"sublimed" poems
*I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
Cavernous steps I'd put along,
in smoked hues of grey,
in clouded cotton.
Melting suns sublimed
o'er dew dropped leaves.
Romantic ballads
on every poets page,
passionate rain and fiery sun staged.
I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
While you play harmony,
on the harp.
Once like the wind played,
in my chestnut hair.
The tiptoe of the rain,
bringing childhood memories
of fresh mud alive.
I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
The solo they perform in cackles,
of the child nextdoor.
I remember the parched streets,
the thirst song of the kuckoo,
lips dry without you my love.
Oh! How I wish,
I could dance, the dance,
the raindrops danced.
To quench that thirst of rhythm,
My beloved I want to dance.*
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
I stare at your eyes and gather;
I close mine and wait:
the soft, yet vapid
on my lips, slightly open.
Yours cupped on my overlip.
The charged air, the sublimed space.
I close mine on yours,
and stay.
The comfort of overwhelmed.
We stay, please.
I push.
The warmth
of your every breath on
my philtrum:
you are with me, now;
I feel my bridge on yours
point it
and rest
on the vast, skin beside.
(carry me)
I run my thumb
on the smooth of your jaw,
the tender and sweet in
them lips
your delicate beauty.
Yes, dear:
I drown myself tonight
in your mouth.
We glow
in our little corner of the dark,
and starless sky.
Your brow loll on my forehead
your eyes gently unshut
looking
beyond the locked lips,
and the caressing chins,
on us.
Because.
My love,
more to tomorrow
and growing surround,
the ephemera of the night:
our lips,
inevitably,
will part.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
Dripping water from faucet of heaven
pierced down the sky of my realm.
Last dream.
The sound went tip tip for two seconds and rimose creeped on my poise.
A fakir without head told me on my abrupt attention
"Find the sun,my son."
Old ragged converse from the stinky corners slipped out and hesitantly told
"You can't walk with me. You selfish rant"
The path was smooth to bore the hell out of me
From dawn to dusk I was among the rainfall of misty fumes
Slowly I vapoured too.I was informed
By voice unsung
"The sun shines only behind the clouds"
The dripping memories from faucet of heaven creaked inside me
I sublimed in absence of myself and words came out "what for?"
The yellow ball of hot moraine bulbed out. The sun- it said, "What for"
The fakir without head spoke " the night is done"
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
In the soothing silence
Of the zealous nighttime
Losing all senses
To the seizure of lips sublimed
Raging as we were
Wondering how it would be
Spreading magic with ease
With a bare luscious kiss
Drenched in the ocean
Of endless desires
The look in your eyes
Puts me on fire
How can I miss?
It’s my ultimate wish
Pleasant touch of bliss
A midnight kiss
Compelled in the serenity
Of the touch together
Let this midnight kiss
Release our souls forever
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
What life does
A butterfly see
Pretty black
Fleeting eyes
Butterfly vision
Unquenched love
For flower's colored vista
Though I expect
They often think
They are solely
Living a short life
Only eating and pooping
Defined as
Caterpillar forever
Or, does their mind
Metamorph also
Now, it's little brain
Like the angel's
Holds thought to fly
Released to drift free
Astonished to rise
Chasing flower's nectar
Until too dark to see
Or bloom unrevealed
Anyway, as it is
Seen by you and me
A soaring glory
Of handiwork divine
Absolutely
A life sublimed
© 2017 Jim Davis
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Steel rimmed spectacles
The fog is going to **** me
Brakes fail
Endless thoughts
A cut
So deep that my fear sublimed
drenched in sorrow
halcyon as ever
A myriad of mistakes
I have to compromise
because of my repugnant taste
I have to slaughter
my cashmere and its owner.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Desperately nervous
When grasping the coherence
Of the wisdom eye
I feel a small presence
Revealing endeavors
Of a cautioned mind
After a long night
Repetition and circulation
Memories sublimed.
I listened to your voice your change
Intense and mysterious
Sad and strange
Evocation of the choice
Sometimes these words possess
The power to destroy
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
A glass of sun,
The circumference of the world,
the entire infinity.
The deep brown,
Warm umber,
Quiver and smirk.
Between two chasms,
Dark like the space-deep,
Shattered like starlight
Leaping off shards
Of white glass
All singing stars
And glass shattered off-white.
The width of a circle,
A soul locked within
A perfect deep-
Within a glance pained
By sublimed, sustained silence.
The width of a circle,
A soul sealed within
A perfect deep-
Therein a soul stained by
Touch,
By memory,
By touch,
By memory.
The frames of a face.
A soul sealed within a perfect sleep.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I walk by the moon
Writing a threnody
Of the ubiquitous sublimed anger
Of the unkempt souls
My words are passing on
From one line to another
These phases are scattered
Like dandelion seeds
The zephyr diverting my attention
A pleasantly small plethora of emotions
Over flowing
With the tide
My mind ebbing to drown away
Like a sycophant
Unconsciously corrupted.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Love of our times in prism tense
Transcending through space on disparate lands
Canned in white of flickering sight
Split unto fractions in barren light
Bluer than blue invisible hue
Lesser tinge be warmed in view
Meadow canvas of stars unveil
Redder than red unspectral hue
Lesser tinge be passion due
Scorching dreams escape in lieu
When rain meets sunshine colors flee
Cascading shades send forth in glee
Beckoning rainbow arc unfurls
Emitting its glow on our pensive worlds
Immersed in splendor we relish
Sublimed in arc of love we cherish
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Your ego is just an illusion.
pain; just let it pass by.
live by the moment
and savor your time.
critics walls your maze
so be it, seize, get by.
regrets could pull you off
momentum backfires;
just when you reached success,
you face your bid of decline.
and when we give in to pleasure
reality check is sublimed.
Your ego is just an illusion
wake up establish your stable.
It's the years that will reveal.
truth's harsh, and is inevitable.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
Half our bodies oxygen,
by mass.
Transfermium Wars- who knew?
elemental naming controversy,
my new favorite war.
Americium-241 in your smoke detector,
alpha emitter, ionizing ****
Dual atomic clocks- Ytterbium lattice-
understanding would taint this fun.
(Apparently there is a Time and Frequency
Division somewhere).
Solid to vapor- if only we sublimed
our way home, though maybe better
suited for air signs. An earth sign, myself,
sticking to terra dirtus.
2, 8, 20, 28, 50, 82, 126- the Magic
Numbers in physics- full nuclei,
like full bellies- maybe our magic years too...
'cept for 126- unless you're a Galapagos tortoise.
Manganese blackening bulls in Lascaux.
Plumbum latin for lead, ala plumbers and their pipes
of yesteryear.
Fire and brimestone actually fire and sulfur,
still wrathful, though I always
imagined brimstone as being a
damning brick falling.
You won't be synthesized, maybe never discovered,
yet we sense you near, proposed metal,
silvery white and ghosting....
119.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
The prime, sublimed
In the ambience
Of time
The seductive spectrum
Of rays, find its way,
To shine
The greens of the oak
The forest pines, bow
To their shrine
The creatures, the preachers
The four-legged, the two-legged
Teachers
Roam this dome
This earth, our world
We call it home...
©sim
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
Love lined
In 4/4s and 3/5ths
Off tone but sublimed
Hunch right to see ya'
Like the leaning tower of Pizza
inclined to take ya out for pizza
Looking like a mona lisa look a alike
But they got you mistook
You're your own woman
The best alive in my book
The best in my life understood me
Never took me for granted
Instead she planted a seed in me
Watch me grow, grant wishes infinitely
Sowed love but never sold love, give that away for free
Grow above the traumas facing me
We can grow above the traumas
Plain to see we can grow above
Whats pained us to be human
Its not all slayer and doom in
This world. Theres beauty in humanity. In you and me.
I can see the beauty in you
Hope youll be able to see whats plain
to see
The divine beauty within your deeds
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I catch myself quoting poetry to be written
and I do I wonder, am I that crazy
are my religious endeavors all in vain
will I have Romans banging on my back door
I know art is my fix
I have nearly done them all
just not keen on pottery
or chipping at marble with tools
I am more of a cerebral man
made of music and rhythm
I write for the love for it
so not just for isms
Oh come my gentile folk
I don't do it for a dime
some of my babies
will one day be sublimed
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I cried for joy
That wasn't mine
I found the tears
In love sublimed
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 11:44 AM UTC
Among the dancing daffodils
And there above in the milky way.
In all rhymes of Wordsworth
And in all of the Shakespeare's play.
"YOU" and "I" sublimed into us.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
But deceptive blood-robed pomegranates
With their piteous decay, and sullen seeds
Packed as kids’ taut skins in sand-tinted crates;
With bloom, with ruin, and sweet as reeds
Them reeds naught know of plain parched mourn
As wails it and yields to their illiterate lips;
As stumbles then snakelike out— thin and worn.
Begotten unwanted, poorly fathomed, forgotten wisps
Of old, odourless leisured hours,
That scrubbed, so gruntled, and scratched the fruit.
Then white silks soft within parched blue days;
And no heirs birthed, sublimed the flowers.
Touch it; the crumple and crêpe is not yet soot
If it could bleed, it could bloom alive, ablaze.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC