"rythym" poems
pressed against a gentle river of bedsheets
falling loose from the mattress with every wave
to finally intertwine in the rythym of our heartbeats
i cannot help being depraved, as each motion makes me crave
"adore me, adore me, all that much, and more"
i plead, i cry, and his hands overwhelm mine
"a pretty little thing, obedient and kind, perfect for a *****
as long as he gives me attention, all will be fine
all he's ever shown is the blushing red of kisses and bites
and all he's ever known is a cruel kind of rational
but even with all the flowers he gives, he never seems to fight
and it all seems to decay into something entirely foul
im done with the suffocating scent of amaryllis that i let fill my arteries
the sweet sticky pollen that tightens my throat so i can no longer breathe
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 9:19 PM UTC
Arms
wrapped around my waist
lips
brush against my forehead
the sweet taste
as he kisses my lips
his hands on my hips
fingers
draw invisible numbers
8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
my heart beats the rythym
as his fingers dance within
until the clock strikes 12
the magic is broken and I am
empty
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Your eyes smoulder with an imagination that is even bolder than I could have dreamed and colder than this toxic air we've been forced to breathe.
You write poetry across your face to form a Gas mask of rythym, blocking out the hate yet sealing in ideas that might frustrate you.
You hear the birds in the trees and you read the articles in every magazine, you take in information like the bees to the Queen.
Your thoughts radiate an aura surrounding your entire body, you bleed history and pop culture facts, you need the written word like an addict needs their cigarette packs.
You're empathetic to your core, you feel what everyone else does so you hide yourself in your mind until you can categorize the emotions from the lies.
I know you can feel the love in your heart even through all the cracks, like a weathered and torn apart roadmap but you're taped together perfectly and even with a few wrong turns you always find your way back to me.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
The old man said to me "son, timing is key"
I said, "old dude you look like a man who heard about rythym".
Old felines like you come a dime for a dozen, always poppin of yang about isms and schisms .
Naw fresh meat. This buds for you, If I really knew then what I thought that I knew
I wouldn't be grading your papers with exes and checks but I see in your eyes that your vision is short.
You think you hot **** but aint all that smart.
FYI pops I think that you reading me wrong.
You cant see my dimensions nor fade my intentions.
So you think they broke the mold. you have this thing down cold.
This has never been done before you.
Here ,wipe your nose.
Hey Senor senior if your so informed,then please pass along a few high value pearls.
How bout the one telling about what women want cause you really cleaned up in
the female department .
The old man just smiled and said "pearls before swine.
Just drop a few breadcrumbs to find your way back".
Off is the direction I want you to truck he said.
Don't forget Wonder is the best kind of bread he said
You must be slow or just light in the head he said.
Yeah, whatever.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Dead spiders on the ceiling, just hangin’ around,
swinging on their high trapeze.
With every breeze from the window they take to the air,
doing summersaults with the rythym of the wind.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
The first time I saw a woman body
It was a delicate sweet flower
The ******* were perky and stuff
It was a sensual brew that sooth
There is a miracle in a woman touch
It's the sign of her reflection to mine
The first dream I had was with her
It was a taboo, a secretive rendezvous
Her lips were swollen with hasty lust
I was in her list and she followed
She swallowed her pride to touch me
I run for the fear of misjudgement
The first scream I had was with her
It was when I stopped my soul to want
To eat that fruit that wasn't masculine
To bathe in the summer fest and rivers
She crawled her nails, a scratch on me
She craved my source to hold her own
That was long ago, yet there is a wish
A call to taste her strawy honeyed set
To kiss her toes and finger her moles
Would she be part of a 3rd wheeler?
Rotate her hips as he ropes the pole
Whilst the other controls the rythym
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
Brilliant warning of fearful masterpiece
drunken beats of the awestruck ehart
devine significance
confusion and determination
Rapid rythym pumping blood through my infatuation
romantic mysteries of blunt fact vs fantasy
stubborn to ungrasp
afraid to accept reality
for it is as a lie in the opposite of truth
for the truth holds the reality determining the real truth
of the too good to be true fantasy
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Luscious lips
Burning flesh, insatiable
Soaked in your essence
intertwined, love so brutal.
Fascinated with the rythym
Your libido keeping time
My pelvis is throbbing for only you
Your body is truly sublime.
The feeling of bliss
Saturated with our body fluids, merged as one
On the red satin sheets, we lay naked
On my mind, in my heart, blinded by the sun.
Torchered by divine lust
Kept satisfied in your essence, grateful
Irrisistable lips forever probing
Heart so full of love, forever faithful.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Drip
Drip
Drip...
Goes the blood from the blade
Splat
Splat
Splat...
Goes the blood on the floor
Squeak
Squeak
Squeak...
Goes the mouse on the floor
Sniff
Sniff
Sniff...
Goes the mouse to the blood
Lick
Lick
Lick...
Goes the mouse to thw blood
Choke
Choke
Choke...
Goes the mouse on the floor
Fall
Fall
Fall...
Goes the mouse on the floor
Die!
Die!
Die...?
Goes the mouse on the floor
Ha
Ha
Ha...
Goes me :)
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."
-Plato
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Tell me love,what I must do.
I know the landscape in essnce
I am no pretender.
Inspiration then perspiration
A torrid sweat as the tempo. Rises BUT...
Allow me to speak your
name in fervent whisper
Again and again.
Permit me to traverse your mind
As your sensuous body follows.
I am there. Now here now all places at once
Seeking. Seeking
The small of your back
I am listening as your breathing hastens then slacks.
Feeling as your body shudders. Reaches and entwines.
Allow me access ever so gently.
Tasting. Savouring the hollows and curves
The recesses. The tactile mounds the essense of you.
Dam this poem is making my hands shake.
We are molded skin to skin now. A rythym.
Hot . A dance. Stay with me darling this is nirvana.
Where do I end and you begin.
One.
I feel your desire your wanting to peak.but slow now soft now
The moment awaits still. We will batter the gates stil and come rushing
To ****** As one. Stay. Slow .soft.
Here and now my darling. Hold tight as we soar my love
Over the falls we go to wash in a tide of release.
Yes. Yes.
We are there.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
the flag of my country is rippling in perfect rythym with the sounds of this place i love to call my home <3 the sky is covered in clouds; the sun's nothing but a faded glow (24 dec 09)
fading in & out of rational thought; awareness is strong but wavering. theres so much weighted on my brain, a light but steady pressure.. (31 oct 10)
dimensions of colored fragments reflectiong off of every shard of light in every molecule of every single thing.. (8 nov 10)
disillusionment has become reality, while mere reality has become illusion.. break the mold, fight for your freedom to love! (8 nov 10)
the seed of evil is planted in every living creature; whether or not it is watered is a choice (21 nov 10)
once independent, now codependent on you.. when you're not around i dont know what to do (8 dec 10)
losing fruition; fading to gray.. nothing to grasp but a dull reality. don't even recognize myself anymore. emotionless (1 dec 10)
the times i'd most like to take an eraser to my brain, i find there are already marks engraved too deep (31 dec 10)
reverting back from end to beginning.. lets see how this one pans out (20 feb 11)
synchronized breathing; drifting into unconciousness, enveloped by thoughts.. dreams become reality while reality fades to grey (11 mar 11)
as time goes on, familiar faces blend into this sea of blank stares and empty hearts (8 apr 11)
like the glass which holds the world beyond the mirror, the veil of my world is about to shatter and be exposed (27 dec 11)
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
You were a beat
Pumping rythym always
put you on your feet
You were the big Dean
A man of virtuous sin
and grandfather's raspberry gin
Now you're too tired
to even see the end
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
I watch the cottonwood
seeds
gather on the
wildflowers and
the weeds.
The trail looks a gentle
snowfall
of dust,
Like the back corner
of grandmother's attic...
Blanketed in mystery
and
well worn with
the years.
White sand and flakes of
pyrite
glitter on the
water's edge,
Dancing
with the rythym of the
waves...
A hummingbird
chases a dragonfly
into a tangerine sunset.
A hawk circles the road looking
for a wayward mouse.
I cry a silent prayer.
And can
only
think of you,
My Angel.
And
the
wind
cries
too...
Singing her
sorrowful song
Only for you,
My Angel,
Only for you...
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Twisting, writhing bodies
All in rhythm to the beat
Their bodies keeping perfect time
To the movement of their feet
A hot and humid dance floor
All in the bands control
Except one wayward dancer
Dancing like a newborn foal
I loved her when I saw her
Arms akimbo, who knows where
Dancing to a different drummer
Face obscured by flying hair
She had the rythym of a metronome
That was broken, out of beat
And in my mind I could just picture
Barney Rubbles flying feet
She didn't care what they were playing
She surely couldn't keep in time
While they were playing four beats
She was hearing at least nine
She didn't care if people watched her
She danced alone and had her fun
sometimes she just kept dancing
long after the song was sung
I don't know what she was hearing
What song was playing in her mind
She was light upon her feet
but she was heavy upon mine
She danced with full emotion
She let the music draw her in
She danced where ever it would take her
She couldn't dance...is that a sin?
I loved her sense of freedom
She couldn't dance and didn't care
I'm just as bad as she is
And now we're a timeless dancing pair.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
The power this little girl holds illuminates her, and projects her strength further than her physical being
She stands above the rest, and her bare feet sink into the soil of the mountain she is standing upon
She has climbed for a lifetime to reach this sanctuary. She overcome the sheer rock faces with nothing but her nimble hands and supple feet, although you would think she had had help from the wind- almost like it had picked her up and gently placed her on higher ground.
Nobody can reach her, or touch her. No- she has conquered the common ground and now she is playing in the clouds.
Except she won't play long, for she can see an army on the horizon. It is coming for her and marching to the rythym of her beating heart. She is frightened for herself, and her beautiful place in the world. Mediocrity is coming to quell the magic she's created.
They March on,consuming the mountain and covering it like thousands of ants.
Still she stands strong, even though the army coming for her have no hearts, only armour and shields. She has only her weak flesh to protect the heart she has nurtured so carefully. They're so close now...but not quite near.
They cannot reach her for she is too high. They cannot attack her or pierce her skin.
Maybe she'll be safe
The army however, have a weapon much more dangerous. They let their voices snake up to her, like coils of smoke. She hears what they think and she knows the hate in their heads is all for her. The words ******* her, worse than any wound could. She does not know how to attack what she cannot see so instead she listens, trying to detect where it whispers from. She doesn't know, and the voices of hatred penetrate her world. Her power is crippled and her heart is left broken.
She still has power, but it isn't put on display. She keeps it to herself so that jealous minds can't come after it. Because every whisper is yet another crack, another chip off her shoulder.
She isn't innocent and trusting any longer, her edges have become a little rough. She fell down from her sanctuary, down the rock face of her mountain. The words of the soldiers hurt her so badly that she joined them just to get away, to blend in.
But she remembers. She remembers the freedom she had from her vantage point, and the beauty she saw there. She is climbing her mountain again, starting from scratch. It's harder, there's more weight pulling her down.
But don't worry- she'll get there.
She was a girl that illuminated hope, and now she's cracked.
We broke her, but now we have the opportunity to help her back up.
And from there, she'll go far.
She still illuminates hope.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
As you sit beside me
The world fades away
Just you and me in focus
It all seems okay
With my fingertips
I trace your face
Your jawline
Then your lips
Our eyes lock together
I could hear a faint click
I've pictured this moment for so long
I'd started to believe this day would never come
But you smile brings me back
To reality, to you
This moment is perfect
And so are you.
I look deep in your eyes
And find a hidden chest
Inside lies all those words
I wished you would've said
Slowly we lean closer
And closer we become
I feel your pulse thumping
To the rythym of our love
Your hand cups my face
My hand finds comfort in your hair
You close your eyes
Ready for our first kiss
But our lips don't meet
My lips land right next to yours
Very close, to the side of your lips
" Why didn't you kiss me? "
Your voice is hurtful
Your hand falls from my face
And then I begin to say
"Your lips aren't meant for me to kiss
Your eyes aren't for me to miss
Your love isn't for me to feel
Your heart isn't for me to live in
I'll walk away from your life
Just needed this moment, this one time
Cause you deserve the best there is
And sadly the best isn't me"
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Keeper of the past, Mother of the future,
reclaiming death, so as to offer rebirth.
Embracing us all in your nurturing womb.
A living organism, that holds us, Earth.
Carrier of whispers, spoken by the stars.
Mercurial mind set, as you do portend,
changes of the seasons and of coming storms.
The very breath of our atmosphere, the Wind.
Giver of light and warmth, to our darkest nights.
Within your dance, renewal on a pyre.
Hypnotic temper, fuels cycle of re growth,
ashes to ashes, we rise from the Fire.
Elixir of life, able to move mountains.
Drop by drop, your are natures perfect sculptor,
the very essence of deadly gracefulness.
Undulating rythym, that we call Water
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, does not stand alone.
Working together, they make this planet home.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
Your essence runs through every vessel
through my every pore
runs through all my secrets
right through my very core
You go through every hope
you go through every dream
you go through every cell
you envelope my whole being
I can feel you beating in my heart
as your soul moves through mine
joining all our energy
in perfect rythym, in perfect time
Lets take our souls entwined
and make a lasting thing
lets live and love together
for all eternity
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 7:07 AM UTC
Well lookin back it seems i think little somethin
always beat's a whole lotta nothin.
The road at night is a mystery yerning to remain unsolved.
No direction sometimes seems better than the reallity of
a dead in street.
Burnt out from pills and *****
A head that pounds with a steady rythym of
of past failures and false starts.
As in bottles we seek answers to the unasked questions
of the dammed soul and promising lie.
Four walls a asylum or a hotel of your choosing.
Last times regret cant match tonights need.
Burnt emotions frozen feelings.
A great lie love is dellusion a drug for the
junkies soul.
Cold even on a mid summers night.
I paint in colors of a doomed nature.
Void yet alluring to the naked eye.
Like a records unclear sound the flaws are what
make it true.
This writers fire has all but faded.
I ask does that glass appear half empty to you?
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
Clairvoyant vision and elegant rythym
Perfect expression and she saw within him
She was powerful, she was undeplorable
Loosing her, made writing unlegible
Heterocromic brown eyes
Draws regret to his lies
Her voice can change the tide
and incinerate your soul inside
He was derranged, blind, and in pain
Thus he inflicted so much of the same
He could not forgive his serious miststakes
Unable to change, he turned the page.
A new being, a new man
He will correct his change
And never look for blame
Complete and imperfect.
He will await a new first kiss
with the illustrious
This poem was written about a teenage boy
He was young, aggravated, and destroyed
He met a young girl who was everything
He failed to act right and express his meaning
His impatients and unappreciation ended
Timely mended, led him to understanding.
If you know and love what you have, you will never loose it...
unless it needs to be lost and refound.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
A silver platter,
I've never had.
Only words for munitions
By definition im smitten with'm
Slow down the rythym
Let the bass drop and then when it hits'm
Spiznit the wisdoms
Please consider your kingdoms!
Held together by lectric power.
Without it you'd be devoured
By thoughts in the shadow-realm
So batten the hatches-of-helm
Scatter the ashes that fell
Sell your attachments
To hell
And roll on your magical mystical
Fantasical whimsical mythical
journey-of-legend
Let's leave a lasting loving legacy
Lamenting is landing zone.
Loud laffs appose.
Poetry & pro's
Just a thought;
"I suppose"
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
She is a rare gift,
a treat from the gods,
I love her rythym.
We enjoy the sacred skin-arts,
crave Kama Sutra,
practice the Third Chakra
to reach universal nirvana.
I massage her slick inner *****
create the ultimate friction
with my fiery poker,
smooth,
strong,
deep strokes
to consummation.
I release my warm flow,
abundant cool waters,
cleansing her soul
with my hot rod
into the Second.
We shudder
with the cascade
of our musky mixture,
primordial fragrance
wafts in the air around us.
Our sparkling-eyes locked,
we smile in each other's
loving embrace,
kissing & hugging,
experiencing true grace.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
What can I do to get you alone?
Make my move,
play it cool
You know how it goes~
Wander the town,
(Wondering about;)
"Am I on your mind?
Wastin'my patience baby,
Please don't waste my time."
I ain't lookin for love,
I ain't lookin for trouble
just some time,
you and I
Talking under the covers.
Maybe some one on one?
to get to know you better?
Maybe between the sheets?
Make you moan
and get you..
shhhh~
Then we start to move,
then we get to groovin'.
Hips sync to the beat
Past the peak
We're still climbing
Nowhere left to go
This dance is all we've needed
Feel the rythym flow
We'll take the night
and share the fever.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
My revelation is clear now.
I got rythym. Now.
See.
Seven days to an orbit.
Or mere cochance.
Seems like a weekend thing too.
****
Inspiration seems to kick off her
Frilly lace and slides quietly under satin.
Heat check. Why?
Perception is reality no?
Saturation and release ?
Skull duggery.
Mind miner.
Alchemist at work.
Iron pirate. ?
At any rate it feels like 7 is my lucky #.
Ahh. Sleep dep.?
Mayhap.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC