"shies" poems
Russia and America circle each other;
Threats nudge an act that were without doubt
A melting of the mould in the mother,
Stones melting about the root.
The quick of the earth burned out:
The toil of all our ages a loss
With leaf and insect. Yet flitting thought
(Not to be thought ridiculous)
Shies from the world-cancelling black
Of its playing shadow: it has learned
That there's no trusting (trusting to luck)
Dates when the world's due to be burned;
That the future's no calamitous change
But a malingering of now,
Histories, towns, faces that no
Malice or accident much derange.
And though bomb be matched against bomb,
Though all mankind wince out and nothing endure --
Earth gone in an instant flare --
Did a lesser death come
Onto the white hospital bed
Where one, numb beyond her last of sense,
Closed her eyes on the world's evidence
And into pillows sunk her head.
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He wants a sugar spun girl-
no lemon ***** no licorice, no peppermint.
Hard rock candy.
You gotta be sweet for him to crave you.
Sweet on the tongue, sweet on the eyes
in a package easy to tear, pop, unfold.
He likes it dayglo and with sprinkles,
marshmallow soft,
moldable and meltable ,
milk chocolate, white chocolate.
He shies away from bitterness.
Don't you dare fill him up.
He has a real meal waiting,
somewhere else, later.
Your job is
to be consumed.
What you need doesn't matter.
He wants candy, girl, not a meal.
Better sugar coat it,
or he won’t buy you
and you want to be bought,
don't you?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
I.
So long are the thoughts of someone so beautiful
pulled in by a vision of body and mind so young
chasing inspiration to steal the gaze of a woman
like a fire that burns so to a heart seated in passion
and even harder to fight the warmth of attraction,
yet a gentlemen waits until he is given the pleasure.
II.
In a moment, one can see his eyes filled with pleasure
given a glow whilst reflecting something beautiful.
She never shies away from the design of his attraction,
hard to build a foundation on a ground yet so young.
Yet there is no limit, even one such as age, to limit passion,
rarely does time measure wisdom between a girl or a woman.
III.
His pheromones work magic to his beating heart for a woman.
She seeks to be the resting of his desires that fulfill his pleasure.
There is a slow creeping thought that feelings are merely passion,
and there is little but a burning lust rather than something beautiful.
Harder are the connections with the ones who venture young,
but an old soul has the experiences that altered fates attraction
IV.
There are those who walk away from such an attraction
Envisioning a different path with an older woman
Seeing little to gain mentally from a person fairly young
Never realizing that her mind was always his pleasure
Not just intellect, but thoughts that were oh so beautiful,
With words that reflect such a bright heart of passion.
V.
No matter resistances or distances, their connection is their passion.
They write to impress one another, flirting to increase the attraction.
Displaying their hearts for each other in writings so beautiful,
many poems composed for and because of, a certain woman.
Never by touch but a pen evoking feelings with written pleasure,
sharing in a cryptic way the hidden feeling from when young.
VI.
Still one cannot find the power to resistant a flower, young.
Merely looking for a fuel to fire our deepest passion,
never forgetting the strength of giving pleasure.
Baring his shyness to show complicated attraction,
in the pursuit of a hope that she is no ordinary woman.
Like hoping on a sunrise, but knowing it will be beautiful.
VII.
Intricate is the passion in the face of his attraction.
So too is the zeal of the wanting young woman.
Still the greatest pleasure is that she is beautiful.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos,
Cool as the pearled interior of a conch.
Bells, hooves, of the high-stipping black goats woke us.
Around our bed the baronial furniture
Foundered through levels of light seagreen and strange.
Not one leaf wrinkled in the clearing air.
We dreamed how we were perfect, and we were.
Against bare, whitewashed walls, the furniture
Anchored itself, griffin-legged and darkly grained.
Two of us in a place meant for ten more-
Our footsteps multiplied in the shadowy chambers,
Our voices fathomed a profounder sound:
The walnut banquet table, the twelve chairs
Mirrored the intricate gestures of two others.
Heavy as a statuary, shapes not ours
Performed a dumbshow in the polished wood,
That cabinet without windows or doors:
He lifts an arm to bring her close, but she
Shies from his touch: his is an iron mood.
Seeing her freeze, he turns his face away.
They poise and grieve as in some old tragedy.
Moon-blanched and implacable, he and she
Would not be eased, released. Our each example
Of temderness dove through their purgatory
Like a planet, a stone, swallowed in a great darkness,
Leaving no sparky track, setting up no ripple.
Nightly we left them in their desert place.
Lights out, they dogged us, sleepless and envious:
We dreamed their arguments, their stricken voices.
We might embrace, but those two never did,
Come, so unlike us, to a stiff impasse,
Burdened in such a way we seemed the lighter-
Ourselves the haunters, and they, flesh and blood;
As if, above love's ruinage, we were
The heaven those two dreamed of, in despair.
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Sleepless, tired every day,
working for hours no one remembers,
daylight and moonlight don’t get a say,
her clock is her own she says,
queen of night, her struggle initiates,
raise our hats to every hardworking girl.
Her eyes tell the story,
of how they broke the rules of sleep,
sky commands world to witness the sunrise,
humanity rises and she falls asleep,
even in dreams her spirits don’t rest,
Nights don’t dare touch hardworking girl,
Bags under her eyes and still she won’t quit,
goals and dreams always chasing,
still she creates time to help a ******
he humbly praises God for her being,
touches every soul she ever meets,
words are too small for that girl.
Some say she is a myth,
around every corner I find her,
shies away strongest metal on Earth,
fire so severe of determination,
I now weep in her praise,
story of every woman, this hardworking girl.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
*I've been thinking about you
Don't leave me, unknown
I've always strived to see your shadow against a white wall
Don't leave me, unknown
When the sun rise up above us
When the moon shies off underneath our blankets
We own it, love
Don't leave me alone
I've been thinking about you*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
she's outspoken
yet she shies away
she's blunt
yet she's some kind of fake
i wonder how vague this girl can get
i just don't understand her
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
The way a moonflower shies from the sun
So I shied from you
Turning my face away,
Placing myself in shadow
So that your light would not penetrate me.
In shadow I remain, until the night arrives
When I look to the sky,
Reaching for the moon and
The only light I can grasp to,
Wanting to scream into the torturous quiet.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
I am sorry for your pain
but I am not the cause
and seeing how you've treated me
I think I know what was
Dishonest in your ranting
as you're girlfriend and not wife
no wonder why he shies away
from unrelenting strife
Accusing without evidence
eschewing private mail
you castigate me publicly
as illogically you rail
Behaving with much cruelty
demonstrating zero class
you couldn't solve a mystery
if it bit you in the ***
18 Jun 2015
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Your eyes are lightning—
piercing, penetrating—
stunning.
with a gaze,
You turn me,
a mere mortal,
into stone.
Your presence is—
electrifying.
Your hair is brazen,
Your skin is gold.
Your body sacred oak.
the grace of a swan,
the heart of a lion,
the eyes of an eagle,
the mind of God—
is all Yours.
the sun has half Your warmth,
the sky a quarter of Your greatness,
and the stars an eighth of Your brilliance.
a huff of Your breath
could blow all the birds from the sky.
a flick of Your finger
could crush all the earth's mountains.
a crack of Your voice—
like thunder—
could make all men fall to their knees.
the world gravitates on Your inhalation
and shies away on Your exhale.
all of nature sings of Your glory,
for around You,
everything revolves.
on my chariot
riding on a bridge of brass,
torches in the air—
in imitation of Your celestial glory—
i wonder
if there be a place for me
on mount olympus—
by Your side.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
When she talks about it,
it makes it real.
Her vulnerability,
is their's to steal.
It's what she fears,
forever and always.
So she speaks not a word,
she shies away.
In large group,
she feels their eyes.
Fixating on her,
calling on her lies.
They know that she,
is holding something back.
But she hasn't told them,
yet what it is she lacks.
She's scared, she's afraid,
what will they think.
As they stare at her,
she feels herself shrink.
The memories so tough,
she wanted to forget.
This isn't what she signed on for,
this isn't what she meant.
But once she starts,
she just can't stop.
She hands start to shake,
her cheeks get hott.
When she finishes her story,
she looks up with tears.
They put their arms around her,
comforting her fears.
They accept her for her,
past present and all.
Holding her up high,
comforting her when she falls.
These people are members,
of the House of Shalom.
With open hearts and arms,
this place is home.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
The waves brush my toes
to keep me away from the water
The sand tickles my feet,
as the sun falls into deep slumber
The tress groan as its branches and the wind
twirl around each other
All of these happened
as I walk on a beach in a boring afternoon in summer.
The children's feet dropped to a beat
as they stomped through the leaves on the ground,
The trees let the wind blow their leaves off
as they turn from green to brown
The night grow longer and colder
as the moon calls for winter to come
All of these happened
in a peaceful day in autumn.
The Christmas lights blinked
as merrily as the dancing of the icy cold winds
As the sun shies away from the ice covered towns,
the moon grinned
The snow angels sand beautiful songs,
as the lakes and rivers sparkle in glitter,
All of these happened
in a white chilly winter.
The leaves start to grow back
as the trees hummed to a sweet song to the hills,
As the sun cheers and smiles brightly,
the blue sky remained still
The people greet each other on the pavements,
as the new bird harmoniously sings
All of these happened
in a calm and happy morning in spring.
ns
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Dawn, o Dawn
Sunlight that spills over a distant hill
Teasing the shadows of wheat and knell
Filling the cracks with a soulful lit
Expose the face, the shining face
The earth that shies from night
Expose the blindness of the earth
Just as blind in the light.
The fury that melts the dew away
Casts me long away from me
I stood outside, the weeping fields
Seeking the escape I need.
Futility, oh misery
It pulled me back, the seed
And forced embrace, to love the day
Despite spurn, implore, or plead.
The coming day, I hate the man
No friend of mine is he
Every day, oh, Dawn, oh Dawn
A disappointment to me.
Ev’ry step of Apollo’s path
Is paved with bitter tears
Each minute, forced to swallow
To see my failure’s leers
Each time the day begins anew
I’m forced into a darker world
One where pieces of the previous day
Are halved, split into
Shreds and shreds Oh, dear, oh, dear
You’d think spirit’d be all but dead
But what kills him more is not his thought
But what my eyes continue to see
When those eyes were drawn to me
The sun shows never was
It existed in the dark
Obscures like barley’s shadow does
And if, of course, it’s fantasy
A book intent with end
I’ll rip and claw the dawn away
And fiction I’ll defend
For if you’ll never grace my field
And reap the fruits that grow
I’ll just raze them, sky and all
The passion the earth will know.
A fictitious world, much more surreal
I love my own creation
The sunlight unveils the bitter truth
They are not food, but cremation.
If I could stop the coming dawn
If even for a moment
Darkness would bathe the far corners
Wasted lives atone it.
But that is bunk, the dawn knows that
Reality is taken in full
Who ever knew a crisp fall morn
Could be so utterly cruel?
Laying here, the sun moves on
Soon we’ll both be dead
To face the face, my misery
Confines me to this bed.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
inside her lives a monster
with sly eyes
behind her pretty face he lies
behind her dressed robes in disguise
he braids her long golden hair
touches her naked skin
gently and shies
for centuries hes been hiding waiting to rise
playing games dazzling her mind
with a playful voice he asks her to join
she tries to escape
yet she always fails
seeking freedom in vain
she loosens her braids and sighs
she finally accepts her fate
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Temptation shies
From revealing sun,
Its subtleties
Shine on everyone.
Don't look for horns,
Fork and tail;
Its method ensnares
The unsuspecting,
Should they dare
Challenge to outwit.
We'll trade our souls,
For a sack;
Barter what we dearly hold;
Trade it in
For selfish goals.
Some advertise
A soul for sale
By self-service.
That ultimately fails.
Cuckold a friend,
Cheat at the end;
The tempter likes it
When we're lost
In the simplicity
Of detail.
So sly
We think
We lose our souls.
Terrified by
Eternal flames
That burn without
Consuming skin.
We don't
Lose that,
We wallow
In our sins.
This temptation needs
To stick us
In the end.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Come glaze these dark serpentine walls,
With the iridescent kisses of your soul.
My heart is swimming in the calm waters
Of your insatiable mind, my love.
You blaze in the dungeons of my heart
Like a winter wind in a sweltering night
I glide in the blunt blueness of your eyes,
Lost in the translucent clouds of floating melancholy,
I freeze in the stillness of your skin.
The poised moon shies,
Its silver hides in the lining of your
Celestial body. You shine brighter
Than the infernos of passion
You ignite within me.
My limbs are mere meat for foxes and ravens,
As you caress my paralyzed psyche
With your love written in impeccable
Prose. Who are you, calling yourself a
Pariah, travelling with a million stories
Tucked inside the folds of your eye lids?
Come, dip your quill in the very depths
Of my being and weave another symphony.
And maybe, sing to me someday.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
I have done something “horribly immoral”.
I should’ve never touched her.
Anna Marie Coral
Pale skin, green eyes
Like emeralds among pearls. But…
When I look at her she shies?
Soft skin glowing in the night.
When I touch her
I hear beautiful fright,
Feel heart beats. Faster.
Caused by my careful capture.
Terrified eyes,
Beauty magnified.
Lovely lips quivering
My affection delivering
Undesired, ****** and direct.
What did she expect?
Being told all of my life
What’s wrong is what feels right.
My peace comes not from violence
But from my victims silence.
I crave them, these abducted affairs.
Prison bars, Pleads and prayers
Won’t quench my thirst.
Food’s first bite tastes better in fast.
Anna Marie Coral wasn’t my first and
She won’t be my last.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
it's okay to be in love--
falling for that clerk that toasted your bagel
first thing in the day,
winking at the guy next to you
at the gas pump as he admires
your Femme ride--
this girl in my heart
shies away from feeling,
but expresses so much--
like knowing how to skate but
refusing to because of how free and
happy it makes her---
Pump the breaks!
Seize the ******* day!
it's okay if those temporary others
don't share those feelings,
but rather acknowledge your
gratitude and shift their own thinking--
that clerk's job isn't meaningless,
that guy at the pump isn't a creep--
meeting the right human at the exact
Cosmic time is absurd,
thrilling and anxiety-causing but
smiling at those that pass through
makes the big things seem so much smaller--
just breathe, fellow traveler
it gets easier--
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
*Standing, surrendering.
The weather tethers at my veins.
Pushing. Pulling.
My emotions run high with the hopes of a new sunrise.
Guide me,
show me,
lead me to the holy water you sip like its never ending.
Show me the truth behind every iris that passes my curious glance.
Breathe in this cold sterile air while we dream of something tangible...
Strange winds come on strong in the heart of the mislead, the outskirts.
We thrive on the untouched surfaces of the mind..
We breathe in the discomfort...
Seeking direction in the wake of misdirected affection.
Faulting to the backbone of habits.
Falling faster, I pause in the balance catching my breathe.
I inhale everything surrounding my mind.
Exhaling all my simple poisons.
A detox of wandering souls and singular holes.
Eating. Feeding. Breeding.
Filling all this space for all those after me.
Fill me.
Fulfill me.
Accept the darkest crevasses of this mind.
I still turn a silent shy cheek...
Drifting aimlessly into the empty serenity you present so pleasantly.
Once again I slide further from comfort and balance...
Feeding off any sense of insecurity.
Craving that whole duality of my circumstance...
I keep treading the muddy waters I choose.
My body gets trapped in the
sticky egos and messing misunderstandings,
in which everyone laughs away.
I'll schlep the dirt from my soul and shine light once more.
Exhausted and tried.
Ill shine...
It's lost in my own lost hope of withering dreams and lost star seeds.
It falls away in every cold shake I make within whiskey's withdrawal.
It fades away in the simple staggers I make and unfulfilled chances I take.
But, not all is lost.
I still keep this little light of mine.
I still let this light shine.
I'm just a little more aware of the spaces it awakens and the souls it helps take in.
It's ever shifting in this cosmic wake, it hides, it shies, it cries.
Like me, it knows when to pipe the **** down and listen to the world.
Listen to everything it allows.
It hears souls like you.
It feeds me.*
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
my eyes speak out a narrow street
notorious for fatal accidents
scorching everyone involved
leaving impertinent witnesses
hence silent gaze shies away
exposure, self-denied
to keep from harm
avoid collateral
and not just eyes but words
they slip they cost they hurt
the best the most
bitten tongue cannot dissolve
no, bitten lip cannot contain
boiling recklessness
come close meet walls
cruelly transparent
self-defused bomb
a self-contained woe
window shopping
a blink away from shattered showcase
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
There is this girl that I know.
She dreams in large doses that swallow her up.
She shies away from reality
as consistently as she shies away from me.
She sees the world in black and white,
with paper clouds and dull surroundings
Even when I tell her of all of the colors.
And she always clings to the possibility of love and acceptance,
as if they are the origin of her beating heart.
But still she believes
The world is a big and scary place, waiting to consume her.
That all of the possibilities it holds pressure her to be better, to excel.
She takes the things she has for granted,
and believes that happiness is something that takes an army to achieve,
And she doesn’t have a kingdom.
But how she is wrong,
Her dreams are made up of a gifted imagination that can take her anywhere.
Reality is nothing to fear, nor something to fight.
And the world is her canvas, ready to absorb whatever she desires.
She has nothing to fear,
The world is herbivorous, and feasts on happy endings.
All that’s asked of her is to be sincere and experience happiness,
no matter where that takes her.
But mostly what she doesn’t understand,
Is that she is surrounded by soldiers ready to fulfill their duty.
That love and care for every piece of her,
Honorable or
morose.
And as long as they are there to guide her,
she is invincible.
To live in this beautiful free world,
Is to live in an abode of possibilities.
Were the trees whisper secrets,
bending their skeletal bones to achieve their one desire.
The wind carries life on diverging paths,
Not knowing which direction it is taking till the last possible moment.
Were the sun cakes you with memories,
and allows you to dream of freedom in the most ambiguous ways possible.
Where water carries a current that steals away your troubles,
Carrying them down the winding river frigid with savage desires.
And the rush,
Rush of water is like blood, coursing through your veins and carrying
full responsibility for your parched temptations.
These are things that you never see-
You never appreciate.
Even when these images and feelings and thoughts are POUNDING on your eyelids,
Attempting to find sanctuary in your mind.
Open yourself up, and
Feel the glory of life.
Because the one thing you never do is appreciate the dips and curves and mountains and valleys and
Oceans
Of people.
It contains.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Woodcrest Way is a boxing match
On this side of the road we have
The sunny clean sidewalk
The forty-something and mutt
white coat white boots white dog
And in this corner
The shady cracked sidewalk
The teen and bookbag
black jacket black jeans muddy black converse
The stare down
The size up
And we have a winner
Ms. Forty-Something shies away
From the deadly glint
In her opponent's eyes
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
*Is undoubtedly scaled with
An attitude
That shies from ineptitude*
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
The nun leaves
the warm parlour
off the cloister
and feels the cloisters’ cold
and biting frost of early dawn.
Each bite and nip
of toes and fingertips
a minor crucifixion.
My self my enemy
you shall not win.
The cross signifies
the crossing out of I,
the I’s greed and wants
and selfish such.
There is birdsong.
Smell that blossom.
Do not rush, walk as told,
remember that.
Sense that cold.
Feel those nails,
hammering flesh,
co-joined with Christ,
as His bride, day
and tortured night.
See that fresh born sun;
night’s moon shies away.
The nun pauses.
Sniffs the air.
The time of bleeding.
Tombstone of another’s death.
She sees, smoke like,
her rising breath.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC