"pungently" poems
emerald, olive, viridian
oh how you perplex me
forest, jade, chartreuse
why do you tease me so
cyan, verdigris, moss
such excitement arises
to be a word
to be a meaning
is there such a thing,
to have a feeling
to see a vision,
phthalo, pine, teal
are you the same
mint, myrtle, laurel
you make me envious
to be blooming, to be healthy
to be young, to be clumsy
are you callow, how about credulous?
but such a conservationist
unquestioning, so trustful,
tenderfoot and common
the tree, the lawn, the willow
though ecological and crude
a sage in all but name
apple, spinach, pea
aren't you scrumptious,
lime, kelly, bice
are you nature, how about luck
you're pungently rotten
though with such dark beauty and hope,
love and lust ensues
you're the jolliness of balance
and the creative intelligence;
of evil, and decay of money and safety,
will you resurrect me, are you immortality?
such jealousy arises
high goals and honor
so so allusive
healing and vitality
you're calming though fast
lush spring stability,
abundant generosity,
vert vegetation; witchcraft
an aphrodisiac I hear,
are you youth or fading youth?
sunrise and life, growth and fertility
sacred ideology,
eroticized though shameful
so romantic and humble
I see the third ray
or is the the fifth ray, the third eye
are you truth, are you vision
it's becoming a science,
so much compassion
the fourth chakra, the heart,
the centre of us all
a higher consciousness
such a harmonious aura
a hunter, a nurse, a solider, an outdoorsman
villains and superstition
misfortune and prosperity
with toxicity, sickness and death,
recycle and reuse
oh so powerful
you exude auspiciousness
just a holiday
mystical fairies and spirits
though also devilish,
cancer in the stars
a renewal of paradise,
biliously tranquil
are you refreshingly soothing,
peacefully restful,
a naive novice,
very understanding,
is there truly a term for you?
what do you really convey,
countless representations
a definition of name,
or do you signify the feeling, the specimen
the aspect?
though some have no locution for you
here I am,
stepping around the issue
you are you, in any word
yet with a different meaning
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
She stood boldly, my hands wrapped around her hips
You did not come here for my love, now have you? But for an unstable fix
Seducing me as she spoke, with her pungently amber lips
I leaned forward mid-sentence, and indulged in her poisonous kiss
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Rain in Michigan is unlike any other
Yesterday, I had a conversation; Michigan was the best state out of all.
rain here falls lightly on the fresh green grass.
Soft sounds of the rain fall deliberately plopping against a clear glass window; waking up is glorious.
Michigan's lakes and rivers litter the state.
Rushing fresh cool Forrest blue water through thick Woods or beside back dirt roads.
Michigan smells clean and pure.
Drifting pungently consuming passengers to roll car windows all the way down and take a heavy breath, in.
Michigan rain lights even dreary days
As a partner or an old friend saying hello Pouring memories refreshing the earth.
Michigan was brought up in a conversation I had while going to a wedding,
Michigan was brought up when wecomed home after being absent for a year.
Michigan has brought me up
As I have watched it grow
Rainy or clear.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Suddenly, tonight,
I detached;
limb by limb.
Suddenly, the constant
(misguided) revelation
was louder—the loudest.
Suddenly, the argument
for release was
so pungently imperfect
and so dejected
and dire that I understood.
And suddenly, it was
all over, and I did not
understand a thing, again,
how could anything be wrong.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 1:46 PM UTC
I behind her watching in the cold room she unzips
my gift blue bagged and pink skinned pungently
I exhale she inhales turning away from
my half-closed eyes closing her eyes
stinging from the stench of
my body given for her
for the blade of her scalpel to
slice she cuts along my spine
and I trace ghostly fingers in a line
down her shivering back to say there
that is the place where
what you see beneath in me is you.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
my town has managed
to be hit with a snow storm
every winter
since you left
last fall
we were visited by a hurricane
that managed to demolish
every power source,
yet
my mind would not shut off
i can remember how loud
the wind was
and how i could scream
at the top of my lungs without
my family hearing me
but
it was usually like that anyway
this year,
i met you and you decided
to come into my life
and also decided to leave
so **** quickly,
i was watching the news the day you left and a tornado
was going strike down and destroy everything and disappear
and
it was funny because they named it after you
so i sat there, and
realized chivalry had died a truculent
death
but
now its almost winter
and the tornado didnt touch much
of my fallow land
and the rain poured down as the temperature changed
turning rain into hail
pungently piercing my fragile skin
and my anxiety raged because
i felt another storm coming in
but some boy came by
and stood over me with an umbrella and kissed my forehead
and it hit me
harder than any storm
that you find who you need when you need them
you cannot simply be a storm chaser without getting damaged by the storm
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Let me show you to that burrowed house
up on the hill, it's ages old!
Come, let us shuffle through its memories
and see what is to unfold.
Faded are the shingles
with windows yellowed and stale,
through overexposure to the sun
all of the paint is flecked and pale.
Tattered is the rosy wallpaper
stained are the wooden floors,
and all of the hardened, crusty carpets
are discolored with ancient molds.
Winds howl through the hallways
yet are too damp in the midst of heat,
not to mention winters' frigidness seeping in
not one table can stand, their legs too weak.
Grass has sprung up through the floorboards
pipes are rusted and they leak.
Every bulb is dead, the curtains are shreds;
both groupings are now just clouded and meek.
But glance upon these remains once more,
see what they have to hide-
for not until you know there's gold
would you look for a treasured chest to peek inside.
All lights and curtains are worn down with fingerprints;
these rooms must have been quite used.
Not often such delicacy can be found, seeing
floors and pipes both falling to nature's muse.
Tables' legs are old and tired of standing,
why not let them sit a while?
Yet no matter what weather it shall be exposed to
this home, to its fate, has reconciled.
Carpets all were once soft and
scrunched between our children's toes,
how beatiful these floors and wallpaper must've been.
How beautiful? Only us aged would know.
The paint was once pungently new
it gleamed in softened sunlight,
while the windows acted as doors to dream's ways
and the shingles kept out the night.
Let me show you to that burrowed house
what memories it holds of ours, my dear
Come, lay here with me in this bed we shared
for now, in looking back, we hold no fear.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
Wistaria
A Poem by Corset
...and if you could see
how those blooms
hang their heads
after making the move
into empty open spaces
Their bright faces pungently
stretching 'or Mesas
yearning for one
not so tight in after life.
If we could touch the soil
to keep it moist
fears would feed like rain,
crying edible
and they would never die.
Limbs would not crumble
but climb ever high
their backs of bark
carved into
hearts and letters.
Resplendent and warm
the night would know
her poetry.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
under the bridge
the mossy stones
pungently grab me
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
clean smells
like freshly laundered clothes
and crisp rose buds
assault my nose on days like this,
pungently reminding me
of the days when I knew you
and
our pure happiness,
the smiling secrets;
the tarnished reflection of our deceptions.
I felt something deep for you,
as cavernouse as an oceanic crevass,
a wide pit of affection
that breached both time and distance
and caused a wild throbbing in my heart
when I saw you;
now brushed away like cobwebs
in an empty room-
stuffed in a box to sit there until
the hatred fades,
the flames burn out-
until the sobs in my throat are silenced.
Days like this remind me of -
the way you smiled so crookedly
the dark brown of your eyes warmly comtemplating mine
the lips I could draw from memory-
the things you were hiding from me,
the dark betrayal that waited in your head
the wilting rose that grew in our garden-
the heart that I never should have placed in your hands.
I yearned for you,
I lived for you,
I hurt for you-
all for empty promises
and lies.
I paid penance for sins I never committed,
for falsehoods I never believed,
all in the name of our love.
Days like this hurt more than my eyes,
the grey rain falling down
over and over into my pitted and pot-holed memories
determined to make my healing chest
ache again,
as life exacts what I don't want to pay-
A tithe of lost love.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
He proffered his gloved hand filled with guarantee
His blue eyes flickered greedily like the swirling of the sea
His hair was dark and soft, as if of silken twine
His crocodile smile beckoned, "your soul it will be mine"
His arms and legs bent to and fro, waving impossibly
I could smell his want burning my nose ever so pungently
His deal, he swore, "Was better than any I'd ever know"
He towered over, leaning forth, his wickedness did grow
A red bowtie, two-button suit, his clothes immaculate
I stared at him, wondering, too much time to contemplate
And in the end, I shook his hand, my resistance was futile
Each of us has fallen for a dark reptilian smile
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC