"soundness" poems
i can't stop thinking about you
why?
what is it about you
that leaves this lingering effect?
i don’t want this
i keep dreaming of you
its always the same.
and sometimes i get aroused
at just the sound of your name
in my dreams you are chaos,
always unfurling in your beauty.
you are indescribable to me
for words are just letters working together to be beautiful, and you are more beautiful than any group of words can ever hope to be
in my dreams you drench me knee deep
in your wit and soundness
you fill my head with such tender words.
i wish i could let you know how much
i love to watch you sparkle in wisdom.
how can i explain to you
that when i feel myself awake
i try not to blink an eye
so that i could live off your touch
for the rest of my life.
as crazy as it sounds,
not even in my dreams
have i ever dreamt
of a girl as perfect as you
and though i continue to dream in fear
i think we both know
i have secretly loved you for so many years
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
I am awake
alive. aware. tired... but, so awake
ready. content? drained... but, ready.
ready for what's next.
soak.
soak while enveloped in His cloak of soundness, of serenity inconspicuously emerging from the crossfire
come to an understanding
a consensus with Yourself
stay.
stay here... in this fractured moment of freedom, of belonging, of peace
A breakthrough.
Gasp for Air before descending back into perplexity.
know
know the Answer
Believe in the Answer to all those unanswered, unanswerable questions
Love the Answer
Thank the Answer
Breathe
आप पूरी तरह से ठीक हैं
आप ठीक हो जाएंगे
आप ठीक होना पड़ेगा
अच्छा?
हाँ.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
Only friendship.
You made yourself clear - clear as glass - that it could never be more.
But as I too am glass, a small shard of me broke off and shattered.
And why did it ignite my spirit to be in your presence, to be enfolded in your warmth
Why, why did it set my heart aflame, burn me with such flammable, incendiary envy
To see you lust after another, to want far beyond friendship with them
Why did that melt me
I was already committed to another, no matter if it was a dry, barren whisper of once-existing love or a forest of endless rain
It was commitment
Yet in spite of this, I continued to melt
Melting, right down to my core
Where I am just sand
Vulnerable, exposed, walked-on sand that could, at any second, be picked up by the wind and taken to another pit of uncertainty
But you
You dropped the empty attempts
And you began giving me your time
You showed me the naïveté that I am, and you took my hand and led me through a dark room
It was cold, and I was afraid
And you could not tell me that "everything would be okay"
Because this was real, unfiltered life you were motioning to before me
And though it was not a fully comfortable realisation,
The cold slowly thawed, from the outsides into my core, my sand
And as I thawed, as you too made yourself more vulnerable,
I at last began to take shape
Perhaps I have a calling
Beyond this fragile shell I consistently run back to for shelter, return to when it yearns back for my unearthed body to be protected again
But I knew better,
That when you molt from your armour,
Its purpose has been used up, and it is now just an empty shell, and it is time for that shell to be discarded.
And now, in my infantile flesh,
I trust that you can be my protector until my new shell can learn to harden
I am still unsure today if it has solidified,
Because I am focused elsewhere
Focused on you
My heart's every beat feels light at the remembrance of you
My mind's every thought a whirlwind
From the dissonance of reaching for you and being tempted to go back under the comfort of my old shell, from the knowledge that these two cannot coexist
But my soul, my soul is nearing soundness at last
Because with you here, I feel that my honest identity is at last coming to life
With you here,
Your breezes blow, but I do not fear that I will be carried away
Your shore arrives, but I do not fear that I am going to wash away
Though it was you who dared grind me down to my initial state of innocent sand,
You have sculpted me, even with the uselessness that I've felt I am
Shown me my potential
And made me a flourishing seashore.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Have we all become mere automata
guided by the ring of pings and notifs?
The spray of lather from a sea of data
carrying with it wrung celebrity whiffs
have stung us with a certain aphasia...
The written thought was a lifetime ago
long abandoned by the times and all--
where once there was soundness to follow
nonsense amassed like a rising cymbal
whose crash sent reason to the gallows.
The news of the day presents a delectable entree
of a hodgepodge of this, that, and nothing much.
Wherefore we find our tongues compelled to say
something about the aftertaste or to prejudge
as if we were connoisseurs--it must've hid faraway.
Are we perhaps amusing ourselves to death?
I am by no means a Luddite to such a degree,
but I believe we have bombarded and blessed
ourselves a little too much to see...
only time will tell us reason's final breath.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
Go, Soul, the body’s guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.
Say to the court, it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church, it shows
What’s good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.
Tell potentates, they live
Acting by others’ action;
Not loved unless they give,
Not strong but by a faction.
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.
Tell men of high condition,
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate:
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.
Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending.
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.
Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it is but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.
Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honour how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favour how it falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.
Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in overwiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.
Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.
Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.
Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming:
If arts and schools reply,
Give arts and schools the lie.
Tell faith it’s fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell manhood shakes off pity
And virtue least preferreth:
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.
So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing—
Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing—
Stab at thee he that will,
No stab the soul can ****
3.5k
~ ♡ ~
It's pleasure
~ ♡ ~
It's pain
~ ♡ ~
It's joy
~ ♡ ~
It's disquiet
~ ♡ ~
It's an antidote
~ ♡ ~
It's poison
~ ♡ ~
It's soundness
~ ♡ ~
It's madness
~ ♡ ~
It's a blessing
~ ♡ ~
It's a curse
~ ♡ ~
It's a haven
~ ♡ ~
It's a battle
~ ♡ ~
But above all,
Real love, true love
is sacrifice
~ ♡ ~
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
This is your day in the sun,
Your day of triumph,
Of commitment,
Of promise and intention,
Of New Beginnings,
The end of loneliness.
This is the new foundation,
The plying together of bricks and mortar
The bricks to give colour and shape,
The mortar to give structure and soundness,
So that together you are an impregnable fortress
With doors of heartfelt love,
Windows of vision,
Rooms of peace and generousity,
Furnishings of service and beauty,
And a garden of sweet memories to grow.
I wish you success at every turn,
Joy on every path,
Delight in all the little things of life,
Deeply rooted and vigorously sprouting shoots of loyalty and love
Nurtured on the fertiliser of experience and wisdom,
And
LONG LIFE TOGETHER!
with
very much love
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Today: A Paperclip
Continuously and seamlessly complementing and complying with myself
Bending solely to hold something foreign as whole
With a surety of security
And right angled refine
Unless the load is too much or too smooth or not right
And in leaning the lines some part
Or some whole
Sideways makes escape
From skewed hold
Shiny soundness
Will surely soften
And the Paperclip appeal will reveal
To be as paper thick as any
Continuous and seamless
Paperclip in a Paperclip ***
Maybe tomorrow warrants
The hopeful and overly capable Staple.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
Sound logic has confronted your faith in all you hold divine
Stolen in and taken your precious angel’s kiss
Now you find you seek and roam to fill the open spaces
Of the emptiness of a soul that feels amiss
The deepest secrets are now unlocked from their captive hands
Spilling knowledge, your heart does not want to see
Now how do you defend that which you hold so very dear
With all the evidence now cast there at your feet
Do you merely listen to your heart and ignore your mind
Pretend the evidence you see does not exist
So you will not feel the need to roam and question anything
Even though you know the soundness will persist
You listen to your heart and rest your mind therein
Continue clinging to that faith you hold within
Follow the path you were on as there is no need to roam
Never allowing logic to steal your kiss again
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
"the encompassment of these words is stunning; existential angst in a fruit, or section thereof hurtling into space. makes sense though, if i lived in a runaway time capsule, i'd want fruit too, perfect or no. nice poem"
Say what?
Take a noun and make it noun-er.
Take philosophy and dress it down.
Take a fruit, an orange, section it, throw it into space, then agonize over its rightness of being.
Thee musn't feel that one's overuse of semi-archaic phrases and punctuation lessens the actuality of the expression being made. Indeed, it serves only to encapsulate the soundness of thine understandingness and thine expressions of agreement-oneness with the effervescent bubbliness needed to attract one's readers to continue with their reading of one's liturgy of the meaningfulness of the outerworlds and innertimes. Throw in Gaia, underworlds, swords and flames. Trees with names. socks with shoes. Oftentimes these travel through the continuum side by side, yet unencumbered with knowingness of the other, unembraced by the unembraceable.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
*You rain with glitter
You are made of gold
You are far too precious
To exist in this world
Only to be sold*
You touch everything
The way your mom had taught you to:
With delicate hands and a mouth made
For soundness
Love,
You are yours
And yours only
Do not let them touch you
And pull your soul out
Of its porcelain cage
Love,
You are yours,
You will always be
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
It's putting thoughts
Into my head
I thought
That's what they said
Not real,
It didn't happen
Now look who's
The last ones laughing
Conversions that goes unheard of
By everyone except me
But I was there,
I sw**r,
These aren't the colours I should see.
I want my mental soundness,
But there are so many sounds
Most of them do not exist
Too late this was found
My state of mind we detest
But my delusions don't give me rest
And they refuse to confess
Again I fail the retest
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage
rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ ***** girded with truth
safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate
love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news
strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield
empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet
God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit
Seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly
Mark Toney ©️ 2021
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production
Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my soundness
Perforated by the eerie current
‘Twas delivered via the vapors of her breath
Curtly, such graphic memories gnaw the very bones
Of what I had thought to be timeless romance
Though once again I’ve been forsaken
To drink all ‘twas left unsaid and unknown
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
parallel sympathy endeavor
peaceful and untroubled
achieve ballerina twists
comforting serenity
pull a fast one on
elixir sip sucker stiff
tiny hornswoggle mulct
grandfather clock rich rock
chimney chalk ziggy pop
sirius kid dolls cudi feet tall
artists whirl revolution vet
wolf convincing sheep curve
non believers starting flames
horrid instant ways even livid
fears queen fairy dust spiral
wick gladness warlock king
abide nostrum wake flesh
archangel passion feans
world web crack addicts
mankind teach nine
nail soundness round
raiden uppercut fortify illegitimate
swine heedless being being beaten
headless ***** eyes hub pivot
nerve endings eager enthusiasm hitch
pitch outermost central swain free gist
intrigue archbishop market black illicit
red hot chili peppers implicate explicit
inundating problematic seniority cast
systems hook boom haze tomb prune
embrace bravehearts impale in arms
side by side shield elastic coats grace
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Its the end of the road.
We built bridges in our minds.
Conspiring aspirations like foundations.
Smashing walls, wallowing dreams down.
Be not afraid of the future.
Its no promenade walking down the beautiful lane.
Trying to claim aim to pain.
Not aloud but in silence.
We're not insane trying to fain happiness and fear.
Confusing misery with living we lose the beautiful lane.
Not dying, crying, just trying lying.
Until we truly feel like laying praying for peace.
Tears, the fears of years, conceal these eyes.
Imagination creation in hibernation.
Our thoughts are starting to wonder how to spiral.
Faded, jaded, weathered and tired we traded
Our solid ground for the soundness of the beautiful lane.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
Wispers of the unknown now fill what use to be sounds of steadfastness
Wispers of harshness now radiate this atmosphere
Wispers of past soundness no where to be found
Wispers of two hurting souls aches and pains make known there presence
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
half toothless and half truthless
his stubborness can be ruthless
living half a century ago
not up to date with what we currently know
he move's so slow you wonder if he's ever passed go
calls current truths propaganda
he look's for knowledge in outdated memoranda
living in the past because modern days are too fast
a young fellow shouldn't listen unless he wants to end up in last
but he still has some soundness
what he says is sometimes the profoundest
he can make you think twice
and doesn't care if it isn't nice
but he'll still show compassion in his outdated fasion
long lost was his life filled with passion
the young and the old will continue to clash
but it's up to the youth to not act rash
because at one point that old man was like you
so decisive that his convictions were absolutely true
wouldn't the world be perfect if we both only knew
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Ah my love
What you were seeking eluded you
It flew away and scattered
Like leaves in the wind
Like ashes from a fire
What you asked for
You did not receive
But it passed by you and went to another
All that pain turned to hatred
And anger burning so deep within
What you held became broken
What was sacred, defiled
What was precious, squandered
What you found, lost
How sad, how tragic
How could this be!
What you were looking for
Was right before your eyes
And you could not see it
Yet the one
Whom you blamed and condemned
Was blessed
He found what he didn’t seek
He was given what he did not ask for
Kindness replaced hatred
And love burning holy and pure
Covered the ugliness of that day
Goodness visited like a friend
And in the most terrible of times
Thankfulness and gratitude appeared
And faith burning like a beacon
In the darkness
Encouragement and hope
Whispered constantly in his ear
And all the curses fell harmlessly away
Soundness of mind and health
True happiness and integrity
Were discovered
And everyone around was touched
And felt the difference
Insight and wisdom
Compassion and the gift of tears for others
Treasure after treasure
Riches after riches
When brokenness and poverty of spirit
Might have seemed the natural end
How does this work?
When good news comes out of evil
And victory out of defeat
And life conquers death?
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
Perfection incomprehensible stood in a new world and the greatest act was to make you from longing
Loneliness understanding that knew with absolute assurance what ideal perfection he made you in what
Was His own likeness do you comprehend the thought the power of study the intenseness that formed
In the being of God a disturbance the gravity that weighed on his mind and heart to create the essential
Element that would outweigh all else that came before nothing else captured his imagination like you
Did everything else was as steps to this ultimate grand achievement we experience this wonder when
We are given children he was making himself a father nothing was spared he weighed the amassed
Fortune of all existence then He set forth to top it no expense was spared he took the very meaning of
Rapture Released its power blended emotional completeness from the depths of His being He employed
The unlimited resources of His own thoughts to give life that would be exceptional with such care a
Meaningful bright exuberant child was formed whenever you see your reflection you are looking at the
Final result what splendor is divulged extravagance defined limitation showered in the most precious
A bordered perfection it is filled and presses at all sides with more promise once released how do you
Still joy expressed love without reservation is of all things freeing as our own children they make a place
For themselves using all of our best qualities but quickly they surprise us by surpassing us they are all of
Us but even more and in our heavenly Father we are unconditionally given the opportunity for unlimited
Growth he truly is the sky is the limit all we achieve is with him in our vision he draws and pulls us forth
By His power if we would only open our minds and eyes to this how much failure and negative defeat
Would fall away without our true connection we are so easily swayed by the forces that are at odds with
Us here on earth that is their first success when they neutralize our relationship with our perfect parent
And father then the enemy of us all with contrivances that to us are spellbinding and such great loss
Occurs while we try to operate in the darkness that is his ungodly shadow such bright futures will be
Ours if we reconnect biblically what soundness with hope and joy would surge through our souls out
Through our bodies into such a rich life that would surpass any and all New Year resolutions
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
he held my hand
and he told me I was beautiful
he laid his frozen fragile hand
upon mine
allowing the melancholia
to crumble
he became my shelter
my safety,
my whole
he became my soundness,
my wisdom,
my home
and he came to guide my frame
causing my eyelids
to shut
and he told me we’d do this together
two taps
from a single silver spear
to each wrist was applied
he helped me
to make my truth
fade away
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
No amount of prayer to any deity could've prepared my pebble creek veins
or my rope burned hands
for the 40 days you'd test my levies and flood my port of thought
Your pull extinguished
every chance of navigating by the light of Polaris,
the soundness of my rusted compass heart
cannot weather the pull of your fingers in my hair
I used to sleep in my nail beds
before they were cut to stinging quick-
They say a sailor has no home but his letters
entwined in rope lattice to his bones
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
I remember when I was
thirteen and my aunt asked
if I had ever had my heart broken.
With the same tone of voice
I would have used if she had
told me to be safe on
my walk to school,
I said
my heart is indestructible.
Now I am afraid for my
life because they thought the
Titanic was unsinkable so
they drove it head on into
an iceberg and as the ship's
soundness was compromised
a number of the passengers were
so drunk that they decided
to stay on board.
I can only hope that when
I see an iceberg in my path I
will not let my hubris convince me
that I can handle it,
I can only hope that if
my heart begins to sink
I will not be so intoxicated with
my feeling of invincibility that
I do not try to save myself,
I can only hope that
when my ship goes down
I will not have made myself
so isolated that
there are no rescue missions
willing to find me.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
With whatever soundness of mind
I've got left
I will bind your pain
And level your being
So you may be whole again.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC