a divine fairy as if in paradise..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Greeted, loved, blessed, praised n cherished all in one sway..
The blessful hands on my forehead..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Scoffed, scolded, sometimes thrashed but then instantly forgiven..
That love..
I’LL REMEMBER..
The moderating essence of love and care..
Fulfilling all our yearns n neglecting her’s but still always a pretty smile..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Beginning with alphabets, stories, proses and now counseling afflictions of life..
All that persuades..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Your sacrifices, your devotion, your calmness, your essence..
Your love..
I’LL REMEMBER..
I wish every mother was like mines..
So my luck..
I’LL REMEMBER..
In this world everyone can betray but mother being the only exception..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Your divine countenance, your peerless smile, your adoring eyes..
Lovely u..
I’LL REMEMBER..
Love u mumma..
Thanks for giving life to me first and then becoming MINES…
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
I need a release, a relief from this pressure.
A cessation of the flooding,
An infestation of the catalytic chemicals that feed my brain
The battle for attention is overwhelmed by anatomy,
keeping me on the fringes of insanity
I can't control it, only roll with it, embrace and encase this energy inside
Projecting my being;
rejecting the snares,
the lack of cares that fill the air
Cognitive dissonance entertains and persuades the whispers within
as they swirl and whirl their tracers are all that remain
The red of satisfaction yet to be attained,
a heart unrestrained and a feeling still unnamed.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Shots
fired
armor donned
shielding the softness
displayed so openly
in the springtime haze
of youth
fear chokes trust
persuades us
that everyone
is hiding a knife up their sleeve
we package up our vulnerability
wrap our heart in bubble wrap
expecting each wound
to bleed a little less
but healing is impossible
in the absence
of oxygen.
Esther L. Krenzin.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 11:34 AM UTC
Lovely, Lovely come and smother.
Lonely is this putrid slumber.
Satan’s allure shines in the night
To blacken pure hearts without plight.
Burning, lusting tempts within:
When will my virtue end?
He persuades “This is right
To give up without a fight.”
Lonely, Lonely still am I.
Untouched, Unloved in man’s eye.
For I do not give what is mine.
For purest souls meet divine.
Bored and lonely is my life.
God is my lover, I his wife.
Corrupt can gawk at pure charm
But doing duty does no harm.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
Tear these walls rip them down
Nothing left to be found
Except for skies of brighter days
The brilliance of it persuades
Me to redeem myself
From the burdens exile
Don’t make a big promise
And prove that you’re weak
Make me a promise
You promise to keep
Something for my worries
Something for my sleep
Something for these dreams
I have of finally being free
Paint these walls bright and new
Something resilient
Paint a vision that requires truth
Paint a wonderful work of art
Paint something brilliant
Comfortably content
Paint this vision that I see
Into something flying free
Paint these hills into skies
Ocean bound widened eyes
Grow from a seed
Extend vertically
From a crack in concrete
Stretching with relief
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Why do I love you?
How do I know?
A simple "I know why because I just I feel it," would not suffice,
Because the answer you seek must be Poetic Justice.
But yet I'm feeling like Young and The Restless,
Pondering on these questions,
During my private session of meditation.
We're not always on the same page, but overlap each other to give new meanings like Metaphors.
Despite the differences, we come together as our common interest connects our likes like Similes.
As we let our curiosity play on as we find new meaning to this love, no Pun intended.
"The Sneetches" is the perfect allegory about the tolerance of people's differences.
I just thought I should mention this for a pictorial image of how I feel,
Your words paint vivid pictures, I can hear your imagery.
Our love is the strongest form, there is no hyperbole.
You're the Personification of how it feels to smile.
Your Rhetoric persuades me to go that extra mile.
My perseverance perfectly prepares me to pursue every inch of your portrait.
It's that sweet taste of alliteration that describes you in every way.
My love for you is like the wind, it will take you wherever you want to go,
And I'll be there waiting with open arms.
There's no perfect analogy to describe how I feel about you ,
But since life is too deep for words, I won't try to try describe it, I'll just live it with you.
Figuratively speaking, if my heart was a glass of ***** water, I'll pour it out for you,
There's no perfect sign,
at this perfect time,
to use the perfect rhyme,
to express my emotions to you.
Instead I'll show you the hopeless romantic that I am....
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Existence is questioning
Only without ever thinking
The psyche is completed
Of inadequate details
Wasting of a day declaiming
The ever-present contemplation
That constantly inhabits
And persuades on the lips
The tongues of descended seraphs
There’s a tourist in the channel
Vocalizations in various extraneous idioms
I thought it’d subsist
But it’s never unchanged
An exhausted hallucination
Diminishing portions by the slice
The end consequence is forever
Eternity poles apart
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:51 AM UTC
Promises made beneath the moonlight amass in unison
To sing their entrancing song to the stars
Intoxicating lyrics so sweetly sung in harmony
Persuades the most radiant one to brightly beam from afar
Such alluring suggestions ring throughout each stanza
Compelling the brightest star to outshine
Each of its bright companions with its luminous light
As its own shining radiance, it refines
Reaching out into the heavens, the star beams with delight
Burning with all the essence it holds inside
Awaiting all the promises made beneath the moonlight
Anxiously hoping that its light does not subside
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
He holds me tightly with warm embrace.
His hands pull me into his beating chest.
Like galloping horses his heart starts to race.
His heart whispers forever stay.
What lips, his lips, what emotions they create.
With heated passion, they roam, they travel.
As his lips linger leaving me in a frozen state.
His kisses plead don’t go away.
Those eyes stare deeper than they can see.
They pierce through my inner being.
What love in his eyes, his love grows free.
Stay in my presence his eyes persuades me.
When he laughs, what a cheerful sound.
That creates an inner joy in me.
And when he smiles, my heart falls down.
I know that he wants me to stay around.
And because he’s telling me stay forever.
Through every action that he portrays.
Just because I’ll leave him never,
I’ll stay, I’ll stay forever.
Because I’m telling you stay too.
Forever, I’ll stay, forever with you.
Forever I’ll stay, forever with you.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
Tight-fisted chest
thinks it's protecting itself
from the evening thunder
and all that it portends.
Unaware of its dilemma,
the distant sound
of a faint rainfall
gently persuades itself into its grip,
loosening it.
The blessing occurs.
The tears fall.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
"I should"
a solemn
voice in the head
is all grumble,
dutiful with condemnation,
a heavy
oppression.
desirous flight
is persuaded
to stay
afoot
by what
it
should:
a culturally defined, mental-
artifact, of what one supposedly
must,
oft devoid
of one can-
will, but won't,
out of fear.
doubt, like chains on dreams,
easily persuades
the mind into mundane
plains of
guilt ridden sorrows,
cut out by knives of shame,
choking the present tense
of what shall,
strapped in and unfulfilled,
hollow
and holding,
like an anchor
in a reservoir
of regretful
undertakings,
sticky with ought,
fierce like flagellation
lashing,
imprisoning visions:
victimized
by expectations,
negations of choice:
stomping on the souls good will,
starving the free heart,
shackling the mind.
operations from a place
complacent with
banality and viciousness
in some quiet take over
some woe
of status-quo
waging with
shaky scaffolding
and the numbing
dumb
timber of nothing
a
dull aching
noise
.
enough.
turn off: the over beaten
dead skull
thumping
with outside pressure
be silent
to hear
there is an inner music
more in tune with life
than anything you've been told
by the force
of should
or should not.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I be really chill as ****
Chill as ****
Technically on the break but that's all in
my head,
Penitentiary mindset but no longer locked
up, you didn't hear from me,
So that's not what I said,
Moving around the creases , in and out
of situations , not my main occupation,
But I'm working up the nerve to live and
survive and survive,
And I don't know how long I could stay
alive , in this ongoing cycle,
Throw your feelings out ,recycle,
I be really chill as ****
Chill as ****
Let the chamomile flow though the veins and such, I got a,
Soft spot for nature in my own little way,
Nobody else strong enough to evade my
space, Ya hear me,
Really chill , to the point of no return from
this cloud that I'm on, I could never come
down off this plane, its real strange,
But I'm sane,
Chill I'm telling you.
/
Don't drag your partners down along with ya' to the grave,
When fakeness is engrave into their brains like a bad movie that
Persuades ,never know, might bring the pain,
Shut up,
Close your eyes,
Matter of fact open them, stay awake,
Trust no one,
Talk to everyone,
Don't become a dead body in a lake,
Don't seal your fate,
You planned this ,You planned this,
You planned this, don't run from it,
You planned this ,the parasite lingers like
A therapist,
You planned this,
There's no other way to say your views are distorted,
Turning every which way as a sign,
It's a crime, systems take over your life,
You didn't plan it,
But they planned it,
This is propaganda we've been handed,
Your life expectancy isn't really candid,
I know we all gotta' die someday , lie awake somewhere,
Don't be a bandit or a sinner, that’s impossible,
Is this country really free ? Is it optional ?
The feds will hold , a grudge to different race cause their superiors told,
I feel like life is game without the checkmates,
It never gets old.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC