"solis" poems
I was a tender object living in your house.
The things of these were bigger than my vision and we were only a moment.
I asked for everything you never said,
But your eyes spoke what the monsters upstairs didn't have courage too..
As big and frightening as they might seem,
nothing scared you more than releasing the dark smoke in clear air,
But my lipstick smeared to the apples of my cheeks and I closed my eyes.
I created a home in your mind and it angled me to disbelief and I couldn't breathe.
I gasped air from the grips of the trees and I grew roots on my feet,
I stood whole for myself and dressed in self pity.
The clouds were closing in and my caged heart couldn't fly freely,
Yet the wind rolling against my thighs created comfort for the blind,
Yet,
My vision was not impaired;
Only merely to what you have showed me,
And I dangerously lived on sidewalks finding flowers to tape up my soul,
So
I became potted to the ceramics of solis and dreamed by luna,
But mountains weren't moved and neither did I.
I was tender,
(pause)
And
(pause)
I made home in your mind,
You left me homeless
And then I became blind
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
Nous etions, en cet instant, prisonniers du bonheur.
Heritiers de cette douce mais, o combien lourde, ferveur
Brulant sous cette peau vernie de sueur, de sable et de sel,
Portes, en princes sous les ficelles des tisseuses de ciel.
Nous regardions le gris a nous ecorcher les yeux,
Aimant de la passion infidele du zenith bleu
Le vide encombrant de nos plus incroyables espoirs
Et le remou sans debut ni fin de nouvelles memoires.
Nous les connaissions, ces esprits, vagabonds des mers
Chassant, au milieu des vagues ces humeurs incidencieres,
Celles la meme qui jadis se prenommaient “reves d’enfance”
Et qui depuis de sont transformes en dependence.
Nous les connaissions, et meme si la nature de ce lien
M’est masque par un sacerdoce qui ne sera jamais mien,
Elle me dicte toujours chaque contour de leur lames grises
Qui de cet air sec et fier sont tragiquement eprises
Nous etions, en cet instant prisonniers de beaute,
Celle la meme qui voit nos poumons dechiquetes
A vouloir engouffrer ce monde entier sous nos pores
Que demain a travers ces lettres je puisse a nouveau le voir.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Cooking up a blizzard.
Lost and unguided tendrils of space hold me captive,
the trebles of your heart beating
leads me back to my my Home.
That infinite gaze of yours into my dilapidated eyes,
is like a portal to you to look into my soul.
You blanket all my darkness
With your semi-pixie cut.
You’re my tree of knowledge
I bask in it’s shade.
Powdered Sugar coating on cupcakes.
Your silk armour protects your vulnerability,
My sincere apologies to all the arrows that gaped through.
Cover me under your angel wings,
Dab away my streaming reservoirs and replace them
with pollen and sweet nectar.
Your wishbone sacramental daydreams and dreams.
I feel so lost without you.
Bandage my old wounds with your tender hands,
Kiss me with your lush lips
sending jolts of star dust upstream,
within my veins dancing with yours palpitating feet.
My shot of euphoria and bleeding antidote.
My poetry.
You, Kalon.
Let’s raise a toast to your
beauté remarquable éternel, mon soleil
your free spirit,
your beauty of a ghost,
your heart racing with joy,
your heart steaming up with reticent sadness,
build up anger that come crashing down
like a typhoon detaching from the human perspecta.
I miss you.
Your emotional mess and literal mess,
I’m your magic broom.
You, my inspiration.
You, my groove.
You, my you.
You. My everyone and everything.
You’re fun filled supressed omnipresent electric feel.
You, The only Solis in my galaxy.
I love you.
Sharing your grandoise orangy tinge yellow light.
Bottling up a few star
in a bottle of red wine,
For her Luna.
Solis is 21 a (000,000,000) today.
You’re irreplacable.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
i.
Albeit I'm here
And thou art there;
Many mile's from eachother
Yet still ourn endearment shalt not decrease.
ii.
I am thine own
Thou art mine;
No need to worry mine darling
I'm thine own forever, not a lease.
iii.
Agone juncture's
Of mine second's and minute's of sorrow's;
Art now gone mine treasure
Looketh forward toward's the morrow.
iv.
Interval's shalt pass
With times we both art to busy;
But at the end, when the sunshine bend's
I'll still be waiting for thee mine queen, mine hunny.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
The moon inexorably needs the sun;
just like i perilously need you.
the remarkable, the not so magnificent,
the parts not everyone can see,
illiberally all of you.
Solis dies every night ,
just to let Luna live.
But my dear,
Our love is not like the ones written
in the depths of the fathomless universe.
The harrowing, unblemished and blackened truth
that silences and ***** the moonlight
out of my insignificant galaxy...
you don't love me the same.
I know I'm not extraordinary enough
to belong in the same canvas blue/black skies as you,
and be your moon.
It is not the end. For neither you or me.
I will move on to new cosmic horizons,
in search of a new sun.
A sun that will reflect the darkest parts of the moon,
and love it all the same.
And you, Solis
will find your momentous and exquisitely portentous Luna.
But my friend,
You are ever my collosally beautiful and singular Sun.
You're irreplacable.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
She was my light, part sun
she was my dark, a waning crescent moon
the old moon before dawn breaks
showing that after, every dusk
comes a new devouring dawn
an awakening.
I take to my wrists, silver ribbons
scars from past endeavours to match
the heavens above, hell below
covered in ink, to the left a sun
to the right, a moon, both partly shaded
each surrounded by stars.
I draw my wrists together, moon and sun
perfect sync, married faultlessly
a mirage of peace, peace I crave so deeply
lovers, marital ties, bonded daily,
as human love, mirrored, a solar great father
a luna great mother.
Legends of Persia, finding their children,
among the stars of luna, sol solis
traditions of Greece, distinguish family
children of the sun, children of the moon
and on earth they did once inhabit,
now silent, skies above us we see.
Reading, the inked moon as her mind,
emotions,
the sun her energy, vitality,
as she projects herself, onto this world.
A world in which I am the dreamer, this is a fable, a delusion, fantasy, make believe
I rub my wrists together, with rigor
by magic, I see the ink lift, forming
black smoke, merging,
head tilted, moon and sun marry
into the sky.
I'm just playing another game, in this lovesick mentality
© Sia Jane
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Luna (Latine Lunae) est terrae sola naturalis satellite. [E] [F] [VIII] licet non amet naturalis satellitis in Systemate Solare est, inter satellites maioribus signis maxima quod ad magnitudinem orbes obiecti (primarium) [g] [a] et post Io satellite Jovis, qui est secundus densa inter densitates satellite cognoscuntur.
Luna est in vna *** orbem terrarum, et semper, et faciens facies, *** cis insignis, quae per tenebras inter maria volcanus editis clarus, et veteri crusta impactus crateres prominent. Est enim post solem in coelo et immutari. Quanquam autem id candidissimam, obscurus etiam superficie *** bitumen reflectance fessis tantum leviter superior. Huius temporibus perquam cyclus regularem habere in coelo, quia antiquitus in luna lingua maximus culturae opes, fastos artis fabularis. Producit vim gravitatis luna dies et tempora et levi freta. Nunc de orbita lunae distantia diameter vicibus terra in caelum facit ut fere idem sit qui apparet Solis. Nempe per id fere totum solem lunam eclipsin solis tegere. Hoc simile est de magnitudine visuali fortuitum apparens. Lunaris a terra distantiae lineae sit amet, crescens ad rate of 3,82 ± 0,07 mm per annum, id est, non tamen semper. [IX]
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Oh! No, they should never talk about Borinquén
Puerto Rico, Porto Rico in such an evil fashion
PR swims in the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea
With other exquisite islands like Cuba, Jamaica, and Haiti
Puerto Rico is a gorgeous Caribbean Archipelago
With high mountains. Oh! Yes, wonderful Puerto Rico
Has perfect blue and white sky, tropical rainforests
Crystal clear water beaches, and she’s one of the best
Puerto Rico can never be ‘a floating island of garbage’
She’s lovely with a lot of potential. In this day and age
Some crazy clowns or comedians must have a lot of nerves
To insult such a sweet Boricua with friendly peoples
I’ll be going to Puerto Rico soon to search for my stunning Saint
My Santa, my Queen. I’m going to become an artist to paint
The smile of this paradise island. Borinquén dear, my love
Javier Solis is right. You are the land of dreams, my love
No one can tarnish your unique image. I will visit you soon
With lovely dreams in my heart and with a silver spoon
So I can enjoy your cuisine and seep up your tropical cocktail
While diving deep into the eyes of my dazzling and **** angel
Our Puerto Rico is a mythological Island for dreamers
Our Puerto Rico is a tropical Archipelago for lovers.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
I worship the Sun.
His rays. His warmth. His life.
I wear Him on my chest. I wear Him in my mind.
Incandescent, luminescent, aught to behold.
Luxurious protection. Numerarious gifts.
Solis Maximus. White gold.
☼
The knight fears no night.
The Sun will guide me.
Walk with no shadow.
Walk with light to see.
☼
I am His solace.
And He is my life.
We are together.
We enforce the light.
☼
My strong armor rings.
When I stand with Him.
My sword’s golden gleam.
When His power wins.
☼
Honey of the air.
Father to all life.
Lead me through darkness.
Banish this night!
☼
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
She was living in multiple alternated realities
constantly fought solis against luna you know
while experiencing delusions and fighting slavery
...Inside of his domestic kingdom,
she figured out who's characters were for show.
Oh god, the ways in which she revealed her own darkness sometimes was sickening but manipulation had before held her captive.
She became a victim with no strength to respond any other way than being passive.
This so-called king possessed weapons of puppetry and diluted morals, she applied fresh lipstick to her face and got ready to constantly give him oral.
Over & over again she misplaced her caring art, seemed to have mastered her heartlessness into a form of art.
Forever she remained mute, nobody sensed her pain if she sat there playing cute.
She stuttered whenever she tried to use her voice, people judged her for being quiet like if it was her own ******* choice.
...Trauma lingered in her mind and on her face, to whom it did not concern as long as she was cooperative dressed in lace.
She was fully aware this darkness she had endured may have triggered inside of her a personality disorder, as she crawled on her knees & repeatedly gave in to his wretched & violating orders.
She was no longer the same proper creature, she was all over the place and possessed heartless features.
How was she supposed to be sure of what she truly feels?
When she could not even tell apart delusions from what is real.
Developing h.p.p.d
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
there's this guy who thinks he knows more than me about the far-left than i do, even though i'm the one with a communist grandfather; which means he's gone as far as mao to replicate an answer that i might agree with alongside adolf. ah no worry... the queen's corgi(s) are here. they always do that, the left, as long as they can provide you with a house and pension, they have the upper hand in argument meaning you have to agree with them... what about colour says the right? ah don't worry... we'll just all wear gray and become radically different from the canvas.
i love how the left asks to be agreed with
in terms of politics,
given no far-right politics was expressed...
death of communism taught them
they had to express far-left politics in such a way
as might be a form of deviation and counter-intuitive expression
of the middle ground... poor stalin...
god please let me enter the mozart club of death at 35...
i missed the modern club of 27... drinks on me... amy;
i just hate the way the left opresses us now...
it’s that thumb missing in terms of english law...
you know that thumb... ex hominem ad exemplum non hominem...
a lightbulb moment... because man never gave a nullifying
example with each example of his existence given as non;
man is curiously aware of his mortality, therefore he engages
with dating things in order to orientate...
of course... coins... deus ex **** although no solis ex ****
that would never work... would it now?
why would man need a sun if all man desires from
the sigma expression of will is to not exist?
can i enter the reference of will with a craft that deciphers water
as two hydrogens and one oxygen?
oh wait... i already have... three years of chemistry
in edinburgh taught me pressurised concentration
of carbon dioxide was termed fizzy.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
today is sunday. today is godless.
you know what they say: out of sight, out of mind, and lately i always seem to be hidden. under my own tongue, behind my own eyes. i am three feet outside of myself, screaming again. i am six seconds behind, struggling to keep up with what i have already done. losing. i have forgotten how to occupy my own body.
today is sunday, and i’ve been drowning for weeks now.
i’m at the bottom of the pool, watching bubbles rise from my mouth. when will they come pull me out. my lungs are flooding, my vision is narrowing. i keep biting the hands that break the surface. rescue me. i keep pulling them under. don’t leave me here alone.
today is sunday. it’s always sunday.
i’ve been godless for weeks now. i am three feet outside of myself, watching bubbles rise from my mouth. i keep biting hands that have forgotten how to occupy my body. my lungs are struggling to keep up with what i have already done. flooding, losing. you know what they say: don’t leave me here alone.
i’m at the bottom of the pool, screaming again.
dear god, please come pull me out.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Inversive spinal / F major chord,
Tumbling twisted caterwauling toads
Left turn right in the gut of the feels
Sawfish feeding on blood stained carcasses of piranhas
Strawberries from the garden of eden,
Birds cleansing their sins in the scorching fountain;
“Hell yes!”
In this ephemeral, fleeting light speed of a moment,
I need you, my Solis.
to shine your bright light
in the unilluminated, gelatin closet
where my frail body cringes .
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Dear reality
Where have you been
Haven't seen you
Since...
I don't know when
Living in
This crazy realm
Could have used you
At the helm
But here you are
Again at last
And...
The dogs of doom
Are on my ***
....
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Solis
Songs for Judah
Takes me to my knees
Spiritually
Instrumentals
Tell a tale
Not soon to be forgotten
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
The cloister garth exploded
in afternoon sunlight,
post meridiem solis
the lone mulberry tree
the only shelter or shade
where monks gathered
for tea and cake,
luce disperde
le tenebre
an Italian monk said
as I sipped tea
he eyeing me,
light dispersing darkness
I mused seeing
Dom James pass by
he smiling
carrying his cup
and saucer to Dom Bede,
l'obscurité empiète
où la foi échoue
the French monk muttered
next to the other
I said nothing
but mused on his words
where faith fails
darkness encroaches,
cloister bell tolled
conversations ceased
the monks went their way
to task or prayer
or contemplation
I helped push the trolley
with the large teapot
and cups and such
to the abbey kitchen
Dom Patrick worked in silence,
in silentio est
verbum Dei,
God's word in silence
an old monk had
told me once
white bearded
tonsured of head
God speaks in silence
he said.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
I enter your heart
You gave me the chance to know you
I fell in love with who you are
You’re not like any one else in my life
we never gave up even when you thought you did we fought through the criticism
Nothing kept us from giving up on us
Not parents not school work time age distance
Giving up was never a choice for me but setting you free and letting you be happy is not giving up
It is my choice
But I will return for you like
you said because I’m not giving up. 3 yrs left
Mario Solis-Herrera
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
Where to go after this
What to do after this I feel lost
I lost you for your good
But by losing you I have lost myself you said you were not calm
So I lost you to for you to be happy
I do not ever think about myself
Just we but I have to find myself for there to a we
I will find myself to be happy again and to be me
Mario Solis-Herrera
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
In my dream
I saw your face for the first time in years like you were really here
I ran after you but you would not stop
I screamed you name but you would not look at me
The closer I got the further you went I was not going to give up I ran and ran after you
Crying your name
Dad dad please do not go nothing helped it hurt I don’t know if it was a dream or
A nightmare I have not forgotten the pain you caused us the pain I still carry
The hate I held for so long because you were not there for us
You left us and you could have been there but you chose your path
Why did you I dream of you when I do not know what I feel for you
Mario Solis-Herrera
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Lately i have found this new freedom
I haven't felt this in so long,
I almost don't know what to do with it
I am happy but I get real sad
Usually my own body makes me feel so bad
I've got a bad disease
even though I am free
and i belong to me
time for renovations
time for restoration
i will be okay, i will be better
get ready for a new lady, can't wait until you've met her
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
cervisiam
ternum sal,
calcis suci,
litus,
solis,
pulchrae puellae
ducens vitam Pellitos
confundito
et fruar
Translation
Beer,
pinch of salt,
lime juice,
beach,
sun,
beautiful girls
******** clad
mix together
and enjoy
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
they kept you there, they assumed they were
your refuge
I caught everything on tape, I'm changed because of it
everything, ever person, we appear identical
they ran from you when you were dangling,
not a person recalls your face
and now they've left and the moths, they flutter,
and you fall
I press you in, I yank at your elbows
I will remember these limbs yanked in futility
I'll keep you with me as I'm dangling within
I dangle but the sun always rises
I'll keep on tossing every coin I find
I'll toss them and take a fortune
now everything is grasping at straws, attempts to rescue
the grasping straws will deliver you from the devil
and when the sand rests on the ground again,
we'll deliver again
there's a figure in the fog
it's a triangular face that screams of bad luck
which become towers and ideas deliver in
sweltering scenes
it will knock you over as you fall asleep,
dangling
it's dangling, dear
the sun is risen
-c.j.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Here, in the far north
It's time to plan for snow
What ever is left on bare ground
For the season will be froze
The birds of fowl
Within their coops
No longer to be noticed
'Til the nights of long
Have come and gone
On the flip side of the Solis
In a darken state
Of the Poetic mind
Abilities are frozen
To reason and rhyme
Frostbitten thoughts
Creeping sublime
Oh how we'll long
For sweet spring
Sunshine
....
....
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC