"sprits" poems
A dash of personality
Two teaspoons of wishfull thinking
A sprinkle of beauty
A sprits of humor
Is all you need
You'll fall in love an then you'll see
All you needed was a bit of conifidence
Of which you got from me
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
stars racing towards a planet to hit
way to dosed to focused on this ****
the waterfall runs of orange and pink
Way too distracted, can’t even think
The sprits are running through the walls
getting kicked out of class, now I’m dreaming in the halls
the rabbits, the fishes can’t come to a stop
getting way to blown, I’m in front of a cop
jet planes flying the opposite way
guess I should’ve taken this tab another day
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
We are thousand miles away.
Still I say,'stay away'.
People meet either because they are meant to be isolated or to be in their life forever.
We know we want each other,knowing that it won't happen.
Are you here to lessen my soreness and increase my my sprits. Let me tell you dear,I am in love and relationship with lugubrious. I am the most propitious and wealthiest person because I had had ever you in my lifetime, a cache.
What are we meant for?
For schism or forever?
When we are meant for nix,then let us not give each other unfulfilling expectations.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
To begin with,
We have YOU,
And we have Me.
And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US.
As well, we have:
SOGIES
Asexuals
Allies
Intersexes
Bisexuals
Lesbians
Gays
Homosexuals
Pansexuals
Queers
Straights
Heterosexuals
Gender Binaries
Afabs
Amabs
Agenders
Androgynes
Gender Blenders
Bigenders
Cisgenders
Cross-dressers
Drag Queens
Drag Kings
Enbies
Gender Dysphoria
Gender fluids
Gender Non-conformists
Gender Queers
Gender Variants
Non-Binaries
Questioners
Transgenders
Transitions
Transsexuals
Two-Sprits... and
LGBTQIA+
(Flora and Fauna?)
Does Genesis have anything right?
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 10:35 AM UTC
Beggars, I am
asking for clarity
inside our life journeys
from spirits guidance.
Mendicant I am
toward Source taking steps
to feel my inner self.
To release tattered veil of forgetting
so I know who I am.
Beggars, I am toward Sprits guiding voice
trying to grab hold of innocence
to ride waves of love
inside grace.
Beggars, yes Beggars
we all are divine and sacred,
possessing magical sparks within.
And once aligned in heart,
highway opens with no roadblocks.
Just endless possibilities to roam free
in world of grand realities.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
1 me trying something new +
1 you giving me a chance even though you didnt want to +
3 dates that brought us closer +
4 argument topics that tore us apart +
5 of our favorite positions for make up *** to bring us back together +
8 of our closest friends that keep us on our toes +
3 haters that do their job very well +
Our 2 sprits that apparently were meant to be
Gives me 27 reasons to love you more
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 3:59 PM UTC
Shadows Apon The Floor
Music within the air memories to
heal the bitter soul.
The sounds of the past come to life
in rock n roll.
The lights from the stage.
Cast ghost's of many.
Taking us all past the pressent.
To a perfect timeless age.
Nights of passion that exist evermore.
Casting the sprits magic.
dancing with the ghost's light's
casting shadows apon the floor.
Secrets of lovers and new best friends.
We kiss blindley taseting the magic.
For that moment all is real no
one pretends.
As the night flows like a curtain apon
a gentle southern breeze.
From the floor to the legend
this night does ease.
We write are own chapters all
ading in lifes book.
Regrets should be few.
For out of this night as much as we gave
we also took.
Hearts entangled memories forever
do we adore.
Dancing with ghosts of lovers past.
Keeping time with the shadows apon
the floor.
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC
Subdued and serene,
His eyes feast on the
Crowd gulping down
Their sprits with haste;
A sea of faces clinking
Glasses and ******* face—
Transparent beings who
Masquerade as Players,
Kings and Queens,
Sexpots and Swankers.
His kaleidoscopic
Mind captures their
Emptiness and
Art is born on canvas
Through his piercing
Gaze and careful
Paint strokes
Observing they
Who cannot observe
For themselves.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Hope escapes the sanity of subtle essence drifting in the wind...
long ago, fused to the memory of your love. Caressing a dark bitter heart abused by betrayal of familiar faces within beating life, mirroring its own. Corruption spews from those tender lips; releases its venom into rushing crimson. Clovers wilt at the sight of you, unaware your beauty is your confliction. What is a sight of beauty when morals lack, sprits tainted, Stars extinguished overtaken... by desire of ones own will to rewrite them against a higher beings will. Is it possible to rewrite stars? Is this destiny to deny a dream dreamed sweetly amongst the clouds an plucked for an instant the light rendered pure... manifesting darkness at ever turn? In the end, does the love I feel no matter how true really worth the heartache caused upon myself reflecting onto them? Shall I end this? Do I continue such a darkened path with no ending in sight. I crave these rusty chains turn to dust or the life drained from me.
Yesenia Acevedo
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Now morning had broken,
Everything is exposed
Our Passion,
No longer enclosed.
The thousand twinkling,
and winking eyes,
Of the night,
To sleep, they have gone.
But now,
The birds sing a sweet song.
The grass,
Covered with a diamond-dew.
The flowers,
Rise their heads,
With the sun.
The night is gone,
All is new.
A warm rain,
Will soon fall from the sky.
The sprits,
Tenderly kiss the earth,
Goodbye.
Morning has broken,
Sweetly,
And I think I'll stay with you
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
She follows you
Because you welcome her in
You send out fancy invitations
With calligraphic RSVPs
And wax stamped seals
You sprits them with the
Smell
of your heartbeat
And cradling arms
dare you not to risk
letting herself deny
The memory of “we”
Dare you not let any sense
Ever evoked be
Forgotten
You sit patiently in hand
With understanding and silence
With independence and *love
*
Secretly lusting
For the moment
She rests her delicate feet
Firmly at your door
And you open with
Satisfaction
There she is
Ever so fragile
With her tear stained face
Needing you
Making you feel worthy
Giving you her life
Her breath
Her body
that she unselfishly
Throws under you
For you
Dirtying linens
Where purity once lay
Taking your fill
Another piece of her empty
lonely soul
Weak fragile...and all yours
And you wonder why
She screams for you
You say she can't let go
Of course she can't darling
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Some days are good.
Some days are bad.
Someday make me happy.
And others really mad.
I know they don’t mean to break me
My sprits will always fly
But the words say hurt
And makes me want to cry
They love me, I know they do
They just want to help
But why can’t you?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
I want to write to save my life.
To put to rest what’s eating me up inside.
Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold.
I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long.
They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn.
Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
That's what they're calling me now.
I can't seem to produce their language.
But that's what the elder sprits
Have been calling me.
I guess it freaked them out at first lol
Sure as hell rocked my world..
But they see the stability resuming,
As I feel my strength return.
Now everyone wants to know what
I'm going to do next.
It's obvious, is it not?
When a shaman is having big big spirit troubles, then it's time to meet a smarter shaman. I've already been making calls.
A lot of people think I should check into a psychiatric ward. Maybe they're justified in thinking so. But this is burning in my chest. I will not subdue it under a blanket of antipsychotics. No..that would make me truly insane, or worse.. **** my heart with my body still trapping it.
No, my friends, this is a spiritual matter. A matter of heart and honor and such. Satan himself is the enemy
And we are on a mission from God
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Somewhere between the here and now lies a place forever, where I stand with you in the morning sun beside a waterfall and watch the river of creation flow gently to the sea .
To take you in the water like a nymph all dressed in dew , while our sprits soar to mountain tops to fly with eagles and climb with ewes . In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed , but no matter what you say of it it’s only what you feel .
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Words, stones and guns
Blood, sweat and tears
Life, death and sprits
We don't dare to fear
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
I love you, they're the hardest words to say
but the easiest to engage in mind, sometimes.
Deeply flawed man I am,
drowning in my images
my escape from reality
well, sometimes, sometimes
face it head on;
I love the ways your hair soothes the storm,
within, blasting the wolf from it lair, your
hand softens my tense frame, this
pen shakes.
I love your flaws, they seal my wounds and I too
can help seal and heal yours.
There is no but here,
it's from the heart, so take it
eat, and let's dance amongst the stars
as sprits of the animal night,
eternally;
I know it's sentimental
I can't help the way the woods made me,
carved out of clay, stay a little longer
make me happy, this is the way, lay
down and hold my hand as I slip,
I will grip yours when you trip -
Back into the mire, into the murk, we shall be together, forever
in these woods, two wolves amongst the sheep, howling at the moon,
is it ever too soon?
I don't think so, no.
Show me your heart -
I can take away the pain.
As I wane, I wane away in my ivory
tower - craned neck to the stars
I love you, don't explain -
I love you Yulia
no if's or buts,
no refrain.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
We are all free sprits all destin to roam And so, From our homes we leave again ,summoned by the heat and wind
In Sweat soaked shirts ,and with battle worn tools
Mother nature suffers no fools
Dusty boots that have been through hell. Chasing the embers as they fell.
Choking ash and thick grey smoke,getting the line in is our only hope
Single file we make our way ,through the day and into the night we are kindred sprits in this fight.
Some from near, some from far some are young , and some are old but in their hearts they are all green and gold.
If we pass on the line, a brief nod will be just fine , you are all my brothers and sisters, we are all of like mind.
With this i leave you there isn't much time don't morn for me because iam fine .iam the cool spring rain, the warm summer sunshine, just nod as you feel me bump up the line . my job is done here, it ended too quick, carry on my friend I got your six.
Bill Hamilton
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Tonight we will drink the old town dry
sprits high.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I wish i was,
I don't know why.
Sometimes i just want someone to understand,
To understand what i see,
To understand what i hear,
Understand i feel sometimes,
Witch is pain and always will be,
I act like nothing is bothering me,
That everything is OK when it's really not,
That is have no problems and joke about everything,
I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time,
When it comes to school
Or day dreaming,
But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am,
To see if my pain is real,
To let all the tears out,
To let the truth come out,
To show people i'm not as strong as i am,
In my world,
Sometimes i just want to let lose and run,
Run away in the woods and never stop,
Or just die,
Death pops up in my head most of the time,
But not as much as it should,
I wish i just tell people who i really am,
Or even show,
Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy,
Weird,
Strong,
Weak,
Powerful,
Worthless,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
And a million other words,
I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes,
Only five minutes,
And see how i feel every second of my life,
It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back,
I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels,
Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me,
Telling me what to do,
Telling me where to go,
What i should and shouldn't do,
Than go back,
Not to my life but to another world,
But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels,
And with people who understand,
Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain,
But I tell you now you can't,
You can't,
You just CAN'T
By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
For those who rise to seek the morning
Joyous airy sprits sing without words
A lyric tune so old
It tells of trees and the endless shifting sky
Warm earth and the clean dry whisper of grasses in the wind
Long before the restless hum of man
Drowned out the forever-song
And the rushing world forgot to listen
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
Show me O Lord
Where you yet abide
For no longer can I see
Without you by my side
Dark sprits and men
Have led me astray
A thousand times
Throughout my days
Your word is true
The only key
Twisted by men
More cleaver than me
I am too simple
And easily swayed
To keep up with the demons
That dance in my brain
Come to me Lord
And show me the Way
That I might rest assured
At the close of the day
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
stardust is where we began
and to where we return
souls outstretched
to grab that golden thread
we find ourselves
looking up for an answer
and yet that answer
lies within ourselves.
for we are as numerous as they are
and as exalted as they have been
our souls as inconceivable
our sprits as infinite as they
and though we lay
on this hallowed ground
our bodies desire to push outward
it is our choice
to be free
and our choice to love who we must
our freedom to glisten
as our burning, passionate counterparts
for when you look into someone else
don't you see the universe looking back?
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
I'm feeling hot in my cheeks.
As your fingers run down my arm.
Pulling me in .
My heart flutters.
You pull me in close , holding me tight.
Your hot breath is breathing on my face.
As you inch closer.
I'm saying "Baby I'm in love."
As you stand still staring at my eyes I start to cry.
You have so much soul .
Your eyes scream I care.
Your hands tell me you will always hold me .
Your heart tells me I will never be alone .
As we embrace each other the sun rises.
Frozen locking eyes.
Turning seeing the world
We run for a world outside ours
At the gate of heaven and hell.
We have to choose.
Heaven :where the angles sing
Hell: where the party is .
I know we can't be in either .
I turn to the horizon and see mid day
I take your hand.
We run for the forest.
Slowly we collapse to the ground covered form blood.
From the roses bushes.
From the sprits clawing tell us to come home.
Embracing, drenched in blood we die in each other's arm.
When our hearts stop beating the earth took our souls and gave them to rivers , sky's , plants , animals .
The roots cover us as the grass becomes a rich green blanket covering us .
To this day we run In the forest living, breathing.
Our souls stay wild , and free.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
I'm not fond of hospitals,
the sick, the injured, the dying;
nurses wearing gloves and masks,
catching bugs when I'm not trying.
But we have to pay respects,
to those we love and cherish;
to be there in body and in mind,
when they may sadly perish.
We have to stay quite cheerful,
to lift their sprits up;
to say they will get better,
to be there as they sup.
To make them laugh, not cry,
to encourage them each day;
while they are confined in bed,
till they're released one day.
But hospitals are my bane,
I can't get away too quickly;
from the things that one can catch,
by just visiting the sickly.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC