"suchlike" poems
At the tip of your tongue,
o' love, so much I can taste-
the taste of your love.
My dry lips that call,
those licks of words.
You come to my mouth,
as it's theme song!
_For as you are my darling companion,_
_shall I find myself in you,_
_as I rest under his strong embrace._
_My lover of his brightest eyes,_
_are like sun kisses to my face._
As gentle as the gazelles,
and all their delicate deer,
my love for you shall arise.
I will embrace the touch of
both our wettest skins.
Stuck close to the grips
of your sweetened lips.
Close to feel the gnashing of
perfect teeth.
_Come away from me-_
_my mightiest lover._
_Your touch for me is much._
_You are the glee to my heart,_
_held down by your love-_
_on this scented bed spread._
_By suchlike a touch so rough._
Your beautiful eyes of their worship,
as with a strong voice of prayer.
I shall plant within you,
of what more words show.
And shall we together,
be of one flesh, and
bone of bone.
To our spirits to connect
of their souls.
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
Because often there are icy roads,
Icy roads coated with darkest ice,
They can make vehicles slip & crash,
All slip not only out of the icy roads,
But even into each other they collide,
These call for going slow in Oslo,
'Cause reasons suchlike prevail.
Neither snow chains can help much,
Nor being an expert driver help you,
No other thing is going to help you..
Help yourselves & others too,
Just go slow in Oslo...
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
■ i ■
made a
castle in
the sand
■ a cathedral made ■
■ of dust • i thought ■
■ it great, so very grand ■
■ my motivations just ■
i sculpted flying buttresses • and
placed angels in its wings • there
were stained glass windows • and
other suchlike things • i labored at
it all the day • other duties set aside
but all my work was carried away
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
■■■■■■■ I considered not the tide! ■■■■■■■
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016
Reposted 12/21
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Through voracious eyes devotees, peruse writings, clever literature all styled to thoughtful poetic ways
eloquently, exposing wounds of body and soul, discovered distrust, anger much regret, sadly even fear,
thereto shortcomings in life, of people, their actions, loves and lies promulgated in illuminating phrase.
Technology endows contributors with outlets for venting suchlike occasions using artistry is here.
Passionate poignant experiences most well written, some not are duly shared to attracted communal eyes.
declarations of 'I have cared so much I'm wounded mortally', some bask in lost or unrequited loves last kiss,
several employ inner strength 'whatever happened, I don't care, I'm resilient, I survive', shared with poetic pride
concise verses rework obvious reminders, may motivate suggestion that opportunity shouldn't be missed.
Modest words abundantly profound begin remarks that reassures, with the - I'm here for yous'- symbolic embrace,
in support it is written, 'I know what you mean' and from a great distance - empathise, but I have little to say.
Health issues aren't fixed by artistic pennings, only face to face professional advice forms the strongest base,
Writings from the poetic inner self may become positive steps, for futures not, staring in depressions face.
Much is written with sensitivity oft-times is judged by content, overlooked is why and how it is composed.
For instance suicide educes fear however. dubiety invites, is it fiction or truly despair?
Writing as an art observes, describes, creates imagery, of sadness and joy, escapism, fictional or no.
Poetic creators who web-wide commune through stories, thoughts, secrets, ideas, dreams, let the poetry be shared .
Poetry www Michael C Crowder 12th January 2019 @scorsby
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
I love myself for who I am,
Because I am suchlike,
Such a wonderfully positive guy.
I am still determined to chase it,
But she has abandoned it,
Such a beautifully difficult dream.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
Silence will not do, but does.
Datura are in bloom below
equatorial divide,
or is it above?
Nevertheless, I smell them
just as moon rises.
That is how I know.
"No understanding of this,"
says an upside down bat,
who I've named Plato.
We enjoy our cave dwelling,
clamminess included.
Visitors suchlike the snake and mosquito down here, get eaten
by he and I.
Venturing out isn't required.
Distinction between shadows
and puppets to us are visible.
Our senses are keen.
We can turn our heads around.
Still, we stay in the cave.
For all our nutrition comes to us.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
She dreams to stargaze
Like they once had
Lasso the moon
As they believed they could
Kiss - suchlike lovers
And upon every night, rest in his shoulder
when it was every bit as sweet
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
Light unloosens itself. Space slackens.
A figure of a shadow I have conjured before
anonymous eyes. Lapping up the waiflike bleakness
of their elliptical faces.
I must teach the trees to let go
of autumn, and relegate spryness to the hearth
of cold without merit, this slow, claiming mutiny
with its face-oval peering through windows multiplying
lovelessly, a crunch of a leaf, suchlike, flourishing
in peerless company. Before me, the sound of footfall
preparing to make sense, a rotunda of bell – that movement
of somebody done for, so ****** the scald welt of ******
the belch of the world like a pore clearing its squalor.
Or the toppled verdigris of gull.
Autumn’s greater extension, the abeyance, smilingly
a facsimile of crowds – its roads adorned with laburnum
singeing through the morning’s cauldron, a waft of bald terrain
inflamed, drawing with absence
a crippled drip of rain back into the world’s dim address.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Tell me what happened,
What happened to the two of us?
What went so wrong,
Tell me if you know.
What you took offence at,
Have I said something so wrong,
Why have we separated both our ways,
Tell me if you happen to know,
What happened to the two of us?
Breaking away everything like this makes no sense,
There was no secret that was let to remain from each other,
Then how come I am silent, how come you are silent,
Why something suchlike happened,
Tell me, come tell me.
Such a trivial issue has blocked our way,
What happened to the two of us?
Why did you - why did I walk away,
Come tell me what happened to both of us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Why are we so apart,
Smiling on the surface,
Sinking to the bottom then?
What happened to the habit of telling each other every single thing,
What happened to the attitude of blowing away our differences?
How did such cool attitudes change,
How did such a tiny issue broke us apart?
What became of that positive nature,
Why such small issues bothered us?
What secret do you keep in your heart?
Tell me-tell me, tell me-tell me,
What's wrong between the two of us?
C'mon, now c'mon,
Just tell yourself why you gave up,
Why did you give up?
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
it can be a difficulty
with feelings, indications,
suchlike and endlessly.
climbing the gate
was easy, the walk
slipped the slate
higher.
us in wellingtons
and ballet shoes,
decided against
ambition. war time
traps, climbed back
the gate again.
another day will
do for such meanderings.
sbm.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
The waves welling
Up my throat
My stomach full with doubt
Constipating despair
Irritated by questions
As my brain can't comply
My reasoning sick
And the rhetorics
Driving me crazy on what
Is the real deal here.
Who am I?
Why me?
Why all the struggle?
Then purpose drops
But the questions still
Remains unanswered
Bewildered at how people
Push through suchlike
Waves
And why?
You know yesterday
I actually found a card
He once sent me
Then reading I discovered,
He saw that coming
Us breaking up
"We may not be making each other aware of our feelings often, but the love we share, is beyond the day to day expressing...
Its a feeling that our hearts have taken for granted forever."
Am not sure what I
Feel anymore
Should it be joy
That he hoped that even though now
We might part ways
That later we will reunite
Or he saw that even though
Our love was true
It was forbidden and
The only way out to
Protect both our hearts
Was to break the bond and hurt
To nurse it all our lives.
Its hard to keep breaking
Through when all I can do
Is try keep up!!!
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
Children
Give us so much...
Let them be
Our teachers.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
the eyes of the city stare back
while i stargaze at them—
yellow, orange, and white scattered around.
they only flicker at my eyes' blink.
and the gaze of the city pierces my heart.
right past the wispy fog of its cold embrace,
right past the silent cries of the eerie night,
right past the waning hopes for a better tomorrow.
the city's mountainous terrain is swathed
with haze, as always—a night
suchlike an endless table
where a giant card is lain.
not five of clovers, nor an ace of spades,
not even a King of hearts.
but a thousand diamonds!
one removed from the standard deck,
stashed with the box and the jokers,
where ironically there is no laughter
but judgment.
i stood there from nightfall to daybreak,
trying to read my future,
hoping to find you in it.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
I'm a plain brown sparrow
but I'd like to sing
please, don't frighten me away
for I'm a wild thing
though my hollow bones are broken
the voice ain't in the wings
I'm a colt, just standing up
sometimes my knees shake
sometimes I leap and frolic
sometimes I'm not awake
but my spirit is intact
and it will
*never break
let me sing a song to you
I may have to weep
but it will sound within you
deep calls out to deep
let my melody surround you
the words will never lie
though your own heart
break within you
and you may have to cry
it's a tune for singin'
in a rainy sky*
Wednesday's child is
full of woe
suchlike I was born
I've been on earth to suffer
worldweary
and forlorn
always needing to be loved
ever the foresworn
but I never gave it up
I knew someday I'd win
like a glove,
this thing called love
becoming vice and gin
I searched for it all without
BUT FOUND IT
WITHIN
[chorus]
BRIDGE:
I found my answer in The Lord
in Him I abide
I found out the answer
was on the
INSIDE
true love is not a mirage
because
true love never hides
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/12/2017
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Tea stained tea cups are what fills my cabinets,
as well as my heart.
All of my best memories are with those stained cups
Sitting with the warm sun to my face,
fresh crisp summer air runs through my lungs.
Its another ******* day, and all I want is some hot tea.
It's sad to say that's the best part of my day.
I want something else to make my day,
Something a little bit more complex
I'm not fully dead inside, Because my tea fills me up.
The warmth lifts my mood off from the floor.
The taste is bittersweet; suchlike myself.
some days, I think my tea is the only thing
that can't upset me or let me
down.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
When it is past 2 A.M. we have no use for reason.
compose the current of the body and listen to its brunt
when to be X-ed for falling, hide within its sallow coordinate.
gun the engine. Let the smoke brag about our
distance suchlike a probative burden.
away from here is the loveliest day
it’s definitive to quit a resolution:
no more of waste / shelter may mean a contrast between
most days alone and some days with
a dignifying versus --- when it is finally done,
see me through a jaundiced eye|
a hand labored from, exhausted and besieged|
no longer someone’s your conflicting a possible
afterlife this one, and another one --- else between a rock and
a place leaden
your heart downed by its tending to prove
what object you have no use for.
you like the sound of this, don’t you?
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
The absurdity of modern poets.
They don't use the rhyme scale,
But they use many cuss words.
And they think writing suchlike,
They look cooler than their peers.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
I can keep writing suchlike & better too,
Only if so chosen by my darling you,
And plain verse it would be cute.
I can bring the stars to earth too,
Only if wished so by just you,
And I will let flow my love.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
There was a place,
T'is now unseen.
A land of beauty, music, green.
Within this land there lived a race;
Peopled with splendor was this place.
Creatures aplenty and, many, unique.
Disparity flourished among the locale,
But still, one did lingre,
She was quite peculiar;
In a word, pariah.
Wings of gilt crimson,
Eyes of azure,
Garbed in deep sable,
Skin, quite pastel.
Her manner was somber,
Her features, suchlike.
The Denizens largely
Avoided her hovel
With whispers of
Scurrilous rumors and lies.
This maiden of difference
Was truly of naught.
All she had wanted
Was simply forgot.
Outcast and lonely,
She turned towards the night.
Of this event
I speak of with fright.
She called forth the demons,
Aglow with their hate.
Such terrible power
Will not satiate.
And so she rose, the Darkest Queen;
Bourne of Madness, pale and lean.
She hath no mercy, only flame,
which can be stopped by naught, else name.
She holds her sceptre with guarded shame,
and, since her crowning, knows only pain.
The Darkest Queen, our only fate,
Rose from Man, torn; Insane.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
Knelt down
weeded the flower bed
in the cloister garth,
orange brick walls
waist high
shadows in the cloister
where the sun
could not touch,
intrantes autem
in domum Dei
so I did
that first time in 68,
smell of baked bread
and incense
and aged brick
and sight of cloisters
in moonlight,
Domine da mihi
castitatem et nondum
Augustine said
I thought likewise
but never said,
she cupped me
with her soft fingers
and tongued me
in her dark room,
Hugh thin faced
grim featured
eyed the breviary
chanted the Latin text
beside me
I copied
best I could,
partecipare alla
vita di Dio
the Italian monk said
as we mended
broken fences
by the far grounds,
George read
the day's text
in practice
must be clever
Dom James said
clear as a bell's tone,
Twice armed
if we fight with faith
Gareth said in Greek
quoting Plato
twice armed
fighting with faith
or suchlike
he added
seeing my
incomprehension,
have me
she said
in whisper
soft breath
whiskey soaked,
rope between hands
rough against skin
bell pulled as bell tolled
vibrated loud
in ear's fold
and hold.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC