"solemly" poems
I love to hear how Ocean breathes
waves crash as Sea exhales
from afar, where you are, perhaps you can hear
salty breeze come kiss my face
wrap my feet in warm beige sand
a sight to my eyes, to see this face:
as the sun blushes, a sunset so grand
she'll soon hide her face
under the mighty blue table that is the sea
palm leaves wave goodbye to Sun
as she tells the seagulls to guard her Ocean
as I look at layered salty scapes ...
my figure hides in three storied bricked cliff
the Ocean, so solemly tranquil
a blue face, beige chin and forest green beard
... as the Ocean has gifted me this romantic sight
as the salt waves corrode at the clock
I see a path form over this blue face
high tides give way to a silver line path
yielding in luminant reflection to Moon
Moon cried this tear path across Ocean's face
hoping to meet me, but stops in the forest beard -
until Sun gifts me another day in grace
Ocean, grant me this sight again
to witness the romance of Sun and Ocean
as I wait for Moon to once again
cross a chrome path across the waters
to meet with me again.
Nelize © 2016
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
Solemly all this I swear!
And with all I am! And Never to waiver from!
Oh yes, I claim my love for you to be pure!
For it is from my heart, and no other possibly i’d see fit to, could or id want to compare!
Oh yes I, claim my love for you to be true!
Oh yes true for the very thought of you makes my heart smile, and excited to see you even if its a mere glimpse of my wallpaper on my phone! ”yes your picture, why its on my phone screen and proudly so”
And every visit starts with that exciting heart racing glee! That can't be anything but true! For me, there will never be another!
Yes, I claim my love for you forever learning!
As there is never a moment I will ever pass up again in bettering my self if the opportunity is needed, I will do my all to create such an opportunity!
From the moment intimacy was shared I felt as if I was more, being with you, my heart had no choice! With its what I believed as unscalable walls, oh yes you make me want to be more!
Oh yes,, I claim my love for you to be selflessness and only realize just how so, more and more so, for even in me wallowing in fear and sadness my greatest hurt and total resentment was mine towards myself for unwittingly or not nonetheless hurting you! And as learning brings growth, enabling me to promise to remain true and pure! And there will never be a sacrifice id not give to ensure my love remain just that!
Oh yes, I claim my love to be unique!
For there can be no greater love from a man to a woman than the love I promise you! This I know to be true with all I am! Or I would rather no longer myself exist!
Oh yes, I claim it to exclusive!
For this, I say this with all the conviction of my every breath! But stronger than just my hearts conviction! I say this with conviction of my soul to bear before God! And with his strength in me a strength no other can compare!
Oh yes, I claim my love for you to be legendary!
For Jenni, you deserve no less!
And there will never be a second of any hour, ill strive with all my heart and soul to show you all this!
I love you to no end I promise
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
playing clue and sorry on the same board
singing into a fan
with a semi-blue tan.
looking at a broken poster board.
with broken tile in your hair
you think the moon has hair.
like james blubierre
making a wicker basket to hold scented pinecones
using guitar strings
with a bad marker scarf.
looking at elenor rigby's doctor
having no sense of direction
you sung a wrong turn
buddah says die
while ghandi says hi
while typing nonsense letters
with the hopes of a secret
though there's only a secret for you
The Typist
he makes a pie that's flavored like pie
and looks up to the sky
to take a cloud and ride it
looking upset
and in the rain he's wet
he walks solemly to his apartment
to type more nonsense
though the crazy get it
and the sane don't
he types for a secret
he doesn't know
he scans the words, jumps the letters
makes them dance in his mind
he wants to know more
out of less
he makes it all up
right on the spot
to sing in a song
for singing the sung
the sung are singing though the sun is hung
looking for their lovers
though the don't love back
they look at the sky for the cloud they will ride
to take them to their lover's side
though his life was in peril
he knew right away
that in the end
it would all go away
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
I deepen into a castle,
castle of sound it is ,
while it goes,
i assume this is my field of win,
a proffecy to inherit,
a potential to be fulfilled with,
over the horizons,
i approach what i feel is to be my destiny,
my holy place of pray,
walls closing on me,nightmare it was,
the feature of my incompatability to this world was filling ,
like a biased coin - all that to choose was me turning down.
I take the time on earth,
loud back at em,
as though in deep water,they ignore me,
i again does so,this time with might,
i trigger the power of a poet- his words.
The world i lost to,opened its eyes upon me,
my heart braked that moment,
stirred this earth to change,
piercing this invasive darkness!
the difference created the indifference,
hologram is what i am- you see dream simultaneously reality!
The castle now awaits my return,
to this solemly place,
welcomes me with cherry blossom on either side,
in here,rythm takes honour,
words take pleasure,
i inherit these ancestral words to you,
which better of than my english teacher,
i smile looking at these lines,
then to this untimely world,
rubbing the memory doomed crevices of my palm placing them in prayer,
thats a dream that changed the world '!
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
It's been months,
filled with complete destruction.
I'm still ******* crying,
begging myself to stop forming a mountain of emotions in the pit of my stomache,
weighing me down.
I don't think you ******* know how much of you has become part of
my sadness,
my soul,
my life.
It's as if you knew the moment you laid your eyes on me,
I craved your strength.
Oh how I miss your touch,
running your fingers on the cracks
of my porcelin body.
How could you leave me ******* helpless?
You left marks in places of agony that grew flowers only by your slightest touch.
I still solemly desire your angelic lips to be pressed against mine again,
I reminise about the way you saved me.
And all the memories that lead up to this point.
Now you're watching me ******* drown in the middle of an ocean of unspoken words and you're no longer reaching out to grab me,
you have selfishly left me to fend on my own.
I guess this is how it feels to be abandoned by someone,
I just hoped it hadn't been you.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
shame sentimentally suffices some sacrament: strange secondary seekers safely scout such suffrage so suddenly, shake spurious susceptibility southward so strangers seem superficial; supposing such simple servants survive such sycophantic schools sans shouting, scraping, sifting, straightforward striking; some surmise something sustains, something stinks. see? sure. self-sustainable, sick, staggeringly stupid ****
subtle **** slip sliding southward, stopping such sudden shudderance.
safe, she says?
soon such seas seem superfluous so... success: scream success! shake secondary security, say secrets, sratch surfaces, scrape sentimental sand so shapes shift sooner; similarly scrub seemingly subtle scars, seven seconds, second severance, something so subliminally separate simplifies shifting solace, sacrificing so solemly saturday's superficial stars.
such sweet serendipity.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
When the leaves turn over
you won't be here..
the breeze bristles, stings against the skin.
Wind solemly echoing, something that's pinned.
As the day leaves and the night folds over,
the presence once here is missing..
with saddened eyes and a salted cheek,
the tides roll without the lul to catch the needed beat.
when the year passes and people move on
you'll be inbedded in their memories..
Name in a frame by the candle vigil,
Forever missed by the people you left.
When the leaves turn over...
Our favourite time of year...
My heart will ache for the person missed,
Yet someday i'll move on too.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 7:28 AM UTC
an open mind can see fires yet unlit
befriend those who are readily unfit
stroll pastures moist with dew
break apart and add many to few
cruise on pathways in pure delight
sit quietly as day journeys into night
bump into walls sturdy and tall
seemingly steady but ready to fall
arise in passions so bravely met
win on a loser and lose a sure bet
flounder solemly at loves’ doorway
put loss and revenue off another day
shed light on most pressing of things
place rainbows in stones and cast them on wings
embrace strangers’ sternest of glarings
put things in places, in the most odd pairings
stumble through friendships with utter spite
hug a child tenderly to fend off a fright
cast a pebble to a tidal wave
fall to forgiveness when failing to be brave
shout at a naive then honor a guardian
knowing full well those clothes you have been in
remember how foul ideas can be
herald a compatriot, get ready to flee
for once opened all hell it can fill
eyes, ears and mouth fashion its will
full of fantasies and wildest things to tell
like a Pavlovian pup awaiting the bell
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
If I could speak whispering words
what would I tell you?
I've been used since birth
till death it will continue
I've seen spring
summer
autumn
winter too
naked to life's elements
I do not feel
I'm dead to the touch
I used to sit in a fantastic forrest flush
I longinly long for those days
when I felt the wonderful wind
Blow throw my spindly hair
Oh but it's gone
Instead
I'm listening to tales and weary woes
of wars had
Scars left
Tales of the neighbours wife
and wee jimmys strife
What a life
The days I long for..
when families come
with love and laughter
Galant giggles
Tenacious tickles
Forever times
but soon they depart
as I'm left enchanted
longing for the next encounter
But sometimes..
I'm as lonely as lonely gets
the lost key never found
Shrouded in a coat of sadness
Oh how I miss the place that I grew up
now I solemly sit
on all fours
as if the statue of grey friars Bobby
planted without roots
My only solace
Is the families fun
My only..
My only
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC