Shiningly poems on Hello Poetry

Ted Hughes

Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days

She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetles

He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment

She has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they go feeling all over her

He has assembled her spine, he cleaned each piece carefully
And sets them in perfect order
A superhuman puzzle but he is inspired
She leans back twisting this way and that, using it and laughing
Incredulous

Now she has brought his feet, she is connecting them
So that his whole body lights up

And he has fashioned her new hips
With all fittings complete and with newly wound coils, all shiningly oiled
He is polishing every part, he himself can hardly believe it

They keep taking each other to the sun, they find they can easily
To test each new thing at each new step

And now she smoothes over him the plates of his skull
So that the joints are invisible

And now he connects her throat, her ******* and the pit of her stomach
With a single wire

She gives him his teeth, tying the the roots to the centrepin of his body

He sets the little circlets on her fingertips

She stiches his body here and there with steely purple silk

He oils the delicate cogs of her mouth

She inlays with deep cut scrolls the nape of his neck

He sinks into place the inside of her thighs

So, gasping with joy, with cries of wonderment
Like two gods of mud
Sprawling in the dirt, but with infinite care
They bring each other to perfection.

Mackenzie Rose Walsh Feb 2010

And Then the Morning Comes

Beep. Beep. The alarm, taking me out of bed.
I slowly, reluctantly raise my head.
My stupor is so great that I fear
Mona Lisa’s eyebrows would soon appear.

Oh Muse! Give me the strength to wake!
I cannot stand another minute drowning in this groggy state!

So my dear old desperate muse,
Drowning in his desperate blues,
Called on Zeus to set me free.

There came dear old wonderful Zeus,
And took some of his lightning juice,
And rained it down on me.

Oh! The pain and agony!
But it was the only thing that could set me free
From the unyielding grasp of sleep

Get up! I say!
It’s time to start your pitiful day!

I stumble to the floor,
Grasping desperately for the door,
Triumphant! The gods exclaim!
Your name shall be put up in the morning-risers hall of fame!

To the showers!
I go, with all due speed,
For a shower, a shower is all that I need.

I wash my hair till it resembles a great lion’s mane,
Shiningly shimmering in the shower-induced rain.

The soap, I capture, with a swipe of the wrist,
While it slips and slides in my strong iron fist.

Out of the shower, I sprint to get dressed.
I struggle with myself to pick out what’s best.

Pants or a skirt? I must make my choice.
No! I scream, with a desperate voice

Alas, it was gone, what I wanted to wear!
It was gone with my friends, when I decided to share!

Melancholy I was, but I did not fret.
On with the skirt I said,
And the turtleneck.

All fresh a clean, I realized my real pain.

Oh the hunger!
Oh the ravenous, unforgiving hunger.

I then set out for my next quest.
Food.

I searched in vein for some Froot-Loops.
The were gone last week along with the fruit juice.

Oh hunger! I say.
I must have food now!
But the question is, how?

Pancakes, I know not how to bake,
Oatmeal, I do not know how to make,
Boil, I do not know how to water,
(Or is it water I do not know how to boil? One can never tell)
Eggs, I know not how to create.

“Gram!” I scream with desperation,
“Please, for god’s sake, give me some satiation!”

In she comes, steadfast and true,
With some bacon, and eggs,
For her granddaughter-pooh.

“For me!” I exclaim, with honest delight,
And experience great ecstasy in each and every bite.

Off to school I say, and run to my doom,
Hoping each day, that it would me summer soon.

Chie Aug 2016

At seaside

Sitting, quietly, seaside
I was with you, yes, you
Of the shiningly black hair
Glistening, seemingly with every
Ray drop of sunlight and every
Tide of wave swam ashore
And I was there
Gazing, silently, ocean
Expanding endlessly beyond vision
We were holding each other’s hands
It felt good holding your hands
Catching minute glimpses of your eyes
Watching the vast everblue
Fearful and scared of the future
But still beautiful; exuding allure
Even after all this time
Because I’ll never get tired of the ocean
No matter if it speaks every word carefully
And lies the next sentence
I’ll never hate the ocean
Even when I drown or spent years
Swimming, shallow, waters

GitacharYa VedaLa Apr 2014

"Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days" by Ted Hughes

She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetles

He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment

She has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they go feeling all over her

He has assembled her spine, he cleaned each piece carefully
And sets them in perfect order
A superhuman puzzle but he is inspired
She leans back twisting this way and that, using it and laughing
Incredulous

Now she has brought his feet, she is connecting them
So that his whole body lights up

And he has fashioned her new hips
With all fittings complete and with newly wound coils, all shiningly oiled
He is polishing every part, he himself can hardly believe it

They keep taking each other to the sun, they find they can easily
To test each new thing at each new step

And now she smoothes over him the plates of his skull
So that the joints are invisible

And now he connects her throat, her ******* and the pit of her stomach
With a single wire

She gives him his teeth, tying the the roots to the centrepin of his body

He sets the little circlets on her fingertips

She stitches his body here and there with steely purple silk

He oils the delicate cogs of her mouth

She inlays with deep cut scrolls the nape of his neck

He sinks into place the inside of her thighs

So, gasping with joy, with cries of wonderment
Like two gods of mud
Sprawling in the dirt, but with infinite care
They bring each other to perfection.

Brutiful

Jozef Vizdak May 2016

Witch of darkest night

You probably don’t think
about me anymore
(as spring about winter
and winter about fall)
But tell me
in the deepest of nights
do you ever wake up
feeling the calling
far from your sight
(and sight of any man
life or even meaning)
do you ever start crying
because the tears from
miles and miles don’t
let you free yourself
from burning (in the
same time dreams
of you were cut
from my heart—
—the reality so painful
and shiningly suicidal)
but don’t worry please
for
the stars and the trees
and the world is
the beginning for you
(for me the end)

Too late

Jozef Vizdak Aug 2016

If I

I can't give you my heart
For I do not own it
My feelings etcetera etcetera
Cold in the sun flying
Undisturbed by birds
To forever more
To somebody else
My soul lingers alone
Temper the beast
Slowly moon speaking
Its part in the game of night
Love is etcetera etcetera
Your hair longing for
Some drops of rain
Warmly your hands touch
My desperately scarred mind
Fire burns
While it shiningly rains outside
Of our hearts
The light
The light changing ever
So fast without notice
Being alone is permanent
Ephemeral a mere illusion
Appearing lustfully in our lives
The day is done
Your lilac eyes are shut
Showing no colour to the world
And I watch the rain
Thunder lightning a play
Of God deadly and beautiful
I see emptiness but I may
Only be looking inside myself
For the world is imposing void
One time and overcrowded
Silly small and painful the other
My feelings etcetera etcetera
I couldn't give you my heart
For if I owned it
I'd give it again to her

Francis Apr 2017

Soiree

Shall we dance together under this enchanting starlit sky?
Let us press up closely and sway to and fro,
Let my eyes glisten so deliberately,
As I daze at the sensation you give me by simply existing.

A dazzling penguin I appear,
While my peers sport identical attire,
Your glow is as bold as the smile on my face,
Every second I spend dancing with you.

How charming my humor may be,
Awkwardly shunning those who are near,
Your shoulders look like golden biscuits,
I crave the taste of them,
As they sit so shiningly in sight.

May I take out your hair clip,
Once we arrive at home from this soiree?
Would it be possible to admire your almond locks flowing,
So rivetingly down to your *******?

Would you let me unbutton your corset,
Kissing every inch of your spine from head to toe?
Can I wrap my arms around your belly,
Conjoining our bodies together like two molds of clay,
To form one marvel of modern art?

Life with you is as elegant as this moment,
Our laughs are like a melody of Mozart,
Our *** is like a jazz suite band,
Smooth and soulful,
When intimacy inspires the art of lust.

A soiree it is,
Having every moment spent with you,
I'm intoxicated on tranquility,
Knowing every second is where I'll find you.

#love #romance

Max Neumann Sep 2020

Holy Swoosh

since tizzops knows half of the world, there are
blue birds painting his name in the sky, formation
for the throne, lead her up, your queen
uniquely dressed in all-white, all guests fully covered in snow

everybody waited for that day, until tizzop & marissa, being in
a blossom-white garden happily said yes to each other
sparklingly white ravens, everything only this one color
the magical gift, like jeezy's magic city

marissa: come with me now, we're flying over continents

thousands of miles, first and tender kisses
and soldiers are firing into the air, under the
violins we are watching the world like drones
kings and emperors, in order to reward our people

i need me some bread and beans, proteinshakes
bodybuilding, this song fits into the first take
we are fate: tizzops & marissa, like vocals
and basslines, violins and piano

burner beats and our voices, all goes together
baby, come home with me, be at home with me
cause at home is the best and cosiest place
decorate my room, fill it up with blaze

give me your female touch, i am and remain an ox
when i spot you on a snowy path, as you're standing
in front of an ipod-white foal, babe, i stole that for you
like i'll be heisting mars, moon and venus, i become

calm and laid back, turn into what i will be and i am sure
that marissa got my back, and that she loves me
she is good, how i am enjoying this, we're like malibu
firing up waves on the rocks like cocktails

and the shiningly white swoosh of the ocean
is our carpet, and stars bet on our fate now, my babe

Today is a swooshy day.

#*** #love #relationship #swoosh #ocean #kiss #soldier #air #continent #fly

Lindy Apr 2015

The Hive

Consider the ants of the field.

Do they wander from the highest
The gatherer hills from which they've grown
Were they born free or enslaved
Did they arrive red soldiers,
Becoming merely many
Knowingly unknown
Carving a labrinyth
Erupting out of a disrupted cone
Do they feel the death of one in many
Do they feel the crush of carelessness
Do they rush out from the labyrinth into the unknown Fighting for revenge
Is this the nurture of mother nature

She does not know to suffer death as Kin do.
No slings nor arrows, nor sting
Could force her to uphold it
Shiningly, in the manner that one cradles
Home.

Clarissa van Vreden Jun 2020

Blue rose sunshine

Blue rose sunshine

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

Rain drops of the evening last nights setting
appear on the woods of falling
almost blue like the ocean,
hit a water fall back unto
back unto
this ah delightful morn

that beauty music is hitting my eardrums whilst silence has been clear
nothing psychotic
no never that my dear my dear

This early morning the sunshine shun so shunning shiningly bright
my eyes fell a tear drop
from pure delight

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

What has been setting with my hands
has now been that virtue to clear stand
open the books
take a walk
See the afternoon,
that too,
until the dimming lights
of today
that new new fresh morning say

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Travis Green Dec 2022

All-Important Ardent Alluringness

I wanna dance in the depths
Of your irresistible animal magnetism
Feel your veined solid hands
On my tight flaming backside
Feel your eccentrically transcendent kingdom
Venturing into my innerness

Go all the way with my gayness
Let me nuzzle up to your straightness
Embrace your contagious breathtaking stamina
Your sheer spectacular nakedness
As you drive your smashing savage dagger
Deeper in my **** wet walls

Cause me to become highly aroused
Drunk on your handsomeness
Lost in your highly flavored and tasty sauce
You brush your fingertips
Against the nape of my neck

You kiss my head
Caress my soft chocolate shoulders
Bang me mercilessly
Let me take every measure
Of your considerable aggressive length

Feel your infinite intensity
Your maximum crackerjack splashiness
Your rigid sick masculinity
As I gander into your brilliant flamboyant eyes
Vanquished by your strikingness

Enticed by your undoubtedly powerful delight
Your entire mesmerizing body
Of shiningly perfect hotness
You make me so delirious
The more you service my wetness

Get insanely wild and nasty
With my ****-hot vulnerable galaxy
Coalesce your sweat with mine
Play about with my desirableness
Enshroud me in your shining insurmountable powerfulness

Make me hanker for your indescribable flaming hurricane
Smell your strong, astonishing machoness
Wafting in my nose, making me so ****** up in the head
So hungry for your masterfully staggering heat
As you draw me closer to your amorous, animal-like enchantingness

Your all-important ardent alluringness
Lures me deeper into your unrelentingly
Prodigious and vigorous litness
Make me feel so ****
Give me a deep, mind-bending thrill

Pump up your crunkness and stunningness
Exert influence on my luminous smoothness
Switch on the lights to my insides
Be a hit with my distinctively pleasing
And teasing provocativeness

Stretch out my delectable sexible well
Cling to my sensual, generous hips
Prominent godlike marvel
Let me gawk at your ideally
Glorious and proportioned hotness
Your mandorable naked straightness

***** energetic prepossessor
You supply power to my vessel
For hours on end, stir up my senses
Give rise to my liveliness
Tantalize my thoughts and feelings

You enrapture me, secure me, service my innerness
Hold me in awe, cause a convulsive moment
In my brilliant and merry world
Hit me like a ton of bricks
Be victorious over my gorgeousness
Discharge your buoyant
And potent vitality in my dreamy feminine center

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