"procrastinates" poems
she reads meat
eyes in a meeting
persistent of the trysts of leather
her steady trap-door arose
in her deposition
the latitude of her nubile degrees
Procrastinates his step,
Subtly overdubbing the scrawny pallid ache
In the etch'd skin, her color-by-numbers comes undone.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
*by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**Feedbacks
A poet strives for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
With each line he procrastinates,
With each stanza bring unique function and a unique purpose
Reaction, pro action and anticipation
To the point of debating or deconstructing his work
Despite the unfavorable reviews
Should he read it out loud?
Or should he let it simmer
and invite samplers to sample
Too many minds, too many voices
The Metaphors, similes and analogies work so well,
because they make messages,
those closely related literary devices are
so influential, so important.
So when the feedbacks become the Sunday buffets
the main course, you are messing with his thing of beauty
A poet strives for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
With each line he procrastinates, of who he is**
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
It's dark in here, pretty lonely too
I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you
To my weary knees I fall
Raise my hands, to you I call.
Forgive me Father for what I have done
For I have killed your only son
And your consuming love like a tempest in me
Sets my palms convulsing
Blesses me with repose and piety
That I pray will forever remain.
But as my silver lining brightens with the sun,
My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return
It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction
To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion
Then slowly it fades
The voice of the angels as they pray
A cold void in my soul
Growing as I walk away
Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too
When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
i hope i will bang my head
on that ******* stone at least
four more times
i hope i will hit my head very hard and will have to endure a lot
and be in pain and bleed from at least four different hotels
i meant to write homes but it corrected itself
because i have turned my homes into hotels
making memories to never tell
but whisper them please
you are not waiting for me and this life is ungrateful
but let me hit my head again
on blue barks and tree branches
of oiled backs well wetted and
move backwards get easy
untangle myself
cross my legs and put another slab
of tongue on my chin
eat me
laminate my body and freeze my soul
there is only one way of having me
even you are aware
i step out of my bed
as if i do not have anything to fall for anymore
as if i am descending
stairs of bubble rooms, clay masques, sundown, saliva, ultra violence
lies there
procrastinates outside
and (as in a dream) no one that was affected by anything other than
the wind
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Gah !
Homework dairy full
Coursework all over head
Reached home and
leaned freely on bed
So he start to procrastinate
feel diZzy doing assignment
Whether it’s of
Mathematics and environment
Moral science or health
For him
It’s a serious disease
destroying his ease
Postpone and delay
Pupils copying in relay
Uncaring the bumps of humps
Brother helping sister with her homework in bus -
To complete before reaching school gate
But he procrastinates !
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
I know I can worry about EVERYTHING
so why worry?
why give fuel to the blinded fear that strangles every last thought, vanquishes any positive energy
human energy is a form of electricity
translates everyday happenings into something digestible
once the power goes out, replace it with a better version. It may take time, but everyone procrastinates as much as they lie
conserve energy by knowing when to stand still
when to fight would only enrage the hurting
say your piece, and let them say their's
we can all go home tonight
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC