"seaching" poems
My knight he sways to and fro, wind under saddle
He rides heavy
Til night falls
til morning dawns
He shant let go of the winds beneath his billow
He sways not here
Nor there
He will reach me
Death, or spear
He strides long on the saddle day in and day out
Ghost rider
My knight
My lover, my knight
Hex
seaching still,
High and low
Never shall my knight
Let me go
Our Love so powerful the bond so great no spell
Can break no man can ungergo
What baffles the most
That neither of us can
Let them
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
Dogs howling eulogies, desperate
To late-night-early-morning lovers shot dead dead dead in the streets
Sunset to sunrise hit the pavement running over with blood
I am wrapping paper holocaust, strung out,
Livid in lost motion
Gypsy caravan euthanasia breaking news bulletin
Losing teeth losing sleep
All shades of bitter gray
Color chalk-outline landscapes
But the sky held fast heretical blue
Streaked & stabbed & sodomized
Satellites, searching searching seaching
It's a wash, a cheap trick of the light
Sidelong glance cast nervously over the shoulder
Immigrant dream of bygone peace
Boulder pushed eternally up a hill
Sisyphus for the low-life lowest common denominator
While ****** shook shook shook her head
She only likes the men with bombs
South of the border north of Hell
Spanish gold dust shot up winding black black black roads to frantic nervous system
El rey esta vacia, scrawled slipshod black ink under the overpass
You can't see it without some kind of death wish
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
TITLE :DATS MY LOVE
his honesty,
reminds me dat he z still a child !!!
his sweet talks,
sometimes makes me to go wild!!!
his heart,
is so pure that even its carbon copy z difficult to find!!!!!
his smile,
makes my heart to skip a beat!!!
his intelligence,
makes everyone to slide down from their seat!!!!!
his motivational speech ,
makes me confident to step forward a feet!!!!
his possessiveness,
makes me to love him more!!!!
his caring attitude,
its what I was really seaching for!!!
his sense of humour,
will sometime make you role down on the floor!!!
his tight hug,
I want to be in his arms forever!!!!!!!
his red cute lips,
makes my imagination to go clever!!!
his sudden coming close,
makes me determined to stand beside him ever n ever!!!!!!!
his forehead kiss,
ensures me dat I m in safe hands!!
his essence,
z so seductive dat it fails every brand!!!
his stories,
and d boring ones never come to an end!!!!
his compliments,
makes me to feel like a queen!!!
at last his anger,
no complaints "its in his gene"!!!!
NO MATTER I LOVE HIM ALOTTTTT,
FROM DIS POEM DATS WHAT I REALLY MEAN!!!!!
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Her eyes were sky bound
Searching
For that specific shade of blue
For that shimmering silver hue
Reflecting of the lonely moon
Seaching
For that falling star
A celestial sign
To make a wish with tightly shut eyes
Searching
For a cotton shaped cloud
To play the childish game
Of turning it to images of rabbits and hounds
For shades of pink and peach
When the sun rises and when it goes to sleep
For God's smile
Among all that beauty
Her eyes were sky bound
When others lowered their eyes
For what beauty holds the soil
That is not held by the sky?
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
My eyes keep seaching for you
and my fingers keep longing for your touch
Do you know how many times
I think of you and hold my breath?
And when someone mentions you,
the clouds make space for the sunshine,
the ocean tide disappears
and the earth stops rotating
Forgive me please
for not telling you
that I'd rather be a molecule of oxygen
in your lungs for ten seconds
than a minute apart from you
They speak about addiction
with such disdain
but how do I explain
that my addiction to you
is the only reason I'm still sane?
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
walk around the balcony
and pray to God
we'll find each other again
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
I'm seaching for traces of you in the ether left of your short presence
The warm glow of basking in your thoughts of me
The quiet pleasure of knowing I've affected you in some way
Unruffled you refuse to give anything away
You didn't think it through
My soul has a window on you
The stony looks hide nothing of our irreverent connection
Lost to the world for seconds that fill the void with lifetimes
Scorched by those burning eyes
your glow already envelops me
Don't get too close,
Sparks have a habit of spurring flames
We know better than to mix fire with gasoline
A quick touch
Transfers so much
I am left reeling
I push you away though you still linger in my atmosphere
Standing in your vacated place
Till the last vibration of warmth dissipates
And my soul has the course to move again
searching for another chance to hover near you
In time and spaces undefined by the regular course of love.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
I have this melody in mind that has played since my youngest days. Filling my heart and soul continuously, getting louder as it plays. Taking over my every dream and rocking me to sleep, unable to scream out in the night or even begin to weep. Waking to a new day with the same hope in mind, that my lifes strung out melody will somehow come unwind. And untill that sobering day comes ill playfully sing a different tune. Playing my melody with the worlds expectations untill they both become attune. Never humming my lifes true melody so as not to attract my muffled past. And hoping to god that this lifestye is one i will outlast. Or outlive, or out-will, or possible out-muster. For my struggling sanities sake, and before life loses all its luster. Becasue as my melody continues to play, everything becomes drowned out. Leaving behind a deaf man whos life was filled with hopeless regret and unwiltering doubt. But carry on i must do, for life demands nothing less. Regardless if your staggering smile continues to digress. Back to your haunting melody, and leaving you at second best. To the person you strived to be, who has now become an absolute mess. Holding back their emotion, from the world and those he loves. Seaching for the answers in the stars and endless skys above. Becasue the answers he seeks cant be found while walking on this earth. Buth rather in that unattainable heaven that has given his life worth. So play on my meldoy and sing me to sleep. I look forward to the silence as darkness plummets me ever so deep.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
Not many were there,
When I decided to go,
They said they'd be sad when I left,
So, many let me go,
I never left, never let them go,
Hands and hearts lose touch,
Fear the worst,
And I'm falling apart,
Nobody wants to hold on to a nightmare,
Nobody cares for the sun that's barely there,
In evenings we scream with our eyes shut,
And I wonder where you go,
Where I've been,
Why you're over there,
Not here with me.
Come, spend my heart on living memories,
I fear I've lost myself,
I have lost the moments where we used to be,
In the most empty suroundings I leave my dreams,
Dreams of tragedy, worst death of lovers voice,
Having to walk a mile is nothing if I'm going,
But this is such a hell, when I'm leaving,
Each day, spending lost breaths and notes of melancholy melody,
I had the blood under control,
Never thought the hardest memories, would fall as a gun to my heart,
Control seemed in my hands,
Until I felt my eyelids faint,
Of lips as tired, of minds worked on from angels telling,
I thought I saw our hope,
So I ran after the rain,
And the clouds of destruction that seemed to follow right behind,
I missed your life,
And you found me, at the edge of the highest place our eyes had seen,
The highest place most eyes would ever wish to see,
Gasping for breath,
And seaching every eye I saw, for a reason to breath.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 4:35 AM UTC
I'm seaching for traces of you in the ether left of your short presence
The warm glow of basking in your thoughts of me
The quiet pleasure of knowing I've affected you in some way
Unruffled you refuse to give anything away
You didn't think it through
My soul has a window on you
The stony looks hide nothing of our irreverent connection
Lost to the world for seconds that fill the void with lifetimes
Scorched by those burning eyes
your glow already envelops me
Don't get too close,
Sparks have a habit of spurring flames
We know better than to mix fire with gasoline
A quick touch
Transfers so much
I am left reeling
I push you away though you still linger in my atmosphere
Standing in your vacated place
Till the last vibration of warmth dissipates
And my soul has the course to move again
searching for another chance to hover near you
In time and spaces undefined by the regular course of love.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Every so often they would come in
Turn the lights on and ask me questions
Then record my responses
Never showing emotion
They only asked and observed
Perhaps seaching for certain responses
The room had no windows
I could not truely tell
If it was day or night
My memories were blurred
And with each passing test
They only grew more clouded
The observers returned again
This time not asking
But telling
They told me things
Both mundane and strange
Supposed events and occurrences
Whether they were in the future
Or the distant past
I did not know
I listened to and answered
The faceless observers
For what seemed like days
The time came
When they seemed satisfied
With the knowledge I had gained
And they endeavoured
To show me one final thing
By wheeling out a simple mirror
They faced it towards me
And what I saw looking back
Shocked me to my core
In the dim relection
I saw a strange machine
With churning part and glowing orbs
This machine was me
Though I knew not how
For it was not a form I recalled
One of the larger observers explained
I was the last intelligence
Of a long extinct race
In fact they told me
I was the last individual intelligence
In the universe
For they were all part
Of a greater hive mind
That had absorbed all creation
They planned to bring me
Before that grand being itself
Once preperations were made
Silently and without emotion
They left the room
And turned the lights off again
I was alone again
I, the sole survivor
Brought back from the oblivion
Of an antiquated age
To face the god of this one
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
I search faces without knowing the goal,
Do your lips turn up easy or do you smoulder like coal.
Does your hair have a mind of its own
Or is it slim and controlled never causing a moan.
My heart leaps at smiles
When they show in the eyes
You see id wade swamps for miles
Just to skirt round the lies.
Ive been hurt before
But never so much as the days im unsure
Of whether ive met you
Or only some distraction on the path to.
Will you look upon the night sky with wonder
And think of me with prayer
When you are out and take shelter from the thunder
At a bus stop or awning with lightning in the air.
Will my heart endear at first all warm and cheesy
Or will you be composed, cool, going easy
I ask myself these each night when my bed lies empty
Like a puzzle missing pieces or a feast without plenty.
One day maybe soon i wont have to anymore.
I wont have a goal seaching faces on the store
Or look at stars and ponder
What stellar fire you are under.
I will know the ins and outs of your smile
And hold your hand amidst joy and trial
Your hair will claim possession of my clothes
And your words refresh me as a hot day and the wind blows.
Though not now and God only knows when.
So ill simply say God bless. Till then.
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 5:13 PM UTC
He stands alone
Waiting since eternity
To catch a glimmer
Of the one he waits for
Since the beginning of time
He meets many thinking
She is the one
Only to find
It's not to be
He sighs with each heart break
Shakes his raven head
In sorrow thinking
Will they ever meet?
She has searched
Looking since eternity
For the one soul mate
That seams to be
Just out of reach
She gives herself to the ones
She thinks is indeed
Are her soul mates
Only to learn
It's not to be
She crumbles and cries
Thinking to herself
Will they ever meet?
Like ships in the night
They pass each other by
Not knowing who they are
They keep searching in vain
Each cycle that passes
They are just out of reach
He longs to see
Her face and feel her soul
That only she can
Stir the love that flows
Deep in his heart
Deep in his soul
She longs to touch
His face with a kiss
With the love
That flows in the ebb of time
Deep in her heart
Deep in her soul
Then just by chance
They meet briefly in time
He knows her voice
He knows her smile
She intern knows his heart
She knows his song
They flow with love
That's been denied so long
They feel each other presences
As they each enter a room
Blinded by what they feel
They know not what to do
They are with in reach
But the reality of the world
Has made it impossible
For them to express
How they feel
They both reach out to touch
Finger tip to finger tip
The time of destiny
Ebbs and flows
They have found their souls
Complete and whole
He ask her one simple question
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SEACHING
Her reply is simple
Since the beginning of time
She asks him one simple question
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING
His reply is simple
Since the beginning of time
Finally they embrace
They are one
They are whole
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
there is a man staring at me from hill
where he came from i dont truly know
but he is living a special life
the special life of wonbo
he sits on the wonbo bow
over yonder peak
he is searching for the his head
he wont find it evermore
he wonders the earth seaching for his skull
he wishes to find it even more
but with no chance he waits even more
with no chance evermore
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
how long have I been looking out this **** window?
you're long gone
how exactly am I supposed to move
if hope is still lingering
you'll be back
just a crack in the window
I can see meeting you again
but
with a lack of your feet at my door
its hard to belive it anymore
I should leave
but yet these panes remind me
of your kind smile
of your mind
of your soul-seaching eyes
did you ever care?
could I even dare to think you did
I tear pages from my diary about your love
your **** love
it was a joke
cant be real
i mean after all... you left.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC