"reviles" poems
All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.
All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.
Greece sees, unmoved,
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.
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My Loneliness
My Loneliness is killing me
No one should have to go through
Something like this;
I could no longer fool myself
or my heart;
Because my heart and mind
reviles what I’m feeling all the time;
Oh, times sea look at me
I am in way too deep;
my pains are cutting me
I’m bleeding out like ink;
this loneliness left me feeling cold
and very alone;
I can no longer bear
it but I know I must,
loneliness make me feel
I have no existence
No self-worth;
a life of a living Hell of true darkness,
out in the cold all alone
trying to make it on my own;
Oh, how my body craves to be loved
But love was never a part of me,
my empty heart needs to free
to love and to be love back,
I had read every book after book
to pass the time;
to easy my nights
to easy my mind
my pains of loneliness remains,
but one day it will go away.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
My Loneliness is killing me
keeping my poor heart weeping,
this coldness
of true loneliness
is eating away at me
No one should have to go through life like this.
I could no longer fool myself living in a place of happiness
when all I see is the gray hovering over me,
my heart is truly broken
like someone had left me for the dead
I have no where to rest my head.
Because my mind is traveling over time
that reviles what I am feeling,
I know this may sound silly
but really
this has became apart of me.
In my mind I would see a place that haunts me
I am upon a mighty sea
where his eyes are looking at me...
but I never understood what it all means,
I just no I am in something deep
that scars the hell out of me.
In this darkness of my loneness
I have found myself in something deep
that leaving me cold and weeping,
I don't really know if I'm sleeping
my pains are cutting me so bad
leaving me feeling mad.
I’m bleeding out into the sea
because this old loneliness has taken over me
left me feeling cold and very alone;
but I keep hanging on
like an old sad song
that keep playing on.
I can no longer bear it
but somehow I am getting stronger
I know I must-
standing around in this dust,
this loneliness make me feel like I have no existence,
No self-worth
Oh, how this hurts the worst.
A life of a living Hell
Did that wring someone's Bell?
out in the cold
so very alone...
trying to make it on my own
I have nowhere to call home
all I do is roam.
Oh, how my body craves to be loved
but love was never a part of me,
my empty heart just bleeds like ink
as I wrote my famous lines
for the whole world to read
about a life that kept so many hooked.
So I could set my soul at easy
and my spirit run free
so I could feel a touch of love
and just maybe be love back
instead of always being attacked
behind my back.
It is crazy how so many has read my book
they all wanted take a better look
like they are hooked
but then it was them that wanted to bring on more rain
just to give me more pain.
But when I wrote down my story
of my lonely life
that made me cry
in my own bloodstained ink
where it is my sprit sink's
to pass the time-
to easy my nights
to easy my mind
my pains of loneliness remains,
but one day it will go away.
- Judy Emery © 2017 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Judy Lilly Emery
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
It is simply being at a still point, where silence speaks volumes.
Where guilt turns to tranquility and I can trust to risk
or risk to trust, either way, it doesn’t matter.
It is a matter of perspective, I can dare to dream,
of a Wondrous Journey and when I dream,
without fail, I am greeted by Chaya,
mystical Goddess of the shadow.
She reviles wisdom of the shadow.
in the shadows are rainbow colors.
She brings forth, essence of Black.
For background and contrast.
Then magically splashes
the essence of Green,
and everything
GLOWWS ! ! !
My little Chimera steps out from behind a giant fern
and holds my hand, in anticipation of the journey.
Chaya holds a finger to her lips and says,
“The Whisper sunset is near” I am Red.
Again she raises a finger to her lips,
“Listen for the Whisper - Twilight
The Dream Catcher,
it is what makes
the magic fun
and fancy.
Angel’s Breath and Dragon Tears,”
Chaya explains while
Scintilla the Necromancer
dances along the creek ,
and she SPARKLES.
A giant bumblebee
hovers to watch
SO SURREAL
Then everything just bursts and fades into the mist.
What happened to the magic? Where is Chaya?
"Chaya went into the eye of the storm"
The voice from within says
“Where is Scintilla?” We ask
“Scintilla dances in heaven now”
The voice within echoes
The Wondrous Journey
is over,‘til twilight
tomorrow when
I DARE TO
DREAM
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
The Mowing Field
I go up through the mowing field
while my poor heart reviles
it's old passions of long ago
the headless aftermath of the beating past
keeps hanging around like a necklace around my nick
the pain hovers over me like the clouds of gray
half closes is the garden path where you lay
I come to the garden ground
of sober birds sing
while my poor heartaches
I kneel down to pray
but my words was hard for me to say
Oh how much I love you
I do hope you known it
I do hope I gave my all to you
my tears I couldn't hold back
they came down like rain
On the ground the leaves
lingered with the breeze
sweeping them away softly
I end not far from my going forth
to pick up the faded blue rose
of long ago I have given to you on Your grave
Oh ,how my poor heartaches for you
I just hang on to your love I once known
I walk away with no more words I could say
But to put another in the other ones place
With a word I will always love you .
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
My Loneliness
My Loneliness is killing me
No one should have to go through
Something like this;
I could no longer fool myself
or my heart;
Because my heart and mind
reviles what I’m feeling all the time;
Oh, times sea look at me
I am in way too deep;
my pains are cutting me
I’m bleeding out like ink;
this loneliness left me feeling cold
and very alone;
I can no longer bear
it but I know I must,
loneliness make me feel
I have no existence
No self-worth;
a life of a living Hell of true darkness,
out in the cold all alone
trying to make it on my own;
Oh, how my body craves to be loved
But love was never a part of me,
my empty heart needs to free
to love and to be love back,
I had read every book after book
to pass the time;
to easy my nights
to easy my mind
my pains of loneliness remains,
but one day it will go away.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
will the birds sing or sit in a string discussing theories on a wire?
too tired for repercussions from prior trials by fire,
so they pile the pyre and sing for the choir
while the liars catch wildfire to a dire count of 4-5-1
by a child with a drumstick instead of a thumb in his mouth.
you can hear the percussion through his stomach for crying out loud.
are the parents proud of this juvenile behavior,
have they vowed to reconcile with its nature?
are they beguiled by how it reviles exile
but every now and then goes the extra mile?
© Matthew Harlovic
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
Who am I to love the ones that love me,
Horrid ******* run wild for pleasure,
Sick men take turns to **** each other,
Morals outlines of no different measure.
***** boy's look at friends *****
The bible reviles this greek fun,
They mock me and others for nature,
I am at a loss for a new sattirical pun.
Be safe when knowing I care little of you,
Your opinions are safe within me,
Change your mind, I don't think so,
A warrior for christ you'll always be.
Hear my message you snivelling ingrate,
A tender and powerful one at last today,
You hold no stance in these current times,
For I will always and forever be GAY.
Aug 12, 2011
Aug 12, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
I wish that you could see
The man I truly am,
Rather than the useless failure
I have acted as,
I wish that you could see and feel
The torment in my heart,
It matches that which
In yours I have caused,
I wish that rage which I created
Never came to be,
I wish the pain you feel
Would be hurting only me,
I never loved a woman
Quite how I love you,
Never been a coward for
Fear of losing who I love before,
You are that one who is pure of heart,
That one my soul has sought,
And now my soul reviles me
For what stupidity has brought,
Soon I may hear my life will end
Rather sooner than I aimed,
Yet losing you is far far worse,
That life I lose is maimed,
And even as I write this verse
My heart yearns to make you whole,
So if my passing helps you heal
I gladly take that end,
But please know this my lady love,
The man you loved,
Saw glimpses of,
That man you saw that worshipped you,
That was the real me
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 4:38 AM UTC
Wake up tense,
Then enmity has commenced
His agonizing screech,
Her pleading moan.
Back and forth,
A pitiful drone.
Hostile, but to each it’s home.
Both together, both alone.
One reviles the other’s lament.
Another breakfast’s
Brazen treatment
She needs a companion.
He, who knows.
Of this, be certain,
In this house,
no love grows
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Reviles gnaw on her somber thoughts
as she hangs between beige curtains
tightly thick around her neck
absorbing lachrymal crystals under her eyes
Her many faces retreat—implode under
pressure—like glass borne on a cliff
As for her, herself, come forth many
holding stones—boulders to her—
ready to strike this candle;
intimidated by fire, she melts
And as the flames are roused
watch her re-harden: an exquisite tragedy
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
the soft barrier between us
a cotton and folded cloth mask of wishes
a storm of tears
that seeps from my soul at hours such as this
a thing that abhors the weak
and reviles the strong
i am cold in this room
alone with only photographs
to reflect you
i only need wait few more days
panic flees followed by fear
there is a woman out there i would
love to be with
envelope, swallow, taste
**** upon
cleanse our souls with her
quick and hard frame
her lean form is now in the room
she disrobes and makes to the beds edge
i cannot deny
this is a dangerous road
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
Midnight seeps
Through
And one man is between his sheets
With something stirring beneath the pleats
And he wrestles his dusty memories
He relives and reviles them
And why is the night so dark?
And why does it make us damage ourselves?
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
With inner guidance
my compass of heart I hold,
listening to its direction.
My breath aids to hear.
My intention reviles purpose.
With inner guidance
my dreams
are unleashed
to the spinning dial of dance.
To the moment that expands
with light.
Through storms and winds
I land safe secure and
intact with help from source.
with a whisper of gratitude for life
and a large abundance of blessings.
Inner guidance don't leave home without it.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
Rip me. Rip me to ******* shreds.
I don't care. I never meant anything.
I'm pinned to this moment.
Everything is a trick,
But you're not fooling me.
Infect me with sadness,
Sadness, sadness,
That is ALL I WANT TO FEEL.
I let the happiness billow up
And Hope can stay the night
She's a ****** thot,
But I am hungry like a black hole for deep, dark misery.
Purple and navy,
Gray and black.
Or void and colorless,
The taste of death.
My talents are a fleeting bloom,
I can die with them curled,
You will never know my true beauty
Because you betrayed me deeply
Wrongly, I will never forgive you
I will make you like death to me
Rank, inimical, raw, s e x y, the truth that reviles us all
And this feeling will pass over me...
Like a storm,
It comes and goes.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
Strolling in the woodlands,
I see ahead of me a large stretch of ****** timber where blackberry thickets foam white in spring time.
In the valley littered with gold,
winter reaches for me.
It cuddles me with frost and restrains me with cold.
Words from inking pen strikes me,
Its stinging sentences reviles me.
Rising from deep waters I learn to be bold.
I face my predators unlike days of old.
Wondering in dream's land,
my eyes quake at mountains taller than everest.
Lost in dream's arms,
I rise above the tempestuous plunge of sea tides.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.
She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.
For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.
I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
A leap, a ****** over virtual space
Love shaped motion emerges west and east border.
A yell ends at power station
No more silence, summer breaks the icy skies.
S.Polunin signature leap, with mathematic
Motion of pure moves and spirals,
Likewise, a new-shoot burgeoning pulse
Sun reviles the evolving shadows
A refreshed balance game tags leaf and might
He moves with glimmering dappled light
Movement from a bird of paradise
Melodic cold folds of ego, the deer,
And the wild leopard chanting itself
An animated odd sight come out at night
Gestures flake off where space to cross.
Looseness, forgetfulness, we know it is
not only a summer dance
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 9:51 AM UTC