"spites" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some memories haunt us to the grave---they never fade:|
I put the space
mere a distance
and air to redeem
for the desk to choke the
fogging steam
heavy unspoken glares of things untold a gleam
nears and approaches some spites that repeat
if walls at least could shout could scream
lines would be spit to the ultimate some tense perched
meant on bits of merged
known subtles
left on the bottles
shaped from knuckles
inherited not chuckles
reds on the addicting muffles
------ravenfeels
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
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Have prayed and praised and fasted,
And have done all what one knew to do.
Still sick, jobless, barren or indebted,
One would be wondering what anew
Is to be done more, for a miracle
To happen and dislodge one's obstacle.
Are God's ears deaf, one may think,
Reasoning if his eyes are not blind?
For how could he allow one to sink
In the sea of sorrow, if he is kind
Indeed to every member of his creatures
On earth, whom he daily nurtures?
Yet, the Lord is faithful forever
Despite the many spites of one's life.
Though one may not now be as that feller
Rich, hale and hearty, or like that nymph
Heavy; yet God shall the situation turn
Around. To every even, there must be a morn.
He that for compassion wholly a widow's
Mount of debts leveled and gave progeny
To Sarah and Anna, who alone windows
In heavens made and healed grave infirmity.
Christ can this dead raise and cause that dry
Bone to live again; no pain escapes his eye.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
A maze meant
Loving You
Across
Space and Time
Direction spites
Crossroads
Hello. I am here
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
the clock spins on down
time rollin on
hear the dead slouch through the darkness
the light yonder
aint one of dawn
its a burning
a burning in the souls
of man woman and child ever born
to see what shouldn't be seen
to do what shouldn't be be done
man has always been this way
nothing will draw a bigger crowd
than the forbidden fruit
than the pain of another human being
than the most perverse things
mankind's perverse mind can think of
the clock spins on down
time rollin on
age of man being able to destroy himself
the clock of doomsday
is always five minuets to midnight
they have chemical weponds in syria
they have nukes in north korea
aint no grave big enough
aint no funeral pire hot enough
for mans petty spites
for mans thirst for blood
we can put a man on the moon
we can spend billions for a war on drugs
but we dont spend a dime to stop mans fascination with
his own destruction
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
i've watched 677 fortnights,
and got bored 'til 678th came.
today i might see the merry lights,
dance, as it tells me it's strange name.
show wonders; of depths and heights,
no blunders, just spectacle or same.
to clear and flush all those petty spites,
watch betelgeuse get engulf with flame.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
When the seas cry to the sky
To say they've been fouled by blood,
It has been said that the rain will reverse to take it away.
Where it rains,
I have been there.
I have seen the black's glare
I have learned not to care.
When the ice breaks
And the darkness falls in,
It has been said that the ice will seal it in the unholy depths.
Trapped under the ice,
I have been there.
I have seen the black's glare.
I have learned not to care.
But I brought a cover from the storm,
A pick for the ice.
Because I am not there.
But I have been there.
And the black calls me back,
It glares,
It's stare spites.
So I must find a flame.
To meet the black's sight.
I have been here,
There,
Then,
And now.
And I plan to leave.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
She spites the talk
She hates the mock
but I mean no harm
it was a funny charm
she hated the way
I made words sway
She found it bad
Why are we so sad
She laughs no more
No smiles those decor
its sadly funny that WE are No More
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
By Arcassin b & wolfspirit
AB: Vanilla covered skin in different measures,
Crawling over your despair,
Desperation spites all in this tiny hour,
Only tiny cause the little hand won't move,
Watching all of the failures improve,
Then in the process creates a better you,
Don't move,
Just stay with me,
Smile for the camera,
I can't tell with the blank stares,
Your lack of confidence says you don't care,
Cute smile with the dyed red hair,
Every strand,
Every second,
I'm learning all your imperfections,
Can you at least just wait a minute for the close-up,
Every flaw,
And every lesson,
We usually have similar passions,
WSFQ : caramel coated crossover conversions
life teaching love to talk
love showing life the reality
daydream dilemma, my sweet inspiration
social status and lowly station
time ticks and tocks
on the streets and in the bedrooms
down the dark hall of when
to the end of that tunnel
where there is light
oh, but wait!
is that an oncoming train?
is passion clashin' with the latest fashion?
jump steady, rock a roller
hip hop backstreets and coca cola
this is where we separate the soda pop
from the Hennesy.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
The shadows bring a certain comfort
That spites one to hide from the light
that bares ones weaknesses
and cancerous thoughts
That consume and copulate
And duplicate, and destroy
the very depths
of the mind.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
Love like it was brand new*
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our slights
Take me in your warm arms
Let me feel the heart I long for
Forget the words that cut our souls apart
Hold my world up one more time
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our flights
tomorrow the let pain come
But tonight, let that ring stand for somethin again
I just want to hold you tangled up
crawl up inside you one more time
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our spites
Let it crash and burn in the morn
but give us that chance to bring it all back
Touch my soul again as if it were brand new*
As clear and full of hope
as the day I left heaven
and fell for you
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:29 AM UTC
I will ask, but I dare not speak;
for to hear my own words would break me.
Where I cannot go I send my heart;
and in those places he finds not
what the soul seeks.
As the lofty dreamer leaps out into the grey hazed dusk
I call after him; to cry out for his safe return.
Treading the black waters of the devil's sea
called resentment, he spites me as the tow drags him down.
If ever he should return, another request
like this I will not make.
Treasure unfound is not worth
the loss of the heart.
I must ask, and be shattered
by my plea.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
I died the time when love was born.
I died, you see, I died.
If there's one thing that ever kills,
That thing is love inside.
'Cause feelings plain and simple spent
Are sane to be rejected.
A thing or two to show the scar -
Death in love was stated.
For when was it considered true?
For when, I ask, for when?
That those who loved be rendered spites
In view of love's content?
I died, I say, I died again;
The words are pale in meanings.
I died deceived, misled, forsaken
My heart's bound up believing.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 5:04 AM UTC
They look strong
With their concreteness.
Facing every storm
With an undaunted resilience.
They never bow down
Nor do they bend.
They just carry on
Like a tough hand.
The passersby marvel
at its beauty and stand.
Ignorant of all
That goes behind.
Who knows what storm
They fight inside.
Life ticks away
And it spites itself quiet.
It stays strong
Deceiving our eyes.
It hides a story
Behind its tough walls.
Every house is a father.
Who comforts you in its arms.
And like the old man
Leaves you with its rusting walls.
A house isn't a house.
It's a soul you never carry.
And a body that
You can never possibly bury.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our slights
Take me in your warm arms
Let me feel the heart I long for
Forget the words that cut our souls apart
Hold my world up one more time
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our flights
tomorrow the let pain come
But tonight, let that ring stand for somethin again
I just want to hold you tangled up
crawl up inside you one more time
Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our spites
Let it crash and burn in the morn
but give us that chance to bring it all back
Touch my soul again as if it were brand new*
As clear and full of hope
as the day I left heaven
and fell for you
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
I want you to know
that you cannot have me.
We are third-world countries
apart.
Our views are different;
yours – passionate,
mine – practical.
You hear beautiful music
in the noisiest place; whereas
that same area
disturbs me.
Where you see opuntias,
I see prickly spines
waiting
to pierce my
shield of sensibility.
Your sanguinity spites me,
yet it resounds from within—
a dreamer’s echoes in my veins.
Nonetheless, you have taught me,
guiding me through my
self-inflicted stress.
Your persistence has
deprived me of
pessimism, so
I thank you.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I was born in 93
in a town I don't remember.
A place I never see
on the boarder of Luxembourg,
Bitburg Germany.
I was always running away.
ready to explore, always something to say.
Having no fear at 5, throwing tantrums
when things weren't right.
I've hurt, but I know my hurt doesn't compare
I've struggled, but I know my struggle doesn't amount
I've prayed, but I know my prayers are quiet.
I've looked in the mirror, frustrated with what i see
thinking that through a perfect body I would be free
I've lied to myself, trying to climb to somewhere I've never been
hoping to escape the reality of what was and will be
I've given my heart away
looked to the sky looking for refugee
hoping the sky will give me peace.
I've slept through pain
when I felt the heart break and ache.
I've had troubles breathing when
my emotions take control.
I breathe knowing I can breathe out hate
and breathe in peace.
I lost myself in another person,
when i know we aren't right.
I fight and I fight.
I don't know whats wrong with me
why I fight and he spites me.
I've felt my control slip
and my reason come 2nd.
20 still searching and breathing
still fighting for my dreams.
hoping I will live in harmony
in peace..
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
"Everything has an equal and opposite reaction"
Your absence spites my lungs
Her beauty subverts my patience
Your side-effect undermines his charm
But your pain doesn't equate mine
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
shade bleeds a velvet texture
stretching far and wide
strides to smother
clawed hands grasping thread
rip apart layers to shed
bear the stains of men
rise and swagger free
struggle to breathe
steps in spites deceit
skipping stones of jaded debris
trail of tears, a sculpters need
vacant rows of burdened clay
broken back, bent to gather neat
harvesting the last belief
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
rain here by ransomed
drafts from warmer
continents
my space is chaffed
by the hidden soil
trailed from used
oceans
i, see
a stranded twirl
of stone pesce tail
still magic
despite miles
despite age
spites my eyes
spites vanity
bites
me
there. i am beguiled, so stand,
as i too wear into sand
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
She wants to tear us to pieces for the audacity of it all.
**** us to hell, but still remain a Christian.
And the rant! Each day, her rage, a lance laced in bitterness.
And I can not speak to the contempt, she holds me in,
for some imagined slight, loving her to exhaustion, as she screams, I know,
You have something to do with this!
She is brilliant in that blind way of the highly dysfunctional.
She is bright colors on beautiful days, when she smiles,
the room to dreamy notes of yellow sun.
Some days she takes down, bleary notations in her diary.
Get the hell out of here...buy cat food...eat fruit.
Some days she writes long articles, to the institutions of oil,
sharply upbraiding & filled with wisdom.
Today she is a small branch, gnarled in a rib hug.
She has misplaced something that she believes was stolen.
She claims the devil spites her mind, but she is too smart to listen.
An old acquaintance drops by with cupcakes.
She opens the door and greets them, in perfect intelligence.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Pain, the wrinkles of the heart,
Masks of sadden faces,
Moaning the souls within
To fight battles invisible
Building that to be pulled down,
And owning that which never was
I call it brokenness,
A shattered mirror reflecting,
Pieces of our tattered spirits
We choke on our own tears,
Drowning in pools of laughter
By angry faces that wish to burry us
So, tonight, our eyes shall then shut,
Our minds replaying their wicked smiles,
And our ears looped on their spites
For the battle is lost,
A blackened sun behind veils of sorrow
Sold into chains of our enemies
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
There's nothing left to heal
though most of pathetic anixety feel
no longer love would be rotten
quite after you betray.
all i do is screm to myself
Everything, Doing everything I can,
It's all about part of my pride...
but, i hate to say I'm proud
still i say, do you hear my echo aloud...
Which type of mesh is it?
too much lye between in pain,
nobody beware it's vain.
for these pleasure SCARS,
i never ment to spites...
i went out of my insane
heart felts torn apart
too much bad at goodbye...
Need to take off "circumstances"
wishing for time machine
to change the past of we
yet it hasn't built...
no magician can do or so
do i shut up? god !
-clean up all the mess
"Lit, the flower
Dare to expell the fake,
SHE'LL back with the asthethic face"
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Walking in my shoes.
Is only selfishness.
With a foot that,
Fallows
Failure.
Flotsam too and fro.
For now I.
Am only past,
and weary Crucible.
For You my friends, outstretched
Your hands.
Which I did swipe away.
When ever you would stand with me.
To draw me too the light.
For with your hands.
Did find me Led.
Me,
throughout the night.
And such of this,
A heart of stone.
That turns all hearts to Lead
Finds i built
A
chilly home.
With winds to reck
And waste away
For I did swear to hate
And then too this
My road of Vice
Forever on my own.
With a heart
Of stone
With a heart of ice.
Devined of the furies
As liberties alite.
To give up truths
Tributes all
And all my little spites.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC