"potence" poems
Doctor, tell me, what's good or bad for me
give me guiding tips, health's recipe
what I should eat, and foods to be shunned
I find my years wasted, with most things unlearned!
Doctor, please tell me, do I eat more or less
show me the way, to a healthy happiness
chart for me, the most balanced diet
I find my years wasted, and little learned yet!
Doctor, tell me the secret, of staying healthy in strife
to remain in glowing health, for a rewarding marital life
prescribe me one potent pill, to make my groin burn
I find my potence wasted, with still many things to learn!
Doctor, now I seek your advice, in the matter of heart
tell me, how I keep it broad, before I depart
tell me if it's a broader heart, that's more easily burned
I find my years all wasted, with so many things unlearned!
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Your eyes shine,
Like the moon’s pure reflection,
Hope they’ll be mine,
Don’t want perfection.
Your hair is the victim,
In these cases of feelings.
I’ve got all the symptoms,
Now I’m just bleeding,
From all the emotions,
Made from your presence,
If you felt your potence,
They’d only be remnants,
Of what I see in you,
Beauty in disguise.
But I’ve got the views,
You’ve got the eyes.
I found your loss,
I felt your pain,
Mine’s a different cause,
But I still wear the stains.
They say eyes aren’t important,
Just spheres made of glass.
But I love their orbit,
I feel their mass.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Body.
muscles and electrons,
infusing into mine,
your spine
synthesizing
with my ribcage.
I like the
whys,
hows,
and maybes
in your brain
as your synapses
fire
from each fingertip
and kiss
here ,
there,
and back,
again, again,
and again.
I crave your
voice,
the way
your vibrato
sends shivers
up
my spine,
and carries
its potence
to
my chest,
residing in my lungs,
becoming the
atmosphere
in which I thrive.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
I was the strike to make your flames ignite
And your skin could be marble in it's magnifence
You were the first to come to sight
And from then on I was lost in your potence.
The rain has come for us and the thunder made it's way home
Birds will sing with us,
Chiming with a gracious tone,
They got their fix, they lost their loneliness
Companionship in the summertime
Is as sure as the shadow before the substance.
I pieced together the little things marked as signs
You can lay back in the overhang while I lose myself to the warm rain and dance
You can watch me with a gleam in your eye
But I'll never know the thoughts that soar through that mysterious mind
And I'll drench you in love and adoration
When the morning comes, I'll be beside you, holding on to blossomed conversation.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Dream big, dream always and never look back.
Within you lies the power and the emotion.
You can demolish all barriers.
The powers of the mortal are not containable.
Feel the power build from within your soul
The essence of your being begins to take control
The proficiency to overcome is an indication of strength
Inhibitions left behind and kept at arm’s length
Remember you are never alone.
No individual is alone within a team
Teams are those who can strengthen you
Those people who empower you to dream
and those who you can eternally turn to
Friendship can mould a team stronger than you can see
From idiosyncrasies arise familiarities
Perpetually an ear to listen or impart an idea
A form of protection or your very own panacea.
Friends can be the joy in your life
the comfort in your strife
never should you underestimate their potence
and never should you diminish their pertinence
Your life and theirs are intertwined
like a guide dog their for the blind.
Patience in each other is a virtue.
I’ve got these friends and you do too.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
A flurry of magic emerging from hand
Strengthening ties through the playing of land
The power of green and her mana filled plays
Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways
Ultimate power paid through the blood price
An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice
The power of black till the goal has been seized
The potence of death through this color unleashed
With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike
And the duel is over in the speed of light
The power of red passion boiling inside
And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried
Through carefully studying the knowledge of old
To ponder upon what the future may hold
The power of blue seeks control till the end
And counters against what their opponent may send
But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night
And not all is lost when there is still light
The power of white unites the steadfast
A determined struggle from the first to the last
Decks filled with creatures great and small
A decision to make to go wide or go tall?
Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green
Spells cast in hand what a magical scene
None of those spells are as enchanting as you
My magical poet of red, white, and blue
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC