"soothingness" poems
Poetry
It calms me
The soft words of it make my eyes grow tired
Oh poetry, what soothingness you bring
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
*I tried to communicate with you
Bared out my soul on my lips and my emotions through my words
Made plain my darkest, most embarrassing insecurities and needs
Not withholding for a moment anything that put me at unease.
I laid my doubts before you: my heart battered, bruised and broken
Craving tender responses, and the gentle soothingness of your reassurance
But words led to arguments, and arguments to distance
As we traded accusations across like terpsichoreans in an impassioned dance
Till suddenly I found myself lonely... and alone
All because I had dared to dislodge emotional cornerstones
So words no longer became the path to emancipating my emotions
I swallowed up my feelings and let them simmer like a slow-brewing potion
For if you cannot feel my pain, laid plain through my words
Then perhaps you can perceive them in my Silence...*
#BlueRain
2017
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Kiss me with your thick, toothsome lips
Let me feel the poetic hair strands
Of your thrilling beard
Send infinite sweetness
Around your charming cheekbones
Look into your eye pupils
And see the iridescent trueness
The soothingness of your soul
How you glow so swimmingly
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
It was a small cafe, the sign that hung
outside appeared wider than the shop
itself.
The logo was a purple monkey
with a large cup of coffee in his hand,
it read "Worlds Grapest Coffee".
Once inside the first thing you notice
is the place smells like brewed heaven,
not like those fru-fru places with all their
exotic flavors, this was just good ole
coffee aroma, thick in the air and
delicious to the nose.
As far as the ambiance,
there wasn't any,
no pretension here.
The wooden floor was old,
worn and uneven, It almost felt like
you were standing on the deck
of a small boat in the middle of a storm,
if you didn't know better, you would
swear the tables and chairs could
come sliding your way at any moment.
The counter looked like it was installed
in the 80’s it had a blue gray formica top
with tiny speckles.
The woman who took my order
had these remarkable sea green eyes,
I was taken aback immediately
when I saw them,
she wore a white button up blouse
with a black apron wrapped around
her waist, the kind with a pouch
in the front.
Short slim, long dark, chestnut
brown hair with a contagious smile,
definitely not hard on these old eyes.
When asking for my order, her voice
had a smokey jazzy feel to it, adding
yet another layer of soothingness
to the place.
I ordered a regular coffee, black with two sugars
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC