"sicken" poems
This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds.
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It hurts when your made up of naked love
your heart tied in fake smiles and lies,
beat
beat
you up
Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor,
who'll make it all right.
he'll tune you up
fixed new threads
that make you wet
Reflections of winners masks the regret,
who will guide this ship?
My sails feel like they're ripped
but to be honest
my spring is kind
of sprung
I am a monster,
a surfer girl
on salty seas.
nervous when the sun ends.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
The final breath is entreated by the breaths of wind,
the sky returns again as the stormy clouds depart.
Droplets of water, from seas all over Earth
Puddles of mud which use to be dirt.
Centuries of creation all about,
Weep as fast as the swimming trout.
The morning birth of the turtle doves,
peaceful and sad to see the dark night.
The atmosphere of peace in might,
As it pecks its way out of shell.
Beneath the bone of its mother,
She nurtures without a bother.
The evening loss of dogs of war.
At last the threat returns,
****** turned out of sores.
Teacher sick of burns.
Fire of skies tormenting,
Precipitate of dirt fomenting.
The freedom of the snake is not so seditious,
It feeds on the nest of the turtle dove.
Protect O mother-bird your love,
Jettison the hatred deep inside,
And **** the snake with severely brutal guile.
The final wind is shakened by the quakes of ground.
Hurt is one dove but there is three.
Enough to go around,
Eaten as food by thee.
Hurt I'm, Hurt I be, nature you sicken me.
Nature you sicken me.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:42 AM UTC
She used the stars as her blanket, the moon was her pillow
Her name is carried on every limb of every weeping willow
The winds of change she often road
A free wild soul, through the cosmos she flowed
In the Milky Way she liked dipping in her toes
Can't you see the silver ripples as they flow
When on Saturn's rings she would go for a twirl
That shinny raven night hair always waved out behind her
She would wash her soul clean in Jupiter's falls
She always loved listening to that planets howling wind's calls
But now she sits on the Dark Side of the Moon
In her twinkling dark eyes, tears are in bloom
They are flowing down her checks, falling out into space
She is crying because she finally got a look at this pathetic human race
Saddened and sicken by what she saw
She jetted of into the cosmos, never to return at all
Now we can only tell stories of that raven haired beauty, as we set beside her shore
It is a sea of her tears, when the sorrowful ways of man she could take no more
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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For ShirleyB
Feel your heartbeat quicken
For these pasta-salad days:
I am bringing chicken.
Bulging bellies thicken
Laden with crab hollandaise.
Feel your heartbeat quicken.
Sweet Siobhan seems stricken
By the puddings and soufflés.
(I am bringing chicken.)
Insert thy toothpick in
Anastasia’s canapés:
Feel your heartbeat quicken.
Beatrice (she’s Wiccan)
Brought a heap of warm beignets;
I am bringing chicken.
Jealousy shall sicken
Those who brought their best entrées--
Feel your heartbeat quicken:
I am bringing chicken!
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
A girl that would,
a girl that just couldn't,
mean nothing to me,
but the other that wouldn't?
Or rather,
she shouldn't,
she's taken,
she wouldn't.
A heart made of gold,
I love her,
she's prudent.
The girl that just couldn't,
it's not that she wouldn't,
one side can hide
but the other?
That couldn't.
I still made her moan,
and shuffle,
and tense,
no less to atone
for the mess;
not alone.
And the girl that would?
She's taken,
I shouldn't.
It's not that I wouldn't,
but hell I just couldn't.
Because the other that wouldn't,
was with me,
each time,
and I love her.
And maybe it's worth it,
when later,
both lovesick,
I heard her admit,
that she might love me too.
She couldn't decide,
when her eye met with mine,
to abide moral side
or give in,
and confide.
In a sicken love feeling,
disgusting,
appalled,
to think to give up,
to consider a fold,
because you might love me too.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
***Most people live for love
But some of us live because of it***
Such unforgivable forgetfulness
Lost within potential photos
Preoccupied and overly abrasive
Harmless yet persuasively implicit
These eyes are speechless
But explicitly dying to speak
A picture so perfect for lust
A thousand words
Just isn't enough
Deeply indebted
With every glance
Too perplexed by color
How none of it belongs
Another illustrated nightmare
Where sleep is prolonged
Where the sick plans
To escape with the thought
Trapped inside the mind
So adolescent
Oh picture the heartache
Rejoicing over a carcass
Still standing
And rapturing moments
We all long to feel
This winter shiver
So sicken from cold feet
An undying hunger
For butterfly soup
***Proof
What worthy time to be alive
Clearly sold on the vision
Never too hasty to cover
This lover isn't blind
But envisioned
May we all fall victim
To the photos
We aren't viable to find*
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
You sicken me.
That wasn't even a real compliment.
She said you did a job well
That a monkey could do just as well.
You are pathetic.
Don't get that disgusting
Gleam
In your eye
Just because of a positive acknowledgement.
You are like a puppy
Whose master called it a good boy
For finding a stick in an empty yard.
You are reliant.
Desperate.
Pathetic.
You don't deserve anything.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
When the chickens come to town,
do not smile,
do not frown,
sacrafice Mrs Hicken,
sacrafice Mr Dicken,
run away from the chickens,
jump away from the zickens.
When the chickens jump up and down,
do not abreviate,
do not noun.
sacrafice Mrs Houn,
sacrafice Mr Boun,
run away from the ground,
try to not, make a sound.
When the chickens fall from the sky,
do not winge,
do not cry,
sacrafice Mrs Dye,
sacrafice Mr McKye,
duck away from the sky,
no billy, you can not fly.
When the sky, starts to fall out chickens,
not do slow,
not do quicken,
Mrs Sacrafice you will dicken,
Mr Sacrafice you will sicken,
sky away, from the stabbin'
die away, from the kebabin'.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Born He,
Discovered She within,
Express her, teased, laughed at, pain,
Hide, act like the other little boys,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
A shimmer of light, home alone,
A chance to grow, express her,
Caught, rejected, pain,
Hide, act like the other young men,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Married, wife, children, life is wonderful,
Baseball, Barbies, basketball, XOXO
Hide, act like the other husbands/dads,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Marriage issues, stress, depression,
Open up, wife confused, sad, sicken,
Rejected, pain, world collapsing,
Hide, act like the other husbands/dads,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Divorce on the horizon, feels like death,
Pain, hide, be strong in front of kids,
Smile, battle the pain, just be happy.
She moves within the shadows.
Seek help, Jesus, therapy, Trinity UMC,
Strong growing support, acceptance,
Others with pain, be Her,
Smile, battle the pain together, finding happiness.
She moves slightly out of the shadows.
Divorce still on the horizon, still feels like death,
Kids all young adults, happy, healthy, informed,
Out to them, accepted, love I've only dreamed of,
Smile, battle the pain together, finding happiness.
She moves out of the shadows a little more.
To Be Continued . . .
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
lipstick smudged in rotten cherry hue
the feelings when i know
you're getting better
bruised the sentences in my hand
hollowed summer hollowed air
why can't you be there.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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They sicken everyone,
Who comes in contact with them.
They spread like wildfire,
That can’t be doused.
And the only thing that stops them,
Is the body,
In which hosts them.
But the world has a problem,
With a virus,
That can’t be stopped.
It affects everyone,
No matter how smart.
It kills more people,
Then guns and wars.
But it is never the answer,
To why things happen,
Because stupidity is the virus,
Which nobody cares to acknowledge.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
in the backs of cabs that reek of stale *****
blue salt specks are dragged against their will to rest in the ridges of the floor mats.
fluorescent confused cubicles of light flashing by-
your mind fighting to make shapes out of the blur.
it’s january, this is everyone’s mood.
fingers folded into fists, stuffed into nylon pockets,
catching your breath and watching the scenery swirl past
like the entire horizon is made of melting wax.
you’re replaying day old conversations, analyzing cryptic eye movements
and body language of those people that strike you so suddenly.
those strangers that have pushed and shoved every defense and nestled themselves
into every fiber of your being. you sicken yourself with these sappy adolescent romantic bouts
but they’re the only thing keeping you alive.
you don’t know these people.
you don’t even know yourself.
the cab driver mumbles something over the radio and your attention is brought back to the present.
he’s on the phone-
that’s illegal.
you’re a little concerned-
your life does lie in the shivering hands of a stranger who boredly grasps and curves a wheel, after all.
but you play it cool, you turn to nihilism- it’s easier this way.
death is fine.
the cab driver is passing your house while you’re swatting at questions.
you uncomfortably raise your quiet voice for a few hesitant notes.
“Here is fine!”
you urge to the driver while a fumbling hand shakes down your pockets for a twenty.
there’s your house- standing just as you left it
through the white mystery patches on the back window.
chock full of memories and problems and decay and warmth.
everything seems to rest so calmly in the palms of the bittersweet.
tell the stranger to have a goodnight.
he returns the favor.
everyone needs to hear these things-
it’s january, after all.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
I want you, so passionately you look deep into my soulful eyes, I want you ravenously, I want to pull the stars and the moon and give you my light, that illuminating light that comes within, I want to infinitely ravish your thought sense and time, and whisper laughters full of rain, sicken your senses with *** wine and ******** whine and grind and gentle soft kisses ...
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?
Day, when my crown'd estate begun
To pine in that reverse of doom,
Which sicken'd every living bloom,
And blurr'd the splendour of the sun;
Who usherest in the dolorous hour
With thy quick tears that make the rose
Pull sideways, and the daisy close
Her crimson fringes to the shower;
Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.
As wan, as chill, as wild as now;
Day, mark'd as with some hideous crime,
When the dark hand struck down thro' time,
And cancell'd nature's best: but thou,
Lift as thou may'st thy burthen'd brows
Thro' clouds that drench the morning star,
And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar,
And sow the sky with flying boughs,
And up thy vault with roaring sound
Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day;
Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray,
And hide thy shame beneath the ground.
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Some People
Disgust me.
All Humans
Sicken me.
I'd rather consider us People
Because at least there are some good people.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
I wish you would leave me alone.
I don't want your company
Nor
Do I want to hear your voice.
You sicken me.
It's not like I have a choice
To have you stalk me as if I were your prey.
No matter how much I push you away.
You always seem to stay.
Please. Leave me be.
Can't you see? You're unwanted.
Filthy mutt.
Leave me be.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
ignite that glorious chain
of the cigarettes you crave
they sit between your pretty
fingers, jingle-jangling to
and from your lips. a smile
not quite saccharine, but
immensely sweet and sicken-
ing still. gravity pulls me now
with immense force
clench your fist, strike in
romance, I won't whimper,
I won't defend. I will
crawl back for more.
kiss tenderly tendered wound,
fresh scars worn with
pride, a pain that brings with
it comfort and yearning
your ill nature i implore
as your healing touch has
me on the floor for more
howling praises at the feet
of the angelic figure i see
sense of self and body sore
you are what i suffer for
and it shouldn't have been
any other way at all
you like to hurt as much
as I like to hurt. we have
fallen into place quite
conveniently, haven't we?
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
You sicken me.
Put me in bad form in a heartbeat—
I don't
understand
how I didn't realise all these
feelings would come back.
It took so ******* long
just to get over you.
Why did I think you'd be nice to me?
The worst thing being
I can't tell a soul. Can't breathe a word
about the hold you have on me.
You just
belittle me. Make me feel tiny.
Not just because I'm 19
and you're 23, but you make me feel
young and silly.
You embarass me.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
I Had A Dream To Become
I had a dream of you Jehovah ;
Holding my hand ,Talking to me about
Life's pains that I was in ,
I was crying because I was I'll of some kind
You Oh Jehovah ;
You have taken your hand and whipped
Away each tear that had fallen from my eyes
My heart was filled with compassion for your
Love for humankind ,
You Jehovah opened my eyes to see ,
Yes, spiritually bound by Satan and helpless
Or the loss in their way of the night , Sicken
By the night of not living right ;
To even see their tragic dilemma even mine,
Oh how my spirit started to pray for them, and
For all mankind ; I even prayed for my life ;
For Jehovah to take full control , and led the way
For me to go ,
Jehovah and our Lord Jesus ;
Deliver me and all mankind from this ******* that
We are in ;have mercy for each of the lost souls
To make their way back home ;
Break these bindings of Satan’s work, Take his sick
Hands of his ***** works off of each one of us and
Let Us live a life to be Fisher Of Men ,
I suddenly felt confident that Jehovah God heard me,
As he looked at me why I was sleeping ;
I heard his voice say to me You are free from your
Sickness ;Go teach others what You know to save souls
The ******* that I was in has been broken,
So go and teach the world of my ''Kingdom'' ,and
My ''Love'', For the lost souls ,Clean your ways and walk
In the light of Jehovah God and you will gain ''Everlasting Life'',
So pick up your things and walk and become ''Fishers Of Man ''.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke,
So through the anaesthetic shows my life;
So flashes and so fades my thought, at strife
With the strong stupor that I heave and choke
And sicken at, it is so foully sweet.
Faces look strange from space--and disappear.
Far voices, sudden loud, offend my ear--
And hush as sudden. Then my senses fleet:
All were a blank, save for this dull, new pain
That grinds my leg and foot; and brokenly
Time and the place glimpse on to me again;
And, unsurprised, out of uncertainty,
I wake--relapsing--somewhat faint and fain,
To an immense, complacent dreamery.
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"I don't care about you anymore,your free of me"
I care more than I want,I wish you'd tell me you loved me,Like you use to
"I've stopped loving you,Just like you stopped loving me"
I am in love with you as I was the day I met you,And I wish you loved me the same way
"Our memories are worthless now,You made that clear"
I can't help remembering each one,Remembering our kisses in the rain and our hugs,don't you remember."
"You don't have to look at me again,I can walk away right now and never look back"
If I walk away,I'd want you to chase me and if you didn't know I'd be crying myself to sleep because of you"
"You sicken me when you ignore me,I never did anything wrong"
No you don't sicken me when you ignore me,you break me"
"Can you see what we were you never want us to again be,"
I wish you could see how I'm dying inside,I wish you understood how badly I need you,how I've always needed you
Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her *****
Teeming with summer, is glad.
Vistas of change and adventure,
Thro' the green land
The grey roads go beckoning and winding,
Peopled with wains, and melodious
With harness-bells jangling:
Jangling and twangling rough rhythms
To the slow march of the stately, great horses
Whistled and shouted along.
White fleets of cloud,
Argosies heavy with fruitfulness,
Sail the blue peacefully. Green flame the hedgerows.
Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds
Sway the tall poplars.
Pageants of colour and fragrance,
Pass the sweet meadows, and viewless
Walks the mild spirit of May,
Visibly blessing the world.
O, the brilliance of blossoming orchards!
O, the savour and thrill of the woods,
When their leafage is stirred
By the flight of the Angel of Rain!
Loud lows the steer; in the fallows
Rooks are alert; and the brooks
Gurgle and ****** and trill. Thro' the gloamings,
Under the rare, shy stars,
Boy and girl wander,
Dreaming in darkness and dew.
It's the Spring.
A sprightliness feeble and squalid
Wakes in the ward, and I sicken,
Impotent, winter at heart.
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