"receeding" poems
hot
volcanic
spewing volcanic ash over the
toilet
that cheesy bean burrito wasnt a good idea
hot springs
sooth my buttox
so does
the
brown
family
there are 17 glorious children
4 old wives
and one balding man
we call
god
master
father
***
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
(rap voice)
kody brown is comin to town
wanting to turn his frown
upside down
lookin for da kids
lookin for da girls
lookin for an ice cream truck for da swirl
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
b a b y l o n
babylon tigger thats where ill always ben
success every plate
my last name was christ
grindin dreams
one
pun
smoe quest
ever1
connely
receeding forehead
meadows of lava spewing fro m my a s s
PEACE
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
In those days of woe with head hung low
In those moments of regret,
When your actions lose momentum
And your heart begins to fret.
When the best of plans do not work out
When your mountain seems too steep
And tractions lost in everything
And losing makes you weep.
Hard grafting wears your bones too thin
Your tomorrows fade to mist,
The splendour of your recent past
Despatched to moments missed.
Frustration that the rainbow plans
Have dwindled in the rain,
That your brilliant expectations
Have expired to things mundane.
Your stature has diminished
In the eyes of those you love,
Your capableness stultified
By the pointing velvet glove.
Self confidence is wilted now
Belief within less sure,
Potentialities diminishing
With every shrunken score.
Dark sombre thoughts receeding
Blue corners fade to gold,
Discontentment ****** asunder
As new amber dreams unfold.
The towering unhappiness
Diffuses to the air
And spirals of positivity
Emerge from here and there.
The path beyond the shadowed lane
Is there for you to tread,
Gird your soul for chance my friend
Discard the shoes of lead.
There must be dreams to savour
There must be goals to meet,
So launch your bold tomorrows
And delight in unknowns sweet.
You’re sailing in fair breezes now
The silver waters flow,
Warm sunshine on your shoulders
Rich contentment’s fine red glow.
For there must be dreams to savour
To hold within your heart,
To engage the thrill of living
And make each day a joy to start.
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
7 June 2009
Oct 21, 2009
Oct 21, 2009 at 12:43 AM UTC
I am young but old
Not chasing the singing dragon out into the night
Dumping the dragging lull of liquor into my being
Like it will fill the cracks in my psyche
Thwart the emerging of my being like some slick spector in the recess of my mind
Gobbling up my intellect one atom at a time
Relevant only to the tantilzing beat of the bass
The ghetto melody making me elated to the fact that
A white hick hippy want-to-be can never be a ****
I am young
With the knowledge that time is in my favor
Wild wanton ways of youth touch my limbs with excitement
Too much drugs and drunkin dancing in the streets of small time city lights
Where I float on the blissful bubbling blunders of slurred words
And harmless touching that we all know means more than the numbing
Fuzzy fingers of inhibitors want us to believe
I am young
But I grow old
With the acheing feel of gritty mornings
Class time drool-drolling onward towards the final accumulation
Of my efforts
How the liberation of my mind feels fresh and shiney
But at once I feel a regress into old thoughts old beliefs and the worn out mentality of those older
I am old
In that my soul longs for the love that it is denied
Beaten down by the distance that holds it hostage
My tendancy to find rust and petinal signs of age beautiful
Long talks with my mother give me joy
I am old
In that I taste the test of time and see wonder in the generations past
Hoping for the sweet lull of a good nights sleep
Feeling and emoting a progressive approach to a dieing dicotomy
Loving
Hating
Saddended by things that will never change
I am growing receeding and more importantly changing
Looking to renew the implications of the word normal
But above all the old
The young, fresh and vibrant
I will forever more be
And always be me.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
They told me way too long
So I tried to make it short,
I shrank and shrank and shrank
so very small.
They took away my feet
and then my ankles
then my knees,
Till not very much was left of me
at all.
They told me take out bulk
That all it was was outside hulk
So I grew thin and frail and slender
and see-through,
Until I couldn’t see me
without my confidence receeding;
I disappear sideways,
Do I look good enough for you?
They told me take out words
So I took out words and words
And I stole my broken grammar
hardly sense bones.
They told me too many letters
I wrote to you, too many letters
Letters with only one address:
living room floor,
But I felt they were at home
replacing ground with styrofoam
that came out of my mouth,
my hollow core.
So I let them steal my letters
Let them rip and burn my letters
They tore my tiny heart out;
left askew
They took away those letters
almost every ********* letter,
Until the only thing they left behind
was U.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 1:20 AM UTC
I am falling for your lips and they don't know me yet
You layed me down at the sinking edge of receeding night
Sweat washed off the forehead of memory dame
Of reversions divisions revisions of appaling tales
Going under dunes, falling in spin of burning times
Revert on her knees bleed at your glorious feet
In the gaze in the haze of inconsistencies you retreat
Tied in holy suffering of sacred pain my existence crucified
Holding king death in embrace of countless lifetimes
Lingering darkness breathed shadows that flashes on
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Body shaking
ground moving
red green blue
colors receeding
insides on fire
head pulsating
Assume the position
drown in lost ambition
drink it down
throw it up
same old ****
different ******* visions
Swirling fast
losing consciousness
groove is thrown off
now you gotta live with it
all those thoughts pouring out
like Kool-Aid
All those fools pretending
to listen to your tirade
They're not your friend
or your foe
But it's the closest thing to love
and comfort and contact
that you'll ever know
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
He was so many things,
Cut-throat and proud,
Transparent yet covered in shadows,
Like a diamond,
12 faces reflecting inwards,
Bouncing from wall to wall,
Catching light,
In the most breathtaking manor,
He was young and soulful,
With leather skin,
Dripping in sunlight,
Receeding slowly,
Into maturity,
He was old wine,
Suited to his age,
Sweeter with time,
But he faded,
He was so many things,
But mostly he was mine
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 1:31 AM UTC
The autumn moon was receeding
At 5 AM this morning
Riding the wave of seasons
Wind stirring in a constant dance with the leaves
My cold mug of milk set upon the wire table outside
Under the Serviceberry
So I can pet the dog.
Kinetic shadows on the table
Wisped and whipped over the mug
Laying upon the white liquid
Thicker than the reflected light and dark. Boundaries that can't be bought.
Did the shadows, could the shadows, penetrate the surface of the milk?
Going deeper in where I can not see
To a place furrowed low
Perceived, yet not seen.
Is it a place with a soul
Creamy and still
Unmatched like time, marching or halting, that
which we can not ever hold?
Shadows on milk do not sink.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 8:21 AM UTC
riding like the wind
over desert so ancient
full moon above
three eyes on you
stallions Arabian
strong & powerful
thundering along
away from everyone
chatter & lights
receeding into the dark night
never looking back
leaving everyone
wandering in circles
laughing & leaping
eons of being
lapping at thee
night so long
don't let it ever end....
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
when it hits
when the winding road leads to
a cul de sac
reverse & don’t park
later at night, wines on board
didn’t pay the extra leg charge by
the exit
child whines & grizzles for land
solid foundations covered by
mountains & waters
everthing flows down streams & creeks &
all the rivers join
heart pumps, lungs release, fins stomp
over rocky ground, pillars
hold up the whole, stop the waters
receeding, keep them
propping all up. venice in winter
canons fire, lead ***** explode
around people I love. look in the
mirror, see what stares back
a smear on the face of a guilty reflection.
pool of calm lake
narcissus new zealand. glow & frown
& pull in the fish
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
I offer this
Because theres nothing more
Just two feet a heartbeat
And a sample of my soul
I could write your name
On the receeding skyline
As dusk engulfs the sun
We could chase it forever
Fly too close and surely burn
vaporized, reduced to dust
Ashes on a pire of lost entities
forgotten as the night closes in
As if we were never here to begin with
As insignificant as faint embers
Floating into the breeze
Ascending higher
Chasing infinity
One consciousness subjectively
Reaching out to touch
Eternity.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
My sweetheart you want to deport from place to place
For your sweet and lovely eyes I am ready for the race
Your whispers your gestures and your curves I celebrate
As a last resort hand in hand I let me see you face to face
For your sake I have been disgraced by all and sundry
But being a staunch lover I kept up your honor and grace
I have sacrificed my all luxuries and opted for the torture
Before I leave let me take you in arms for the last embrace
I realized I saw footsteps on sand with receeding waves
I have done my duty by being with you from pace to pace
Mehr will not survive, will surely going to die in disgust
To save you from embarrassment, will not leave any trace
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
these things.
these things you do
on the 4th of July
at an age
without thought...
things happen in front of
Madam Maria's...
(things happen
on the boardwalk
in Asbury Park...
...the police officer,
with a glee in his eye said
he was going to put
me in the cell with
Big Mortimor,
the happy tone in his voice
(and it worked.)
I was ******** myself,
serial killer
hit man for the mafia,
****** roommate...???
this isn't about me,
what brought me here
to the city yard ...
as it turns out,
it was Reverend Mortimer
from Our Lady of the Perpetual Motion.
the issue it seems was
the sisters.
the Sisters of Perpetual Motion,
for a $20 donation and up
a sister will love you.
more later, about the reverend, but back
to what brought me here
to a cell in the city yard
of Asbury Park.
as I reflect on what brought here
(vaguely)
to the city yard of Asbury Park
ah, fight.?
I had said to her,
your boyfriend,
"he's only over compensating
for his receeding hair line
and feelings of inadequacy,
ah, ah, a fight went down, I believe.
(I didn't know I had hit
the mayor.)
what more can I say
about my stay,
in the City of Asbury Park ?
the sisters???
that things happen
and you end up
in a cell
in the city yard
in Asbury Park
with a room without no view...
...oh, back to Reverend Mortimer. apparently
the. U.S Constitution,
NAACP, ACLU.
it was a religious issue. AND SO, FREE
the Reverend Mortimer threw a big party
with the Sisters of Our Lady
of Perpetual Motion!!!
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC
Today I found my happy place
is seeing my head succumbing to pressure,
finding itself displaced
from not the event,
or indeed my need for protection,
but from the simple fact of
continuing to be
before again retreating;
Receeding into peace.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
You are the soft sigh of the waves
receeding from the shore
The warm breeze on a slow day
The pink sky before the sun bids goodnight
The first flower that blooms on May
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Confused by the creativity
Submersed in its beauty
Choking on its inability
To simply slow, maybe freeze
The words maybe then
Could flow with ease
The reason would have meaning
It wouldn’t feel like I was screaming
Drowning in the dire
Consumed by my fire
The rapids of the rain forest cut rigid streams into a rapidly receeding recollection
Acid burns as the wheel turns
A slow ebb of translucent trigonometry triggers the incomprehension
It wouldn’t feel like yesterday if tomorrow had gone so well
And if only today had a story to tell
Then the writing on the wall
Would not speak of a down fall
The words they merge
The ideas they purge
The mind you cleanse
Through this shattered lens
And as the end does begin
So my words shall be my sin
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC