"replenishes" poems
when the clock ticks at 12,
another minute has passed and another day has been renewed.
it replenishes an entire moment that separates yesterday from today.
when the clock ticks at 12,
a part of me has left something for good.
something that could only be retrieved by the nostalgia
of the passing hours that gives a pang of discomfort and dismay.
when the clock ticks at 12,
a fairy godmother is there waiting for me to move past everything and start fresh,
like nothing has ever happened from yesterday
but when the clock ticks at 3,
my emotions are scattered,
eating me alive.
it kicks me out of the zone - exposing me to a world of nothing but things to hide.
it haunts my core, dwells with my demons,
building up emotions that don't seem to collide
and at 3, I find you - once again with all the sublime images we’ve captured
and grand words we’ve uttered.
i find you, drowning from the roots
of my memoirs... and there I see how midnights took parts of me
because at 3, I’ll always remember how I grew with thee
a.t.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Somehow your heart enzymes inveigled a way into my system
I surmise it was your energising tongue which smuggled them in
my pseudoanaphylactic longing to snuggle in vein against your protein
its aim a happy interaction tugged by frenzied polypeptide chains
when your petite triglycerides coil avidly around my pH changes
hydrolysis replenishes steroids to stop any pleasure level plunge
so that functional-group transfers may intervene at all active sites
supervising where coenzymes await love's coursing stem cell sights
that photosynthesise my eyes to sensitise to you despite the dark
dancing in all my living cells with infectious smiles an epidemic
when your DNA can't polymerase enough of the audacious lipids
pleasing as they kiss the density away of fatty acids on soft lips
that release protease inhibitors in ways not too selective
so our hearts find their metabolic pathway audaciously live
and offer themselves completely to a frolic in love reactive
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
To tell you exactly, specifically, precisely why I love you
I'd have to reinvent an alphabet, create a language, learn to sign
The feeling that bubbles within when I look into your eyes cannot be captured or explained
I feel like the world stops moving
My breath struggles leaving my lungs
All my fears, worries, washed away
What is so powerful about loving you
is the way you love me in return
I feel confident, unstoppable, beautiful
You tell all the dark parts inside to quiet
whispering, no shouting to them:
I am worthy of love
To be worthy is all that I have ever wanted,
needed,
cried for in the middle of the night
Although there is still so much to learn about each other
Adventures to be had, moments to share
I am giddy with anticipation
your love gives me strength
Replenishes me
Fulfills me
I have yet to really write down how I feel about you until now
I've been afraid words would take our magic away
I'd wake up one morning and realize is was a mere dream
You steal my chapstick with your kisses
Put up with my sassy abrasive nature
You encourage me to work
The way you look at me sometimes gives me the courage to begin to look at myself the same way
With your arms tightly around me, our legs intertwined, I begin to imagine what heaven could actually be like
When I'm with you, I say I love you honestly
Eeach time is unique.
I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have you
to be loved by you
every syllable is as sincere as the last
You make it okay
All the bad, dark, sorrow filled places within me that sometimes consume my light.
You accept those places,
You make me forget they even exist
You make my light shine brighter
We joke about my ego
but since you have been in my life, I feel okay
Even when I'm not, I know I will be.
Granted, it's not solely what you do for me but what you let me do for you
You allow me to love you
Accepting my love
welcoming it like you would a long lost friend
you do not turn and hide
you embrace me with arms open wide
It's magical
It's what I've waited for my whole life
What I spent so much energy convincing myself I could never have
It's everything that I'd ever want and more
It's love
It's life
It's you
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
The Sounding Foam of Primal Things
*(The title and the poem, taken from and inspired by
Carl Sandburg's "Who Am I?")
wind and rain pound the surf.
snow falls on the beach, on the shore.
man-observer cannot tell:
has the earth gone mad, all wet?
do the seas rise, whipped up, filling the heavens,
or does the white rain replenishes the very body,
from whence it came, and now returns?
this matters greatly, yet nothing answers this, his question.
the furious soundings, the green foam churn,
the silence of no response inebriates,
drunk on the tempest's hard wet liquor,
weighed down, sodden with the despair,
solitude, silence, absent answers,
his natural walking companions!
No Stopping signs on almost every corner,
Do Not Pass, Do Not Enter,
One Way, Two Way, No Thru Passage,
but the one sign he seeks,
"Stay On The Path" absent.
Eluded,
dispassionate endings,
the essential quietude among
furious surround-sounds of creative destruction
he ceases to ask, for unanswered, undirected.
Concluded,
either
their is no one listening, or,
there is no one caring, or,
Deluded,
illusion is truth,
he is an illusion.
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Her Name is Woman
~for Woman~
The body replenishes, even the signs of decay
that come for reparation,
Positive confirmation
her organism survives, alive,
tree circles yet measuring time,
Till a devitalizing time comes, when,
this cellular process concedes degeneration
Then the wondering shifts; new facts sifted;
now the reckoning is not a calculation of
Mortality but of her living immortality;
dive to divine neath her black cloaking, reading
Wounded word revelations, her own Bible stories,
giving nomination to Woman-name
The long shadows that her souls excavations cast,
costs of her stories individual,
Highwaymen robbed her with glass knives
but each remaining black hole lights a story, lost, but
Burning icy inviting, pulling us into book boxes inside,
compost of sheets of composed white clarity
Care not that each riddling reference is obliged to be
oblique, inexplicit,
Woman her name, all encompassing,
her views codified in lines of faith,
Woman, is that not
a mining, and a manifest,
of hidden birthing,
comforting us in warm shades of
Human courage
12/26/18 5:51pm
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
i was reborn, like a phoenix
but without all the glory.
i didn't set the hospital on fire; i struggled
to pull myself from the ashes
of a former prodigy,
one entwined with madness
in all the right ways
laced with misery like a noir heroine,
so sexily depressing-
whereas now i am just empty
i did not emerge unscathed, no,
not like the fledgling, i
am covered in scars and faultlines from where
the sorrow tried rip itself
from my sorry body
and the crimson glue holding me together
replenishes itself more diluted each time
before i died
i swung through technicolor
episodes of scarlet, rose,
ecstatic white, and the
sapphire blue to haunt my dreams
waking and at night
but the color leached away,
the antiseptic began to pervade, refilled my veins
and purged me of everything but grey.
before my death,
i reigned over the darkness, banished it
when it did not suit me,
manipulated reason, lived in a waking dreamland,
in complete control of my life-
but now, when i am fragile as eggshell,
it's the only place i can hide,
a haven where i can act like the lack of light
masks an imagined vivacity and not a skeleton in flat black and white,
disguises and emboldens me,
allows me to be whole again,
to forget the borders, my limitations
indiscernable in dusk
i used to cast my own light-
now i am my own shadow
and in the dark i fumble for
what i used to be,
reconnect myself with the world
throw myself from the cliff
and hope to find my wings again
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
*As the crystal-clear freshwater
trickles steadily off the glazy rocks,
The sound replenishes my soul
with vitality - on my heart,
serenity, it knocks.
As the dying rusty leaves
float along
the heavenly stream,
My peace-filled mind
goes off into
a beautiful, sweet daydream.
I ponder over recollections
of all the precious magical moments
that together
we have both shared
over the years,
All of the memories we have made -
all of the beautiful words he spoke,
they were all remedies,
conquering all of my fears.
The struggles and the challenges,
together, we took them all on,
Hope, love and faith
were the tools we both used,
hand-in-hand, to rid them
and have them all vanish and be
forever gone.
As the birds flutter in the branches
of the giant trees above my head,
In my mind,
like a delicate melody,
I hear all of the beautiful words
he has said to me
over the course of our lives together,
as far back as the day we met -
before we wed.
Like the crystal-clear freshwater
rushing down the heavenly stream,
All of the amazing moments
and the not forgotten good times
flood my beautiful sweet daydream.
And once again,
revitalized by the serenity
of the heavenly peaceful creek,
the incredible amount of love
I feel for him increases
once more,
My undying love
is born again,
I am to be in love
with my beautiful man
infinitely - forevermore.
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
I'm as happy as a clam
Laid-back
Replaying my favorite track
Feeling high
From the flowers I smoked
Just took a small ****
To loosen myself up
I feel like a whole new me
Totally free
From pain and anguish
And anxiety
I relish these precious moments
They don't last forever
But they come along
Because my life is getting better
And soon enough
As my soul replenishes itself
From all the damage that's been done
I'll feel this perfect bliss
Every single day
I'll thank the heavens
For my recovery
The smile on my face
Will become permanent again
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Neck-deep in the business
of business,
only his head remains sleepless
in the dark of early mornings
to enlighten those
who sleep in, and spotlight
his peers who delight him.
His capital investment
is love and empathy;
he replenishes the funds spent
on an island of shelter,
the helter-skelter of Monday-Friday
a Distressway away.
North Country chair on the dock
over beckoning waves
sounding their Circe song,
drawing him to the bedrock
of peace
with himself and others.
Generous with his words
his head runneth over
and verses cascade down,
filling one from another
like a mountain of flutes
poured from a veritable jeroboam
of the muse's vintage.
Only love shows as he writes
doing the poetic hokey-pokey,
left foot in, left foot out.
He has turned my world around...
and that's what it's all about.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Walls dampen the chatter
overlapping, overwhelming, pulling me down
I'm drowning in the noise.
Slowly, my will replenishes
as I am ready to move
the walls will not allow it.
The walls have turned from my repose to my captor.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC
I realized today
That I can never live
in a house
that does not contain
a bathtub.
I like showers
they're lovely little self spaces
sure,
i like the feeling of
fingerblades
little
rain droppingingingings
singing
over my skin
but there
is definitely something
about being
wet
every inch of your
body
covered in water
and all of it is touching you
at the same time
it replenishes me
dipping my hair under the sweet salty
sweat mixed liquids
it gives me life
in a way
that no one but i could ever
understand
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
after the last time I made the foolish mistake of believing that everyone has good intentions
I promised myself I wouldn't trust anyone again
but, you see
the thing is that I didn't have to.
there's something about those eyes that reminds me of the way mother nature lovingly replenishes the earth's soil with rain.
and the first time I saw them, I knew I didn't have the option of loving you.
upon meeting you, I immediately fell in love with you.
trust me, I curse at myself every time I sleepily type "I love you more" at 1 a.m. when we're both too **** stubborn to close our eyes and drift off. but, for once, a large part of me believes that you'll stay.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Pleasantly content
Full of love
Full of commitment
To go above and beyond
Make you feel the beauty of passion
Provide you with the warmth
From my love
That replenishes my being
Recharges me
When I’m done.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
Little winged one of murky wings
do flutter in origami folds. To glide
in endless times engulf that needing
of seeing where in twilight all is a
shadow and all is seen within the night.
Quiver unseen but felt unto the breeze,
a shudder unfolds on their shadow in
ease, you taste upon droplets of fear.
Little origami wings do grace into
the flightless moments their but unseen.
Your shadow convulses in its presence,
Knowing subconsciously what it needs.
But you are but connected separates that
Could not be further apart. Like a puddle
swimming, nearly drowning in your depth.
It unfolds into form, for unseen like an
extension not noticed by self, a shadow
not as should seen. tiredness as into shadows
Of lost moments its delves ever deep. unravelling
it seeds into the darkness a continuation breaths
It departs for a shadow replenishes and its parts
Now origami folds in need of shadow will dance
upon every motion to unfold and feed, the cycle
is ever in motion, for twilight is its birth and life
its nourished in obscurity forever to feed.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
#*Nature sings a song, melodious and sweet
In colours brown, yellow, green and
blue
Resplendent the rainbow arcs
In every hue
Replenishes the soul
Joyous, the heart
Dances to Nature’s Beats*#
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
I haven't held your hand in
10 weeks
they say the human skin
replenishes every
27 days
you've never touched this skin
and I'm scared that you never
will
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I always feared thunderstorms
Lightning has killed many trees I loved
I understand that lightning
is a necessity as it replenishes
the nitrogen in the soil
But it destroys to create life
Tonight the thunderstorms roll
The thunder remains high
just growling low
as the lightning skips from cloud
to cloud
Then all at once
a bolt hits close by
and the thunder
kabooms . . .
rattling windows
Making your heart
skip several beats
The wind picks up
the sirens go off
and you chek out the radar
You breathe a sigh of relief
as the approaching storm splits
and goes around you .
It rains hard . . .
Then it stops . . .
so has the wind
Aloft the clouds
are race horses
galloping away as fast as they can
They have business elsewhere
Now all is quiet
a feeling of relief
soaks in unlike
the water running
rushing down the sides of the street
An after the storm moment
of peace when the air feels as clean
as the thoughts you . . . you don't have
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
Not gonna lie, I've been having a hard time.
Gonna be another night coping through life with a rhyme.
It's how I provide zest and flavor with a squeeze of lime.
About to be, twenty three, but still don't feel I've reached my prime.
The growing process never ends, always here to hear but it's always hard for me to find an ear that'll lend time when I'm not fine.
It just falls in line, with the proper arrangement of events.
Looking back I never wonder where the tick tocks went.
This is me, cuz I needed to release, like the cool air from a vent.
Reaching out to some seemed like ill moments spent.
Yet, the care was there, no denying or trying to prevent.
I love you all, but don't you see?
I'm just tired of all the superficiality.
We grow to infinity, we are souls of divinity,
Connectivity replenishes me, but these times
Make me realize it comes from more than just people.
The nature of everything gets me higher than those churches' steeples.
Aerial view, seeing perspectives askew.
My only problem is not knowing exactly what to do.
I have so much to prove, and I'm not one to lose
So many substances have been used, my body's abused.
But I am here alive, seeing the new,
and it was based on every choice I decided to choose.
So I'll draw sunshine, even when feeling blue.
In a bout with doubt, taking a higher route
True in that I'm here for you,
But I need a special kind of rain,
from a special wave's spout,
And proper sparks in my brain
That'll bring about life in this drought.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
Looking down at empty pale feet
Pure crystal water
Kissing the gaunt quivering toes
Like tiny nipping lips
An intoxicating dewy tickle
Replenishes the ulcerated legs
Thin iced glass brushes the face
Coating it in a soft chilled frost
Salty needles pinch the eyes
Making vision blurry yet refreshed
To blink would be a miss
A loss of excessive sight
An immense beauty gone
A crawling land of beryl
A saturated endless terrene
An ocean
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
every 28 days,
the human skin replenishes itself.
my hands are tired of building new homes
on top of old eviction letters.
I am aching for a body
that treats me like a cure,
and not the disease that needs it.
I live as a counterfeit version of myself;
I am a kleptomaniac who steals the breath
from people that would have found a use for it.
tell me how to refund
what I didn't buy.
my veins are a breeding ground for despondency,
my bones a shelter for malaise.
to try to be kind to myself
is to cauterize a wound
after the infection has already spread.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
Something about this winter seems colder than ever.
Late.
Sudden.
All at once.
It's the type of cold I haven't felt in a long time. Lingering.
Something you can't get rid of.
A breath of fog in the air.
Old memories.
Air that replenishes you. Making things new.
Air you don't mind suffering for.
Chilled to the bone.
Fingers numb. Toes nonexistent.
But sometimes still, I stand on my porch, cold, dreaming of blankets, and cocoa, and you.
Snow falls on my skin. Chilling. A reminder of how cold it really is, and I have to pretend that you didn't cross my mind.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
I see your courage, to push though and persevere no matter what difficulties you may face. I see your great sense of humor and how it makes people laugh beyond comprehension.. I see your intelligence it builds your understanding and appreciation for life. I see your spontaneous nature it is what takes away your fear for the uncertainty and destroys your doubt. I see your strength it sends chills down my spine and brings me to my knees in awe..I see your energy it replenishes your very soul and opens up your mind to possibilities.I see your faith and confidence it guides you though obstacles that you would never be able to face alone. I see your intuition its keen to deception which keeps you out of trouble! I see your smile it can illuminate the dark world we live in and makes life worth living.. I see your heart, is it my home where I feel safe and comfortable. I see your beauty, you are the most beatiful creation in the world to me...Its not only my eyes that see you its my heart and mind.. Its every atom that makes me Shawn that sees every atom that makes you Bethany
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Here, hold out your hands
Don't drop what I give you
Please don't be repelled
See? It's not so bad
Mucous and slime won't hurt
Blood and water won't burn
Do you feel it beating?
Can you sense its pulse of life?
It's living because of you
It feeds off of your emotion
But don't worry, it replenishes
What it takes, and more
What you give it will take
And what you take it will give
It will not strike out and
Will not harm you
You are in complete control
If you so deign to **** it
Then do it and swiftly
It will follow you and be yours
Forever and always
So as you receive my gift,
I ask you, please be nice
After all, it is my heart you play with
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Nature adorns her vacuums:
Eden, in lieu of Gardener or Keep, overdrives the breach;
garland wreaths, julep leaves, Clover carpets
the well-dint of the fleeing heel,
just as Vitality, from Lushness, deserts to humbling Humus.
I bargain that We will
be survived by teeming hosts of white Chrysanthemum.
Our grim miracle resembling, so, fish and loaves;
of Manna eked of Woe.
Staid amatory shall cater the craving of a brood;
from our tears rich elixir brewed,
our tender flanks yielding stew.
Scarcity is Her own aphrodisiac,
abused in company of more than two.
But sure as Man, worms lapse at their hour
and they, their own kind, must consume
giving back Space, where is room.
So, must we, our own Passion’s devour,
that made manifest they replenish their expanse,
as when a hand replenishes a glove--
it first breathes upon the absence of Absence.
Let us, then, dine. Let us then, Love…
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am homesick for a place I have never been
Where my spirit is high and my soul is clean
Away from the apathy and the resentment that I can only describe as obscene
I look to within as no outer energy can cleanse my aura
Mother Earth replenishes me and helps secure me
But keeps my crown open to receive his power
Living with hope I once couldn't cope
On my knees my soul had broke
I was lifted,guided and behold
He lead me to a word that saved my soul
The word is namaste the soul is Devine
giving me a new look on reality and helping my light shine
But I allow others to shine the light on me from time to time
I try to be free from fear resentment and live for now
For now I have been blessed with light and love
Love and light to all of you
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC