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"quailing" poems
They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, **** greed of the flesh. Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung, As sour as cat's breath, Harsh of tongue. This grey that stares Lies not, stark skin and bone. Leave greasy lips their kissing. None Will choose her what you see to mouth upon. Dire hunger holds his hour. Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears. Pluck and devour!
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A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight
The highs and lows of living life Occur in sweeping loops The ups and downs of everything Are determined by the groups Of numbers as they glide Across a digital display, In  rendering the parabolas Of this game of life we play. The winning runs of business A sweet windfall of cash Temptation to extend that deal Beyond …is perhaps rash; It may just tip the balance Commence the start of the decline And your parabolic plunge Will see you quailing to divine. How you claw your way to solvency You sweat to make it right, How you battle tax malignancy To surmount official might. The administrative penchants Of administrative types Who insist on crossing every “T” And switching “OUT” the lights. Having made it, you sit astride the top And bask in shining light. You cast off the cloak of caution, Claim success as yours by right. But by morning there’s a thunderstorm A headache and a snag, By lunch evicted on the street With your belongings in a bag. The ups and downs of life my friend Are a parabolic coast One day you’re sitting pretty The next day you are toast. The only consolation Of this constant change of state Is the reconstructive challenge In re-determining your fate. So gird yourself my beauty Hitch your belt another notch And launch yourself at living Before you seek that midnight watch. For tomorrow is a mystery The possibilities are vast And paradoxically speaking The very best is usually last. Marshalg Mangere Bridge 20th July 2008
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 4:55 PM UTC
Parabolas
Always it does, But I can't shiver, Coldest in the river, Deathly river of tears, Excruciating is the pain, Filthy salty water it flows, Grandiose in society kills me, Hefty personal problems prey, I can't swallow so I don't eat any, ****** of ego I turn into since long, Killed me multiple times in a go daily, Lovelorn I die each moment I try to cry, Mouthful of unfriendly words help me die, Name of mine means incomparable literally, Ostensible concept of love entices me so much, Put me in a jail and stuff me behind the bars now, Quailing me is the loneliness that has been forever, Ruling out few occasions of company I stay so aloof, Sparing some days of happiness most are depressing, Toying with my own heart I feel my heart is hydrogen, Unattractive it is not & it could not stay segregated ever, Volumes of my voice have died out & so has my hearing, Wailing deep in my heart I let this sorrow seep in to sink, Xenophobic I ain't but of course I dislike enemies of love, Yucky thoughts of people assassinated my love last night, Zeroed in on the catalyst -strange enough- she herself is it.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
The Cold Aura Surrounds Me
Curve of tangent brims on rune of cosmic quantum, as sparkling rays reel through dew drops at dawn, for green to enlighten creation by bounty of joy, meadow grass seems to tumble drinking solace, resonance of love sprees like beauty of blossom. speckles of white crystal repose in home of blue, eyes bespeaks of ethereal exist to seek beyond, sun awakens earth to uplift from sheath of night, as if hale of eternity expands to abound beyond , petal draws portrait of spark to inflame fragrance. silence quells grief of soul to emblazon by the journey, for each drop of tear to absolve guilt of own delusion, light of love wakes heart to disown from quailing grace, cry of call genuflects at foothill of warmth to yield unity, synergy of art evolves to form by sanity of confluence. Innocence blushes like cadence of hope to run a muck quest still falters to know very principle of uncertainty mystery baffles truth of reason to reason out belief as tendered mellow soft weaves to gather web of love yet don't we need to learn theory of quantum solace?.
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
QUANTUM SOLACE.
Quailing under the flashes of lightening As the sky is splintered I run through the rain Wearing my zippered bright yellow rubber boots And my vinyl rain shell. Rainwater splashing high and me Giggling with delight.
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Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
Little Girl in a Rainstorm
Is it this sky’s vast vault or ocean’s sound That is Life’s self and draws my life from me, And by instinct ineffable decree Holds my breath quailing on the bitter bound? Nay, is it Life or Death, thus thunder-crown’d, That ’mid the tide of all emergency Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea Its difficult eddies labour in the ground? Oh! what is this that knows the road I came, The flame turned cloud, the cloud returned to flame, The lifted shifted steeps and all the way?— That draws round me at last this wind-warm space, And in regenerate rapture turns my face Upon the devious coverts of dismay?
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The Monochord
I walk through the pouring rain, wind howling at my face, tearing, my hair blows in the wind. The rain streams down my youthful face, aged now, with grief and pain, rain like tears, falls from empty sky. I walk through twilit streets, dim with mist and rain, and I wander, lost in daylight dreams, a haze of visions, enshrouding me, embracing me....her touch soft on my cheek, her gaze gentle, and yet strong, helping me, guiding me out of the howling storms of my inner mind, her whisper warm against my ear, her tears hot, mix with mine, as she whispers, her words full of love and quiet strength, even as she weeps, quiet tears. I fall into dark oblivion, lulled by her caring words, and the soft and gentle sounds of her weeping. I am walking. That, a distant memory, gone, shattered into a million shards of brightest glass, her screams mingle with mine, her body cold on empty street, the wind howls, leaves whipping past my pale face. I hold her, tears streaming, falling, her life bleeding out, trickling, slowing....she draws in a ragged breath, tongue poised for words, eyes desperate, pleading. She dies, breath sighing, slipping, back, into that cruel Autumnal world. I fall, head cradled against her chilling breast, blood slowing now, stopping. She is cold against me. I scream, world uncaring, carries on, and I alone, agony cold in my chest, I fall into the deepest black, her screams echoing after me, down into the dark of sleep. I walk, the rain pours down, the wind cuts me, chills me, dank hair falling, I walk alone, and empty, of life of love, of joy of peace. I walk, and that empty pain, bitter as the dregs of cheapest wine, roars up, a storm once held in check by her love and gentle tears, strengthened by newer loss and fresher pain, it wells up, and I scream, ragged and tearing. I fall, knees scraping, stones stabbing, mud and leaves pulling, reaching, for my weary soul. I weep for pain and bitter grief, the storms roaring, within, without. I look up at cloudy sky, grey and empty, rain falling like bitter tears. I fall, limbs failing, heart quailing, beneath the empty, bitter pain. I lie here, amidst the mud and leaves, rain whipping past, wind screaming, I lie, consumed at last, by grief, cold fingers squeezing my screaming heart. I lie here, and wait for death, and my beloveds gentle tears.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Autumnal Grief, And Bitter Tears
I walk through the pouring rain, wind howling at my face, tearing, my hair blows in the wind. The rain streams down my youthful face, aged now, with grief and pain, rain like tears, falls from empty sky. I walk through twilit streets, dim with mist and rain, and I wander, lost in daylight dreams, a haze of visions, enshrouding me, embracing me....her touch soft on my cheek, her gaze gentle, and yet strong, helping me, guiding me out of the howling storms of my inner mind, her whisper warm against my ear, her tears hot, mix with mine, as she whispers, her words full of love and quiet strength, even as she weeps, quiet tears. I fall into dark oblivion, lulled by her caring words, and the soft and gentle sounds of her weeping. I am walking. That, a distant memory, gone, shattered into a million shards of brightest glass, her screams mingle with mine, her body cold on empty street, the wind howls, leaves whipping past my pale face. I hold her, tears streaming, falling, her life bleeding out, trickling, slowing....she draws in a ragged breath, tongue poised for words, eyes desperate, pleading. She dies, breath sighing, slipping, back, into that cruel Autumnal world. I fall, head cradled against her chilling breast, blood slowing now, stopping. She is cold against me. I scream, world uncaring, carries on, and I alone, agony cold in my chest, I fall into the deepest black, her screams echoing after me, down into the dark of sleep. I walk, the rain pours down, the wind cuts me, chills me, dank hair falling, I walk alone, and empty, of life of love, of joy of peace. I walk, and that empty pain, bitter as the dregs of cheapest wine, roars up, a storm once held in check by her love and gentle tears, strengthened by newer loss and fresher pain, it wells up, and I scream, ragged and tearing. I fall, knees scraping, stones stabbing, mud and leaves pulling, reaching, for my weary soul. I weep for pain and bitter grief, the storms roaring, within, without. I look up at cloudy sky, grey and empty, rain falling like bitter tears. I fall, limbs failing, heart quailing, beneath the empty, bitter pain. I lie here, amidst the mud and leaves, rain whipping past, wind screaming, I lie, consumed at last, by grief, cold fingers squeezing my screaming heart. I lie here, and wait for death, and my beloveds gentle tears.
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Quailing from the mounded earth Dethroned and lashed from heaven's sight A shadow strode where man had wept His hollow husk engulfed the night Howling deafness gnawed and chewed Within his arms she'd come to rest Calm agony besieged his bones The flame of gasping eyes suppressed Darkness drank his memories Piercing loss cavorts in mind All false reflections need be snuffed To end their taunts he sought be blind Tearful hands roared overhead And all the stars were furiously hewn His head flung back threw mouth agape Gnashed his teeth and ate the moon
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
Lightless
I start my medication today. It's the first one I have ever taken. You know, I have been called a lot of things in my life and most I will let roll off my back but there is one that, no matter who you are, if that word trickles out through your insolent lips, my fist will pass between them and find your teeth. Never, never, have I been a coward. I have been afraid, I have sat shivering in a corner from it and I have locked myself in the basement to escape my mother's wrath and brush but never have I stayed there and never will I. Whatever I have been afraid of, I have stood up and taken head on. My nerves are no obstacle to me. Were I to stop at the first quailing fears that grasped my body I never would have grown up never have done anything of note **** fear. I'm starting a medication and I'm scared but **** it, I am coming for my fears with a spear and war paint can you hear the dogs yelping? Their chops foaming with hunger, ready to be set upon the beast. I will not back down. I am ready for this. **** the fear. I'm coming for it.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
**** the Fear
There's hope in your quailing shadow. Venim gloss your smile. Unlock the iron from your eyelids. walk free anger from fury's inner exile. Your head, a compendium of trouble and corner-store flat battery fantasy. The driven and the lonely breaking up behind your denim sleave.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Inner Exile
moistly smile sidles keenly, coldly glumly fist quailing, jabbering
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Haiku
Night and day, a thrashing like an invisible whiptail surge van hail, doth swell me ***** excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail capriciously be-numbingly, aggravatingly assail mine conscience in what paltry pale capacity of this gamboling male, I can "pay forward," whatever means shale be moost apropos avail to offset bewail ling (internal psyche doth ale hankering) against utter lifetime (mine) peppered with emotional, physical and social destitution bereft, viz fail ling to maximize inspiration reverberating as vibrant detail lacking even justa minimum desire to live (visa vis no way discover ring, nope nar even "FAKE" king minuscule appeasement of my body, mind, and spirit triage during) hell...shove (shelve) aside such gloriously noble benighted role, amidst upending folktale re: King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table futilely searching for holy grail where steadfast conviction emboldens this heart and hale spirited mindful, sincere hard drive spurs (neigh saying horse sense of mine) where ambition saddled to air (dan sing) quailing, yen propelling (yours truly), with sincere humanitarian, (i.e. blood driven) philanthropic spiritual zeal, I tried to unveil, this reasonably rhyming thumbnail sketch poetically versatile within this spurious verse despite any trials undermining travail rather mine heart felt genuine motive fueled by impetus to contribute within e kale logi, fizzy hollow gee, humanity, with integrity, magnanimity, and quality fervency, while still adept, adroit, agile, and alert, (cuz America needs more lerts to become great again) ironically steel tougher than nails, duh pleating ability dovetail to bug (or wug) gee wholesale.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
A Positive Impact
Night and day, a thrashing like an invisible whiptail surge van hail, doth swell me ***** excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail capriciously be-numbingly, aggravatingly assail mine conscience in what paltry pale capacity of this gamboling male, I can "pay forward," whatever means shale be moost apropos avail to offset bewail ling (internal psyche doth ale hankering) against utter lifetime (mine) peppered with emotional, physical and social destitution bereft, viz fail ling to maximize inspiration reverberating as vibrant detail lacking even justa minimum desire to live (visa vis no way discover ring, nope nar even "FAKE" king minuscule appeasement of my body, mind, and spirit triage during) hell...shove (shelve) aside such gloriously noble benighted role, amidst upending folktale re: King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table futilely searching for holy grail where steadfast conviction emboldens this heart and hale spirited mindful, sincere hard drive spurs (neigh saying horse sense of mine) where ambition saddled to air (dan sing) quailing, yen propelling (yours truly), with sincere humanitarian, (i.e. blood driven) philanthropic spiritual zeal, I tried to unveil, this reasonably rhyming thumbnail sketch poetically versatile within this spurious verse despite any trials undermining travail rather mine heart felt genuine motive fueled by impetus to contribute within e kale logi, fizzy hollow gee, humanity, with integrity, magnanimity, and quality fervency, while still adept, adroit, agile, and alert, (cuz America needs more lerts to become great again) ironically steel tougher than nails, duh pleating ability dovetail to bug (or wug) gee wholesale.
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Numbness In the quiet Rattling peace Confusion in chaos Created by me Hollow heart Deadness within It's not real pain It's mental Yet unbearably insane Seeking punishment Well deserved It's ok Turn your back It's well earned Quailing nightmare Find no peace Hurt me to **** The beast To make it cease. Time's the enemy For I suffer Deeping hole Widening abyss Where I can't find my lover © sd greene 9/19/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
Abyss
Paralysis of expression Amidst the tumult of inner seizing As I suffocate among the oxygen Laden air, my silent sleeping foe Whose gradual touch halts The rhythmic beating of my cardiac muscle Like a mother calming her quailing babe Under the feathery touch of his infantile pillow. The slithering filth of his strokes, unmarred By my fierce belligerence, he stays Amid my joy, he stands with calm assurance And clutches as each molecular morsel In his reach, then fill them With his soothing poison, They turn against me, as they lay Their arms upon the softer ground, And leave me sinking into panicked stillness As my lungs heave peacefully in Their unapologetic laxation Amidst my sea of screams.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Invisible Foe
—dreamed and still (it leavened and dimmed, to sea: anymore?  — —wrapped and lamenting (it folded and hushed, to be: evermore? — —warmed and quailing (it reddened and shallowed, and she: nevermore? —
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
cave