"shivered" poems
Her flesh
was his canvas
his hands spread over her body
like paint saturating its canvas
emotions surfaced
like oil paintings
her body shivered dying for his strokes
long throws of passion
sliding across her body like
satin brushes over skin
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
“Strange place as if, a university campus. Last week of August, bit chilly though dark afternoon. Some random corridor seats. Surrounded by her loud chirps wrapped with unbidden happiness... and me still in some sort of shock... what am I doing here?
Conversation took toll about random university matters, she felt hungry and suggested to have lunch together. So we came out and took a bus towards town to allow ourselves luxury of 'A La Carte'. As we get off the bus cold wind struck us, “Lady shivered and grabbed my wrist with her right hand and same arm with her left, letting herself rest her right cheek on the edge of my left shoulder. My whole existence felt her magnetic presence”.
I uttered if she’s feeling cold she mumbled, I took it as a yes so wrapped my blue jacket around her. She responded to the gratitude with a smile and I allowed her grip on my arm to become more firm... so both of us kept on walking towards an undefined destination... and then my 7:00 am alarm interrupted the most beautiful dream i ever had since HER...”
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
You looked me in the eye
With the same smile you gave me
A long time ago.
You let me order your coffee for you
I knew which one
It's still the same
From a long time ago.
I laughed about the jokes you told me
You laughed at how unfunny
Mine were
And you playfully hit me
I frowned, you laughed,
I laughed, you laughed again
And said sorry
Just like you did
A long time ago.
The worst of it all
Was that when your hand
Accidentally brushed mine
I shivered
Just like I did
A long long time ago.
-- Eleanor
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Lovebirds
An old man sat with patience
On the bench he waited for her
He smiled sweetly on her appearance
Hand in hand they walked together.
In the garden full of greens
The lovebirds chatted with laughter
As if they were in movie scenes
The way they looked at each other.
He stroke her hair gently
Her hair clip he'd bought years ago
Still intact she placed it neatly
That is the little pink flamingo.
Pleasant breeze they enjoyed
As they continued walking
Her fragile nature shivered
In her thin floral dress clothing.
He took off his outer layer shirt
Naturally putting it on her shoulders
She joked about wearing a skirt
He thought she was full of wonders.
He recalled her bravery
She reminisced his sacrifices
They've come far in life's journey
Counting their little happiness.
As I watched from a distance
I felt a pinch of sweet jealousy
Witnessing true love's existence
Yet wishing them to stay as lovely.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
the yellow sun
was shining down
on grass and sand and waves
it was a place
where children went
to laugh
and dance
and
play.
as molly ran
and wandered off
she found a magic thing
a deep blue house
carved out of stone
in which the wind
would sing.
the other children
climbed about
and gazed into
the cave
and johnny said
“i’ll lead the way”
(because he was most brave)
and tad and tommy
followed him,
for they were big
and strong
while alice chose
to stay outside
but molly tagged along.
the dark was very chilly
and the silence, very wet
johnny shivered and looked back
but couldn’t leave
just yet.
now molly didn’t notice:
awe
and wonder
filled her eyes;
she found a solace
in the stillness,
comfort,
in the pitch black sky.
when suddenly, there came a rustle
from a hundred winged things
as dark as sin
with deep red eyes
shrieking
just like rusted swings.
tommy was the first one out
(his long legs made him fast)
then john and tad
ran into alice
and tumbled on the grass.
and when the world
had settled down,
the quiet had returned
they saw that one
was not around
and they became concerned.
but don’t you worry,
little molly
was fine as fine can be
as she uttered boldly to the dark:
“you never frightened me"
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
This salt
in the saltcellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me,
but
it sings,
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those solitudes
when I heard
the voice of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a broken
voice,
a mournful
song.
In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food. Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude.
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Blades of grass shivered
As the fingers of the wind strum
A hum ever soft and hauntingly serene
Sweetest song my heart reluctantly would welcome
I stare into the minuscule expanse of land
The horizon does not exist far here...
But still my eyes would stretch
To see the obscured very clear
All alone save for the company of a lone tree
And the jovial chirps of annoying birds
On this island with very little space
Trying to find comfort in ill-arranged words
My eyes do see but my heart remains obstinate
Beauty of the universe would always invite
I could just jump and join in its merriment
But... I am just a tethered kite
I'd want to rise to the highest skies
To be one with the nature's song, composed and tuned
Alas bound to a string, I can only go so far
I am my own island,
helpless and marooned...
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Sometimes maybe the dreams should
go away
--What do you dream about?
Last night I dreamt I journeyed
into that dark part of the city
where even hard-armed truck drivers
refuse to unload alone.
It was late. Street lights knifed
the false dawn and wet sidewalks
shivered off shards of glass.
Perhaps I had come there for a pack
of cigarettes
or maybe I had a message to deliver.
It was dark. I was dreaming. I knew
I was dreaming. When they met me
outside
at the bottom of the long ramp
and told me all the stores were closed,
then I could see the bars across the door
and the sign that said, open at seven.
It all seemed too obvious
but I had found some friends
and they didn't seem to mind the
long walk back to my car.
This was only a dream, after all,
so it came as no surprise
how my blood drenched the dark pavement.
I waited for flowers to bloom or butterflies
to rise from the spot, but
nothing happened.
I think I killed them then,
but it's not clear how I
got to to the soft lights
of an all-night drugstore
and cuddled up between the rows
of witch hazel and staionary supplies.
--Is this what you dream?
This is what I dream. I have yet to find
a satisfactory substitute for the warmth
of sleep, so I dream.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
And the fire burns cold."
"What?" He whispered, eyes wide.
"It's true," She whispered. She cried. She shivered.
"There's no warmth by the fire's side."
"I'm the fire." He murmurs.
"Yes." She replies.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
I took Death out to dinner last night,
dressed up
in my favorite costume.
Dripping diamonds
and champagne tear-ducts--
I clogged my pores
with soggy make-up.
We wined and dined
and wore out our shoes--
I told him my secrets
He nodded and listened.
We shuffled down side-streets
and looked into mirrors--
I shivered in darkness
He drew me in nearer.
His body a bone-yard
Lovely but broken--
I heard his soft breath
I felt fingers stroking.
But crawling back homeward
Aching and tired--
We parted by day-fall
I watched him shrink inward.
With farewell promises
to meet again soon--
I swallowed the sunrise,
I cursed out the moon.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
The night descended upon the day
Inhaling the goodness
Smothering
Murderous
Diseased and dark
.Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened
Desperate for the emotions once felt
No longer remembered
That will once more warm and quicken
Dead jaded hearts,
Rose from their bank's angry rivers
Now rocky dry brooks
The ocean overcame the land
Islands sank to sea beds below
The earth furious heaved and split
The coals of the sleeping volcano's were lit
Humanity shivered in moldy damp caves
Counting their once thought endless days
No longer gods of the earth
Of green rich ground
Or untouchable stars
The world was falling apart
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Dad woke us up in sheer excitement
Brought our attention to the window...
Listen he said, “to the sound of the wind”,
“The wind is blowing in the same bare place”
Look! he said...its snowing...
Beautiful white pearls.. “look outside”.
my brother shouted with joy!!
Snow! Snow! The snowflakes are falling from the sky...
Winter! Snow time!! We hugged and danced in the freezing night..
We boys ran down to the lawn..
Carpeted with satin smooth snow..
Lets do it bro.. a snowman just right here..
Do not to think of any misery
Of the piercing cold wind...
That bites the skin ...
Violent cold of winter that eats our flesh and bones..
Did we care?
In a few hours or so..
There stood our snowman..
We both laughed while we shivered..
Funny looking SNOWMAN...
scattered about the ground,
in the white landscape,
wet and cold and waiting
This FUNNY Snowman we remember the most...
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Bare feet
Teared clothes
Eyes with tears
Consoling her fear
She was *****
Broken and burned
Still people taped
Her parents told her
You'll be not married
Nor have kids
It's better to be silent and mild
Her voice being shivered
Shouted! If my words
Will not shout
Rapists voice will be loud
World will make me choose
Tough honor or life
I have nothing to loose
Nothing to loose
People may refuse
May repel my voice
But i being robbed
And justice is what
I wanna eloped ♥️
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
like a stone you fell, stars on your lips,
out of the dark, like a bird carrying the sky.
i stretched towards you my soul singing
of meadow grasses and old ruins.
everything you touched became a flame,
joy burnt like a fever beneath your wings.
i ran to you, shadows drawing back
the night like a curtain.
oh, the echoes of a pounding heart, across hills,
across continents, you strided on the wind
until the sea shook out its sheets
and the leaf shivered on the branch.
the night settled its layers of black
into dark forests, rested against the glassy tide
and you were gone, you were gone,
lost to hair more fragrant than mine.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
setting myself down on an anvil pillow. sleep is an anvil pillow. anvil and stone are a suicide dressed in 8 hours of mini-Godheads.. you become a repeat offender in the ever expanding realm of emerging fractal patterns sewn upon the quilt you lay across your sleepy bones like rushing water in an underground cave miles below the Yucatan Peninsula..
by electronic firelight they lay on my leather couch with the scraps of bedding I could afford to share, as if for some reason I can't escape the money analogy and see this, too, as a transaction.. buying.. a transaction.. as transfat is to nutrition.. money is tao.. my hate for money is tao.. I'm a love-and-lost buddhist like every other dreamer before me.
I'm tired of giving myself a *******
All I ever give myself is a *******
I refuse to bend over and at least try to give me a ******* or go to the next level in love and **** myself.
I keep telling me to do it. Keep grabbing my own *** during passionate tongue-twisters but I keep on insisting that I just CAN'T go any further.. rationally I may be right, but irrationally I still get shrieks of jealousy because I see that ******* sneaking out to kiss girls all the ******* time* as if I didn't exist. As if I wasn't always watching.
I stalk myself. It's a terrifying state of affairs. No matter where I go, there I am.
Watching.
One night, I invited me over, and as usual, I gave myself a ******* yet refused to go any further.
This was the straw that cracked the camels back.. and come 4 AM I kissed myself softly on the forehead as I slept and slipped into the night, hailing the first taxi to sail past me on the concrete river.
I awoke slowly the next morning and.. still dazed.. noticed I was nowhere to be found.
A great grief flooded my solar plexus and moved into my hopeless bones.
I had not even left a note. What a ******* I am!
I had not even left a note.
The rest of the day was spent in sordid grievance. I shivered, lonely, under my ever expanding realm of emerging fractal patterns sewn upon the quilt I lay across my sleepy bones like rushing water in an underground cave miles below the Yucatan Peninsula..
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
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***In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage***
*I had been admiring
for years
the beauty of his heart
I had watched
from a distance
never letting myself
become apart,
there were times
he would approach
the top of the hill
always stopping
and turning back
my pounding heart
would then painfully still.
I sent him dreams
of a sweet first kiss
sprinkled visions
of starlit bliss
then one day
by the touch of grace
I looked up to find us
standing face to face.*
***I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time
always she had been there
I had just not gone forward enough
I stood in awe
and she like a tulip
shivered***
*dreams, now reality
love floods this heart of mine
I stand in awe
of beauty, so magnificently divine
the essence of love whispered
and I, like a tulip
blissfully
shivered…*
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Taste me with all of your senses
Inhale my essence......breathe me in deep.....
Darkness pressed against hunger..
Sliding my tongue, I drew it in like a feast
Savouring the taste as it passed my lips...
Shadows cast silken threads
Screaming desire!
Spinning silken webs around my body,
Searing my skin, as hot breath spilled itself
Against my salted flesh...
Moisture and heat fused,
Savage, pulsating, lingering, where wicked hovered
Sleek, against my heart’s beat...
Black satin shivered beneath wildfire hips;
Slow dancing a sweetened heat,
Writhing beneath the shimmer-gleam;
As I lay for him, lathed by the parched desert of his
Relentless tongue...wearing me wet....
I moaned across his taut flesh,
Strewn beneath the sliding wander of skin thrusts,
Drowning in a plum-dark eclipse of heat!
Where tenderness lay opened for him...
Teasing breaths rushed kisses between thighs
Quivering,
Wanting to break free, the restraints,
Stretching my body beneath his tasting..
I felt the essence beating ****** tempo's,
Passion succumbing to insatiable need;
And I gave him my body's silk-white,
Trembling under the furtive delirium of our fever...
The fierce moon eclipsed
A serum to slide my quickened breath;
And his eyes watched, deep in dark, unchanging depths,
As I lay naked in his arms....................
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
The grass was clear in the moist of the ruins moat
Twas dawn and all this hike, not even a city I could sight
The plains were sheer as the white satin coat I've seen
Clash, a clustering view from mountains down to hills
Shaking knees as I rise to pick up my bed of sheets
Then the breeze swept as I shivered to its grasping chills
Distant peeks; unbridled stallions are troubled free
The sunray spots the verge and brightens the darkest end
At lost in the moment, a nature's sage of imagery blends
A brown wren swiftly glides upon to rest at my tent
In the midst of the day like rain in June and blooms of May
Swans, Geese and white petals dancing to a bluish bay
Solitary to be, but with the rivers overflowing symphonies
We'd sing hymns to delight in an afternoon galore
A steadfast rhythm clinging as I walk with God alone
Euphoric army of billows cascading, a purple-orange scene
As I idle in the view of fields depicting a justful liberty
To smile and remember someone cared with all is please
Singing crickets and fireflies we're all a friend of mine
At eve I rolled endlessly, frolicking at the midnight meadow
Casting joys and crowns as the moon beams a silver line
To the hinterlands, life's a breeze and everybody twas at ease
An escapade I was wanting to get lost from life's reality
Meeting pauper's, gazing wonders, then we'd all fall asleep
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
I saw him with new eyes.
Gay eyes.
(Though, these eyes have always been gay eyes.)
I noticed his long nose,
a slide for the sweat that took the ride down
landing where his foot had once been.
I noticed his hair, a wildness of blond,
Going this way
That way
No way.
His eyes of the sea darted this way
That way
No way.
I shivered as the sea breeze touched me
whenever he looked my way.
I noticed his smile.
A smile that pulled at my ****** muscles so I could grin.
Yes, I saw him.
With new eyes
old eyes
Gay eyes
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
"Let's rob a fuckin' bank."
we agreed.
"Let's rob a fuckin' bank!"
indeed.
You know that's against my rules
But the thought of doing it with you makes it acceptable.
**** these feelings.
**** that dream.
We didn't rob a ******* bank
but we danced
and you whispered
and I shivered
then woke up.
The brush of lips replay in my head
over
and over
and over
again.
Why do I fall for my friends?
I fall so hard yet in the end
I get nothing in return
but the weight of gravity
and the floor of reality
showing it was all pretend.
I know there's nothing wrong with me.
You just don't feel that way.
... maybe you do-
Maybe I'm just not cool
enough.
But I'd rob a bank with you.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
I know what you were expecting.
You can’t remember the last time you met my eyes.
I can’t remember the last time I believed a word
Out of my own mouth.
I shivered in the dark and you thought I was crying.
You held my hand in the car.
Just to keep me upright I was drunk and
Stumbling I was so ******* angry
At you and everyone else.
I forgot what listening to music alone felt like.
I forgot how we are the mistakes we make
More than the questions that come later.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
I stood outside watching the rain slowly melt from the clouds
My porch let me step onto its short pathway, for it knew my thoughts
I stood there and looked up at the sky, being guarded by the small roof above me
I watched as the rain fell silently to the streets and listened as it hit the bushes
I kept waiting for it to change
I kept waiting for it to change me
For it to wash away something deep inside me
I wanted it to wash away any hurt
Wash away the insecurities
Wash away the denial
Wash away the sins
Wash away the thinking of “You’ll never feel the touch of someone in love”
Wash away the scars
Wash away the memories
Wash away the impurities
Wash away
I stood waiting but the rain still poured on my outstretched hands
My hands opening to God asking,”Why me?”
The hands of a woman who has never felt the hands of a man in love
The hands that can make me whole once more
As I stood watching the lightening soar across the sky and the thunder gently hum
I wondered “Is this life real? Is this God real? Is love real? Is any of it real?”
I shivered and stood waiting for the rain’s response
None came; the only response was the silent tread of water heading toward a gutter
Funny, just like my life, always fighting against gravity to stay clear of the gutter
Shivering I stepped back inside and heard a small clink of a piece of broken glass
I held it, amazed, wondering if my life would end this way
In the hands of a tiny piece of melted sand
I looked at its tiny iceberg shape
I turned it and it suddenly transformed into a misshaped heart
A heart, like mine, so clear, so ready, so fragile
I tossed the tiny love into the air as lightening made its last hoorah
Hearing only the distinctive clink as it hit the sidewalk
The rain responded joyously as it picked up its pace
This was her response
Nothing may be real but the rain
In the end, sometimes, it’s all we can depend on to wash away our old selves
To stand, like an escape from Shawshank; free
This was my answer
That my tiny glass love lying patiently on the side of the road will someday be picked up and thrown wildly into the wind hoping that it shall find the fingers of a lovestruck current
This time instead of a slab of concrete, I shall be there to catch it as lightening strikes my heart
I looked up at the tiny roof guarding my head from the cold drops of reality
It was then that I decided it was time to take the roof off of my life, leaving me unguarded
I closed the door, shivering with a renewed sense of myself
I curled under the blanket asking again the same questions that haunted me,
“Is this life real? Is this God real? Is love real? Is any of it real?”
The rain answered,
“Yes”.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
*Upon a cold
winter's night, on
the snowy path they
wandered.
Deep in the forbidden forest.
The wise old owl that lived
in the tall oak was watching
as he sat on a branch.
Old pine,remain hollow.
He hooted to the
indifferent wind: Who?Who?
But it did not reply,
only whistling was heard
while the pinecones shivered.
The first was dressed in silver,
and her sister dressed in gold.
He stared into the moon,
seeking the truth.
So he discovered the stars
twinkling down upon them,
through the pine needles.
Brown wings of once lost light,
wisdom spoken by the night's silence.
And into the darkness they went,
The wise and the beautiful...*
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC