"saphire" poems
I dyed my hair ash brown
Ironed it
harsh and fierce
I cut thick forest bangs
that hide my angry brows
and flirt with my long
black lashes
I dipped my brush
in bursting green
and painted my lids
to disguise the navy
emptiness
within me
I stained my lips roaring red
matching the words
that I hide, tongue to cheek
Nasty verbs and abashed adjectives
want badly to sneak out
and terrorize your every insecurity
I bleached every tiny tooth
bright wicked white
to flash towards terrible
wreckless superficial you
I lost five pounds
to fit into my saphire body-icon
attire
and don't worry, darling
my ******* are still naturally
huge and angry
from being objectified by you, *******
and I know that every
******* person
will think I'm a
goddess
model
queen
moviestar
and **** I'll look like one and flourish
you will merely turn your head away
while I head to the bathroom
like a lush loser
cursing your ways viciously at the door
of your ******* gay boy bar stall
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy,
Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais’d phantasie present,
That undisturbed Song of pure content,
Ay sung before the saphire-colour’d throne
To him that sits theron
With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportion’d sin
Jarr’d against natures chime, and with harsh din
The fair musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway’d
In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav’n, till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.
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Selling self to fall from grace
in divided attention to tease the waste,
leak control to test and tame.
The serpent coils to eat its tail
cages the want to set to sail,
clips the wings and leaves me lame.
One hand in clichés
One hand in disdain and repetition
of broke algorithms.
You turn me on what more can I say,
the neon strip led me astray
Writhing sighn lights of the merry-go-round
and cogs grind round and wheels resound;
when’ll it stop, when I already know:
"the answers present the wills ascent, the answer’s present, the wills ascent!"
The mountain rises from my grave
and simplicity simply fades
Leak control to teaste and train.
The dove leaves its cote at the door
left ajar, loses the border
to forget myself and name,
as heart turns opaque for a lust in my life
a love in my state;
a firstless engine
for algae rhythms.
You turn neon and lead me to say”
You freed me from this gravity
gave me perfection, when I asked for distraction
filled my need in evasion of wanton
“Feel like I cheated, for empathy’s kiss, because the time we shed were tamed moments of bliss.
With nothing to scar its memory.
For our moments shared, you are love to me.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
THE TRECK
Step-
step-
step
Walking through
orange mountains--
a journey toward
the blue hole,
like shamans through a desert--
except we have beer.
never loosing our sight
of the sea,
I swear, every step
makes the water glow a more magificent blue
as the wind travels through every rock.
Step-
step-
step
One of the electric men
from the rocks whispers
through a gust
to trust the path ahead of me.
I take a swig of beer.
Step-
step-
step
ARRIVAL and RELAXING
Subdued
Subtle
Serene duet
between Nephthys and Nuit lulls us
to rest after a feast of honey tahina
in a hut with the words "Peace City"
painted over the kitchen.
Silent
Soothing
Solace
wondering
if Moses was really lost
in a place many might consider paradise.
Saline
Saphire
Soul blood pours from mother's veins--
Dahab/Sinai is a major artery
of civilization creation, a sacred
space for those seeking to unplug.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
Walking, talking, eating,
One lover only baking,
hum waking- up
Is anyone good
at loving?
Always
giving
metals
The modern
love robot
((ATM))
machine
There is
no
place
Oh! Yes
Lend me all
lovers
at my home
The ((OZ)) fame
Artsy Auntie
(EM) so lame
Listening to
(REM)
Headrush
Makeup
blush also
*** in-between
My break up___
My lunch hour
All over again
throwing
cash
way off the street
look out I almost
crashed____
That Casanova
racer
slim
reducer
My
((ATM))
Sexter machine
Pixstar diet
Laughing to
the bank
You are
better
But in the
least seeing
Her for what
she is
The beauty
she is making
up the beast
He is the
Eight personalities
Burnt money
Miss French fries
Baby blue eyes cry
My cash went dry
Henry the eighth
The love affair in
September Goth
Just recently shot
Lord of the rings
Be sure you don't get
the blues
She-devil jeweler
Saphire I
got rushed
She fires out!!
She Forgets **
The finest
champagne
candles
On the tenth
Cash reminder rush
I cannot recall
how I
got here?
I will be back
for the cash!!
That gave her
Total recall
Over there
someone
left more
cash
Someone
overloaded trash
What cash potential
her best clothes
He looked like
moon dancer
Jacksons five
black glove
Casanova the
best climate
For Cash
Australian mate
Jumping
Jack Flash
You cant always
get what
you want
But if you try
sometimes
You might get
what you need
Don't rush
your life away
With that
Casanova
Don't rush your
stars of
the Nova Scotia
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
.
i had begun this story a millenia ago.
the novels so defined that even diamonds could not shape its edges any further.
mindset of winders worries,
and a heart that builds monuments upon itself.
to the ages of timber i have rested,
within the cinder of burial grounds we have fallen before.
to see the sight of death and life in so many contorting angles is to breathe the cornel from beneath the husk.
we all love,
though to love the way that we have been gifted may also become our curse.
to house the hearts of thousands within your own may prove to become infertile with each task you have peered upon.
the turmoils of hidden dreams and lusts of past lovers proves to be less than static.
white noise of saphire breezes brings forth the shadows of time.
to here i rest my soul,
to these blades i lay my being.
the smell of memories can hinder the scent of the now.
appreciate those futile moments,
the frivelous bounty of desire.
love the sound of her voice as it carries through the sails of premonition,
steer the vessel of the body within the revines of her eyes.
to you i share the utmost calibration of this life,
and the life you lead will be in the steps i have previously taken.
i have sprinkled you across the ripples of the Chesapeake,
and whispered the hynm we both hummed on those streets.
your sun shone upon me this day,
and now, my sun shall shine on me in the morrow.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
A Sad Play―
Thousands of Cauldron Tainted Roses,
Cries of The Bitter Symphonies,
The Longing Saphire Sky;
Watching You & I.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
The door is shut and I'm
Thinking usually
About a system that doesn't work
A tire that is broke
When payday will be
And about a guy lately
I'll tell myself I need to write
It's been hard to concentrate
Like I was tapping my feet
Contorts into strange positions
Like an acrobat
Rusted pinecones
On the sidewalks curve
Pine trees dark green
Christmas lights and the
Colorado flag with the red C
Draped on balconies
Tilted driveway with
Small patches of ice
Telephone wires scrape the sky
And the poles line the streets
Sometimes there's screaming
On the concrete stairs
I'm lost to myself and everyone
Else when abrasive moodswings
Speaking in contradictions
Plague my weary mind
Like I'm running away from Someone else
Like they forgot my name that
I call myself
And there's no cave deep
Enough
No storm volatile enough
No words clear enough
People everywhere in my
Peripherals
Spacing out in broad daylight
Like I've never heard of a
Clock
Winter fell in love with the
Idea of Summer
And tried so hard to capture
That lofty breeze
Dreaming of palm trees and
Oceantides and tanning
Under saphire skies
But
Winter means hot coco and
Layers of blanket
And when Winter tried to change
He was heartbroken when the
Icicles persisted in spite
I guess I should know
Like do old couple's constantly
Question if they're in love?
No.
They don't.
It's unspeakable.
I must be blind maybe
Like when I worry about how
You feel when you're sitting right
Next to me
Sometimes I freak myself out
Looking for a semblance of
Safety in us
I guess I should know
You're never homeless for
Earth's your home
It's the air you breathe
When your home is under
Your feet
And they call the shelterless
"Poor"?
What is family anymore?
It became glimpses
From the present to the past
To the future
Still like a hearse
In technicolor
Revolving doors passengers
Slide through
Just passing by for a little
Bit of time
Mesmerized by candlelit
Pictures on shelves
By books only passerbyes
Glance at.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I don't know how you do it.
Everytime I'm around you, I seem to get these symptoms.
Like a bandit in the night, you steal my breath and cast a spell over my shielded heart, breaking the barrier.
My toes curl when you make your presence known.
I bite my bottom lip, and and my poor unprotected heart beats uncontrollably.
I don't know how you do it.
My cheeks flush, and my stomach boils with pleasure when you push back your shaggy blonde hair.
My voice gets stuck between my teeth when you glide towards me.
I can't help but smile when I stare into your saphire eyes.
I don't know how you do it, but I don't want these symptoms to disappear.
If this sickness is love, I never want to be cured.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
When the sun shines
On this rare stone
Three rays crossing
Each other
Come out on the stone
As we see the three
Rays
It’s a sign of hope
Peace and faith
I don’t know what a black star
Sapphire is that
Of happiness for it
Wards off the Grimm moods
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
a whisper in the wind
a clap of thunder in the night
a kiss in the rain
the chill of the night
the stars in the sky
the darkness all around
the music that surrounds us
the trees that sway
the blood on the moon
the knife that cuts
the ghosts in an empty town
the morning frost
the call of the sparrow
the shinning saphire
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 3:54 PM UTC
The fortune teller yelled,
She told me
"There are two breeds of oathbreakers
The liar and the failure."
It is this feeble form,
With deep roots of saphire
Juxtaposed with soft silk
Spines, undermined by magma.
The milk of these bones are
From an unhealthy donar.
Great singers sing
Through happiness and sorrow.
The writers are writing
Whether with joy or woe.
The warrior fights on
For failure or valour.
The great fear not defeat
But the fleeting self
Who flees.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
The New Future roar +
Gimme Gimme
Better salaries 2018
Hard years or light years
Galaxies
Hey 19*,20?,21$,
22 my birth number
September Saphire blue
What's true the roar-ins
The movies the cold cuts
Getting hot
Boar head bites
The crybaby nights
Roaring Twenties Flights"
It's time for the modern
"I Dare" to be on the edge
Just Dodge
Men at war draft ins
Pennies for their thoughts
Dr. Who am I drugs new
laugh-ins
She's the boredom
Monday- millenium
"Gatsby Gorilla"
Tuesday Tarrantula deadend
It been a long weekend_____
Money is the killer
Ransom not a fandom
The Samson and Delilah
"Gilmore Ladies" Halleluah
Stocked up on mercedes
Flapper dancers flipped
a coin
They marched in computer
lion
Whats in your pocket
Now Hewlett Packard
Hackers and fast and furious
snackers
(The Thirties) centuries gowns
Kitchen the wife cooks
Turkey tough food 4 the soul
Davie Bowie ground control
Bowing down "Beek Jerky"
The golf player the hole
in goofers those penny loafers
Coffee and cars comedians
"Seinfeld" is money gold
Jiffy peanut butter
Sandwiches spread with love
I love you "Mother" Miss Kleinfeld
I am getting married
Those emmy awards looking worried
What's edible Mr Hannibal
with attachmnents Mrs cannibals
The love can (B) incredible
Cornish Hens
Another day like Zen
Those Stepford wives perfect ten
Eyes of Fifty shades of poodle skirts
New Jersey housewives movie cut
Greek goddess of Ulysses lit
Greek yogurt creamy lips possess
New future what to address
Wordy so quirky time gets
spooky
Look alive get perky
The future for me is right now
Jersey strong "New Jersey"
All Excell moon solar system
The future I got the rhythm
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
A charm to be her eyes,
An amulet to be her heart
A sapphire as her soul
I knew her from the start!
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Its deep, and its dark,
Its cold but warm
It’ll make you shiver, but its also the only peace you know,
Keep going, deeper and deeper,
Further and further ,
Far from all other civilisation,
Keep me safe,
Keep me warm,
And keep me far,
The deep saphire ocean,
Take me with you
Wherever you go i will follow
You are where i feel safe
My haven
The place i feel most comfortable
I could be swimming
I could be drowning
But there is nothing that can stop me,
From calling you,
My home.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC
Her presence is sheer ecstasy
It resonates within my heart
Her symmetry perfection envies
Flawless as a saphire sky
Each waking thought she captivates
Her silhouette is timeless grace
The hands that held her mythic form
Plead for another touch to place
Her lushous lips but tasted once
enchanted now to my last breath
Her sugared kiss so soft and sweet
My heart is hers until my death
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
"im lonely, so lonely."
the saphire cries.
"the moon is dark, gone frome the skies."
she glistens and sharpens in her hue.
"if only, if only"
the gemstones reply
"you would be moved, we could see your eye"
they believe a change is due
yes only, if only, the change would come
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
I was the spectrum of life;
Burning in the dark, black, barky forest.
I've been through the fire:
Yet you couldn't salvage me,
I've provided you with a remedy-
But you have poisoned me.
Reflections are colourful-
For that's I needed to be loved for
I've conquered your standards,
Yet i didn't surfice.
Ironically, you didn't conquer my bars .
For you took me for granted!
One day you'll see what a saphire i am.
When thy cannot live to my standards.
But now i have no affection or love for you.
I pray thee remains constant and decided.
Resentment is an understatement as you have made me a cliff.
For you are a surpent.
Intoxicating my resilient periant.
The last end...
-Nuha Alli
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC