"smirking" poems
It happened in the dark of the night,
Scrolling through a story line my attention was caught by a picture,
She carried a wondrous smile, bright and very warm and inviting,
In response I began to smile as well, beaming in the somber night,
Though my smile was not a mirror, it was distorted, yet brighter,
I soon understood that my body wanted me to carry on, shine on,
Not stopping despite having no reason to grin I began to chuckle,
The moonlit night had turned crimson, yet it was more luminous,
Was it because of my means, my very purpose of being a bound,
Bound to time and fate that I couldn't recall to stop smirking ?
Or was it the blooming of a flower in this phantomed moonlight ?
I must've stopped asking questions, of transient content,
Because, they would ruin the beauty of this contagious expression,
Ending up losing the track of time or any means whatsoever,
I fell asleep by the melody of the wind, as itecho's through the valley,
Even if tomorrow were never to arrive, I wouldn't care less,
For now, just let me rest my eyes.
~ Umi
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Waiting for me after a long shower and shampoo
I dry my bronze silky skin and come to you,
Your smiling sweetly sitting on the edge of Marble countertop,
waiting while your loving gaze at me never drops.
I reach out my moist hands, we brush,
You shake nervously and seem to turn to mush.
Your wondering really how innocent are my fluid motions,
I'm smirking, while grasping a scented lotion.
You sit there amused blushing from Pink to rainbow,
Each angle gives you a new mellow, a glow, wow!
I'm missing something , something I pretend to forget,
You look impatient now with sighs of regret.
You sulk as I glimpse with a lean of my head,
through the frame of my door from my now made up bed,
I pull up my slacks, your sunny smile fades to dreary,
I put on my shirt, your turning the evil fairy.
I know you feel there's someone else,
Some disappearing genie or magical elf,
because you sense but never see,
Me happy in other pleasant company.
You want to be all over me that much is clear.
I want to take you too in my arms dear,
But today will have to be just that touch,
Your lingering smell on me makes others lust.
But silently you understand,
Your sealed mouth is as dry as sand,
I blow a kiss as I pick up my key,
I know in the dark you'll wait for me................
Because your MY perfume
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I was on my way to a party
Dressed in heels and a crop top
When I entered the corner store
To purchase some snacks
And on my way to the cashier
A man standing in an aisle
Browsing through peanuts
Glanced up and stopped mid-search
When I clicked past him
And proceeded to uncomfortably stare
I walked into the gas station
Wearing dark wash jeans and a v-neck
With my best friend at 2 AM
When two drunken men stumbled in
And began eyeing us up and smirking
My friend leaned in to me and whispered,
"I'm really scared."
Overhearing her, one man elbowed the other
And with a smile on his face taunted,
"Oh no, we're scaring them."
I was at the laundry mat one night
Wearing shorts and a baggy shirt
When a middle aged man across the room
Kept gawking at me from over the washers
Uneasy, I went outside to smoke
To which he stood at the window
And kept a close eye on me
I called a friend and stayed on the phone
Because I was afraid to go back
And get my clothes alone
I stepped out of my vehicle
In my sweatpants and flipflops
To grab some cigarettes quick
When a white bearded man
Was already at my heels
"Hey, how're you honey?"
I quickly replied, "fine".
And hurried into the store
Without looking back
It seems like every time I leave the house
It doesn't matter what I'm wearing
It could be "provocative" or a burlap sack
I always end up feeling threatened
Heartbeat in my ears
Cold sweat on my back
So don't blame it on my outfit
Don't blame it on my actions
Because I'm not asking for it
I just want to be left alone
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Wherever you go
whatever you do
you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're smirking
they're lurking
in the shallow end pool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gummy
** hummy
taking naps around two
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gabby
they're crabby
they're calling **** stool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool!
©2012 Lyn
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Samhain time
spirits are free
***** and lime
share our company
Smirking at our silliness
smugly knowing we'd scream
if they showed a willingness
to swim in our stream
If there feeling naughty
we'll experience a feeling
something wierd and creepy
our senses left reeling
We'll put it down to atmosphere
or wishful thinking
truth if we knew would cause fear
our hearts sinking
So leave them alone
it's their moment
cause them to groan
and you they'll torment
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
I see her there
A dark look in her eye
Smirking at me
Inviting "give it a try"..
My Shadow dares me
Into the ring
Smuggly she grins
Thinks I've nothin to bring..
"You know ur smoked!"
She gleefully taunts
"You wanna spar with me?
I'm fueled by your wants!"
I shuffle my feet
Timidly taking my stance
The first round, a blood bath
That b@tch kicked my A$$
Bruised and beat down
My trainer now pleads
Where is your fight girl?
Ya think I brought you to bleed?!
"But she's mean!" I sob..
As I spit out a tooth
"She breaks every rule!"
"So resentful and uncooth!"
Even still she is
A true part of you
Learn to dance in this ring
Or you, she will rule..
Now I stand with conviction
To face my brutal self
She may take her pound of flesh
But none will leave til its dealt..
We are not so separate
One good, and one bad
We move with congruence
Our conversation now had..
I dodge and I weave
As I feel her wear out
I take a few blows
But I leave her no doubt..
I am in this ring
Til our dealings be done
She may beat me down
But our pieces are one.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Weighing in on this pain and pressure,
Want to wake up feeling fresher,
Hurts to see nothing working,
Hearing cackles and smirking,
While my eyes are wide open,
Can't sleep till day light,
Feel the hot rays in strands quite bright,
Lost my mind,
Love to wake up my soul,
Faith is gone out the window,
Purpose is vanished,
Hope has faded,
Routine is as solid
As solid the economy,
Sleepless nights,
Heavy hearts,
Heavy chest,
All the worries and feeling depressed,
Listening slowly as the curtain,
Casts upon me,
The race of life has just begun,
and I'm waiting on starting line,
While they are all at the finish.
But I'm not giving up.
Oh no, Im not giving up
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
bespeckled, blotched & blokey
feminine in aspects
only little ****** hair patches
two chins,
or rather a sloped one
the front evenly declining to the middle of the throat
a gradual slope from the tip, for juices to run if his manner and situation allowed him to be as casual and sloppy as his laziness chose,
torso without form, so there was no curvature on the buttocks or the fly region.
a mass
a blob of bulges on spindly legs
he leans on the wall
stubby in hand he balks
(he means jovial but unintentionally he vocalises mockery)
at the suggestion that the Pies will do better
& that Eddie is a clever man due for thanks, who has done his club well (apparently a straight Aussie arrow tried and true!)
the man ***** his head back & cackles
(the trebly popping bubbles of a gala crackle outwards as the man cackles)
& decides his arms need a rest,
(a long day of up and down they have had indeed, they deserve respect, or rest (or a benching))
so he places his beer down
on a sloped surface,
& therefore it slips down….
he sees it plummeting, he stretches toward it's tragic trajectory,
…..but he is too slow
it smashes
on his foot (the shards) the beer bottle it transfigures,
and the shards they impart their misery on his toes.
The shards they intrude on his relaxed state of wellbeing, they intrude on the security sanctioned within the casual footwear of a man at a barbecue; taking it easy.
he swears and hops, reaching in indignation for his bleeding toes
he holds the wound cursing; resisting the impulse to begin convulsive throws
(an oscar worthy performance from a usually suburbaly urbane individual)
the moisture feels degrading
(as it would within a man's pants)
the pain from the cuts it is worsened
by the smirking gazes of others about
he hobbles, disregarding his thong in the wreckage of the scene
off to retrieve a band aid
to mend his ego
and his foot
simultaneously
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
dear . . . sweetie,
the projections of your essence is the type
to cook up a future of you;
of the home you call your heart,
or how you let it spill across the metal table,
just to knead it back together to construct wholesome smiles.
yours is the form of communication i've never known,
a presence that haunts me -
as the scent of your perfume lingers at the back of my tongue
as i taste a sweet fruit,
or how your stories speak to me
as my eyes trickle such mundane appliances around me.
you have taken not my heart, nor my soul.
you have extracted from me fragments of my time;
where i find myself caught in the air, mystically
hearing the songs that were stuck in my head when i first met you.
you are the soundtrack to my little death.
you are always right in the corner of my mind, just as i want to see you:
half-baked, smirking, and vulnerable.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
She shoots from the hip
tongue sharp as a whip
always loaded with a quip
Ready and able to let rip
She’s a miss-know-it-all
loves a bar-room brawl
always amongst it all
smirking wildly, standing tall
She’s a heart of gold
just do what your told
dare to be bold
she’ll get you in a hold
Many fear her
more adore her
She’s never a bore
I always want more
Just a cowgirl poet
One I love to read and quote
She certainly rocks my boat
Which I was a horse she rode
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Let me love you. Let me make out with you, then trail my lips from your neck all the way down to just above the waistband of your underwear. Just imagine the feeling of my lips hovering just above that sweet spot where your hot desire is growing. My warm breath across your skin, my lips and tongue and gentle touch in the perfect spot, igniting a flame in the deepest depths of you, striking a match in your heart. Imagine my hands under your thighs, just slightly holding your legs up while I kiss and lick and **** Imagine how the warmth and tingling sensation will travel up your spine and into your head and back down your chest while you breathe, heavy and sporadic. Imagine how much harder you'll get when you see me come up to breathe, smirking smugly, my **** in the air, covered in lacy ******* my hair a mess from you sliding your hands in and out of it, my lips wet, my ******* aching hard and straining my bra. Think about running your hands all along those full curves, like two berries, ripe and ready to be picked. Hold them gently, as if one too-tight squeeze could break them. Kiss my lips as if one too-hard kiss could shatter them to pieces like a wineglass on a wooden floor. Touch me like I'm made of porcelain and listen to me moan "I love you. I love you. I love you."
Do you miss me now?
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
All around me, every day, I see them, lurking
Characters teasing me, praising me, staring at me, smirking
They're there every day, waiting, preying upon me, I'm their target
These characters of mine, I loathe them, they speak to me using an argot
Characters, they won't leave me alone, droning on and on in my head
I can't get rid of them, they'll never leave, each one I hope to shed
These characters most people call "voices," but that doesn't explain much
They hold onto me, suffocating me, they're a huge mental crutch
They're just holding me back, but I can't push them away, I hate it
Characters, I avoid and ignore them, but I share their pain, I'm a hypocrite
I despise them all, each and every one, I need them gone
These characters, these "voices," they're a "phenomenon."
Characters, such a repetitive topic, repetition is so boring
I hope I can keep this up a little longer, my abilities restoring
These characters limit the things I can do, I have a mental lock
I don't know how to express it, I might go into shock
I hope one day they'll leave me for good, they're such a pain
Characters I see, in the darkest puddles, and in each and every drop of rain
I can't ever get rid of them, they're here with me for life
These characters of mine will be with me, even in my afterlife
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
eyes closed and gently singing...
miles of buildings playing
musical lights with no one
home.
perched on a rooftop, the wind
running her fingers through
my hair.
a child wild as ever, smirking indelibly
at concrete modules splattered by their
own brains.
taking in deep breaths of quality alert air--
and puffing out a dragon's fraught column
of fire.
gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and
through...make way, my scene.
a sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see...
now i gotta **** half this city to work your energy
out of me.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
a magician never reveals their
tricks to the joker is what you’d
told you that sunday night last
september as you had sloppily
crashed into a river and made
both of our cold bones shiver.
we both knew this was not a
typical drive down the road
because you had broken the
moral code and would soon
be toad while i lay with still
bones and a frantic call home
on a stretcher in the back of
an ambulance with hands
holding my body together
as you asked the police to
give you a moment so you
could have a breather and
a smoke or two because
you knew you were through.
they asked if you wanted to
leave me alone and head
down to the police station
and you just shrugged like
this was not your creation
because your court costs
were more expensive than
the knowledge of my pain
and i wished I had caught
that last sunday night train
instead of drinking with you
in the rain and making fog
against the window pane.
i was told not to move as
i waited for the helicopter
and you were pushed up
against the side of a cop
car and cuffed with angry
resistant will and the tears
spilled down hard and fast
from your pretty little face
because for once i would
not save your ****** ***
and get you out of this gory
mess that had turned your
sunday best into a disgrace
and made my bones buckle
and cry out for some rest
for they had been pressed
and strained under the now
drowned window pane with
blood creating a vivid stain.
your head ducked down as
you were pushed into the back
of the car and you glanced up
to see my motionless mangled
body watching from afar.
how’s that for a date night?
you laughed as the tube
down my throat made me
cough and the police officer
gave you a stern look before
slamming the door on your
smirking face so hard that
the car shook like my body
did with hollow echoing sobs
that made my eyes run like the
river that had made both of us
shiver as you had claimed that
the joker would always deliver
even if the magician would not
reveal their spells for the joker
had his own secret way to hell.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Plush beads of summer rain gently kiss the windows,
pitter pattering steadily in contrast
to the low hums and stutters
of the red coffee ***
that saves many souls
lost in a daze of former slumber;
a lengthy stretch,
she leans back against the cream,
or maybe more ivory,
sofa couch,
wiggling it up and down her frame
and in its last push
released with a crack through the tips of her toes.
scrumptious smells of eggs and breakfast meats,
brunch is always her
favorite hour,
balancing the crisp texture of toast
against the delightful spritz
of OJ,
sometimes blended with a splash of something
sparkling.
the chords and rhythms that thrummed and purred,
the puttering, the humming, the stuttering,
a baritone chuckle
escaping his smirking mouth,
the moment so inescapably
charming,
how satisfying their ritual felt.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
He is tall.
So tall.
Too tall.
So tall that I have to look up to meet his eyes,
but it’s worth it.
Because his eyes are black.
Humorous.
Sparkling.
Sarcastic.
Smirking.
And his mouth is high up.
But it’s worth it.
Because his mouth is perfect.
Smirking at me, he knows what I’m thinking.
****** *****
He’s too tall.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
Smirking frat boy bro
Derped your way into my brain
Love by the beer pong
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Is it weird that first time meeting him, I see myself growing old with him?
Is it weird that I wanna be the sandwich he's eating right now?
Is it weird that I can't think straight when he's smirking?
Is it weird that his smell before shower is my favorite scent in the world?
Is it weird that I'm still having a crush on him even after a bad haircut?
Is weird that he can change my mood from ***** to puppy?
Is weird that laying on his chest is better than on my bed?
Is it weird that even after life, I would still choose him?
Is it weird that I'm writing a poem about him?
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Sometimes when I look at myself
all I can see is
ugly
worthless
****
I learned this from you.
You taught me that nothing I ever did was good enough
not for you
or anyone else
I would never be enough
Most importantly, you taught me what love is
That to love someone
I have to give away everything I am
my confidence
my body
my self-worth
until I am only an empty shell of a person
so they can hold power over me
Sometimes
when I can’t find these pieces of me
I can see your face
contorted with rage
insistent, pleading until I obey
or
smirking, condescending
I can hear your voice
*you can’t wear that, you look like a ****
I’m the only one who really loves you
*I did it for you, you owe me*
I don’t owe you anything.
I taught myself how to love who I am
Reassembling all the pieces that you stole from me
took everything I had but
I am beautiful.
I am loveable.
I am worth something.
No one can ever change that.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Red eyes
Seething heart
Pulse racing
Get ready
Sneaking through
Taking, breaking
Tripping, slipping
Note passer
Spitballer
Locker shover
Hopping fences
Disobey
Never learn
Heartbreaker
Drinking, reeking
Staggering
Fighting
Till your
Black and blue
Steal and lie
Oh why
Not caring
Let loose
"No. I didn't do it."
Smirking
Mischief maker
No
Troublemaker
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
Oh Rock! Upon You I build my foothold
Don't let me wander off astray
Tie a knot of a bell on my pleading throat
You who reign over all, King of Old!
Seasick and half dead from the flooding dangers of my vanity
Help! I'm getting ****** down-dry, a slice of my deadly miry pie
You're hand not too short to lend me life anew and of serenity
Oh Endless! Awakened from a dire sleep
I come before Your tireless feet
Bathe in springs of abundant grace
'Til my hands grow tireless toiling the earth for the shade of Your face
Time may move its hands of tricks and deceit
Stagnant pool of smirking clocks
Right before I accept defeat
Stay my hand with everlasting wings
Oh Steadfast! Aiming towards love with eyes so true
To You who deserves where all praise due is due
You look through me, creepy candy coating
Embraced with arms everlasting
Love of which knows no cease
One desire of which heals all disease
Dogs lie await to be fed by the crumbs of You, Purest.
Show me great and mighty things thy mind hast not knowest
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Lost at sea
Without a home
Caught within
The subduction zone
Come and feel my radiation
Revel in universal segregation
Robbing the king of his throne
Safely from the subduction zone
Run for cover
And Higher ground
The Hurricane's coming
Leave this town
Millions dead with no survivors
Where's your god now?
Smirking probably
The man is very Proud
What is the world but one big catastrophe
Catastrophe
Catastrophe
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 3:57 PM UTC
So now I weep tears of dashed hopes.
The dreadful sorrow cracking and snapping my teasing mind apart as I say a final and tardy goodbye.
But not for you,
But for the man I met all those years ago.
And for the woman that met you.
My one last wishful thought,
Is the greatest of all...
That somewhere our old souls are still prancing carefree and smirking to the pleasure and gift of our love.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
I am counting days and nights
Sitting under the **** sky ..
Reading , writing and cherishing about
How will it be when I will ...
Actually meet you !
Those voice mails , recordered songs , text messages
While walking bare feet on the grass
And smirking watching the same text over and over .
It's night again , where I will ..
Just do what I keep doing the best !
D-R-E-A-M on !
And I keep on waiting for those days
When I will see you ...
Touch your fragile skin ...
Make you smile and keep it forever ...
Because "smile" is what you need .
You can't stop smiling just because ,
They told "not to do so , you don't look good."
They aren't somebody to understand
What one "smile" brings to people ...
It makes life worthy .
Always..
Don't stop doing something which you love to ,
Just because "they" told not to do so .
You are way more beautiful than you think .
You are beyond 'humanity'...
You are the pure soul,
Who knows what is "love"
Who knows the value of "tears"
Who knows beauty doesn't get a definition by "skin color"
You are the one I am eager to meet ,
Because you are not "somebody else".
"........ And here I keep on waiting for those days to come ,
Soon .."
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC