"suspire" poems
The Iron Horse can still saddle this Coach,
Whose Extract nourishes the Children he trains:
One the Golden Girl; The Other a Hodge,
Transpose to the Miracle-Boy remains
Two-Scores-and-Four his Dedication baits,
Like Tunes based to emasculate them both
Here in the Pillow-Jungle Success does wait
Bending limbs into Sport; Then promotes their Growth
What Circus! Said the Lame Artist envine
Yet in Prayer begs him to join the Fray
He looked at his Pearls; And saw that they Shine
Which, suspend, trained his Boon-Dogs to obey.
Hence, to Devotion his Shoes retire
Partner and Career; In Big Thanks suspire.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
[*I can only survive my life in two ways;
wasted by the fire of my gratification,
wasted by the fire of my longing.*]
Love had just woven my
intolerable shirt of flame, this
bedazzled blouse betwixt
an area brimming with smoke
and my own heart.
this consuming flame...
the flame that fuels itself with
my everything.
I am a sorceress at the stake.
I feel the fire sear
into my skin,
destroying the weak,
frail covering
to my body,
disseminating to parts
I didn’t know
existed.
The torment is utterly
consuming.
Everything within me,
every ounce of strength
that remains, struggles to
shed this shirt of flame.
[This devised torment
by love Herself.]
Yet, the blazing fire
is frantic for my body.
The flames
cling to me,
fast to my skin,
like you have
...and do
...and will.
We suspire the smoke from the flames which
destroy all that surrounds us;
it becomes a part of us that
our bodies will never be able
to discern...
to notice...
to erase.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
Shimmering stars above your head,
Invigorating wind rippling through your clothes,
Strapping waves hitting the shore,
Astonishing music emerging from the violin..
But then i wake up,
I wake up and everything disappears
How is that possible? A place that means so much to you disappearing so swiftly..
I truly wanted to live in that moment
I truly wanted to stay there forever and ever..
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
You hear the vocals of my pores
Calling out for your ecstasy
Baby, will you answer me?
Annihilate my suspire
I'm craving for you to sojourn your lips unto my dermis
Floating in passion, your love takes me higher
With annimalism
Your death grip on my waistline severely quenches my skin
I feel your thunder storming on my frame
Being pounded by my waves
Of this flash flood you made
I NEED YOU
To come and swim deeply into my ocean
Contain my legs from this uncontrollable wavely motion
Surf my waves at each convulsion
Your breath trickles down my spine
You haven't even reached your peak yet
And I have came here
And
Came
4
Times
This visit, I do not regret
I WANT YOU
To make love to me
Like there is a war outdoors
With nature and valley
A war between temptation and flesh
But wait
Not just yet
Because your cinnamon skin
***** my tongue passionately*
Constantly
I melt, into a puddle
Full weight on the floor
That you lick up until no more
I travel my lips up and down your masculine build
You feel my exhaustion
Invading your spine
Interrupting your concentration
At this hour, in this moment
You are mine
And I am yours
Finally tasting those lips I've always adored
My succulent tongues takes a moment and travel down your chest
Leaving my mist dwelling on your buff
Down to the strong man hood you possess...
You grab my neck
As you explore the soft walls
Of my saturating portal
Your head inclines back in full relieve
As I continually, savagely feast
You then explode in great fury
We collapse as if an earthquake violated our terrain
And then we lay....
But,
This is not the end
Welcome, to foreplay
With gratitude, your excitements hardens
And your eyes paint me, you feel extremely lucky
You begin to fill your lips with thanks
But NO
Baby don't thank me
*Just **** me*...
Copy Right 2013
©Patty Ann
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Chisto è 'o ritratto e chiste so' 'e capille:
na ciocca 'e seta nera avvellutata.
E cheste songo 'e llettere: cchiù 'e mille;
lettere 'e 'na guagliona nnammurata.
Ngiulina se chiammava sta figliola
ch'è stata 'a primma nnammurata mia.
Trent'anne sò passate... Mamma mia!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, 'na faccella 'e cera,
'nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
Teneva sidece anne e io diciotto.
Faceva 'a sartulella a 'o Chiatamone.
Scenneva d' 'a fatica 'mpunto ll'otto,
e mm'aspettava a me sotto 'o purtone.
Senza parlà, subbeto sotto 'o vraccio
nce pigliavemo e ghievemo a ffà ammore.
Vicino 'a casa soia, 'ncoppa Brancaccio,
parole doce e zucchero int' 'o core.
Mettennoce appuiate 'nfaccia 'o muro,
a musso a mmusso, tutt' e dduie abbracciate:
dint' 'a penombra 'e n' angulillo oscuro,
quanta suspire e vvase appassiunate!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, na faccella 'e cera;
nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
1.4k
in each shattered fragment
of time
we are forced apart
there is nothing of me
that does not cry out
for everything of you
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare
You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark
On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved
That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart
The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame
You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew
To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor
So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed
We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove
The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim
The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup
Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
find me not for i am past
the promise of your heart
hear me not when silence does
dig our nights apart
trust me not when i do swear
upon a tranquil light
sing into the wilderness
yearn your tender sight
seek a snowy yesterday
to memories resign
as the ocean's secret vain
fathomlessly lie
slenderly ignore the taste
of penitence awhile
bury my brazen shallow songs
all up in tearing skies
if blowing blooms of dust desire
veil vermins fleetingly
play and pose as puppet hands
hunt and yet haunted be
for the sake of love suspire
swig in a morning dream
until your soul's a raging fire
please stop loving me
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
When Rajab naturally comes, we traditionally think you.
Everybody merely says that undoubtedly your sacred month.
To fondly remember about you, hail about you a mighty lot;
On this noble month of Rajab!
Unfortunately the modern world
Naturally forget that every precious second what we suspire.
Is precisely your divine mercy and Infinite blessings,
It is not about the sacred Holy month.
Its about You always, who shall I Hail and Bow humbly
to the Noble and divine creator (Allah).
Who do I universally acclaim in my hasty and miscreant life?
Without your Divine Mercy and Infinite Blessings'
Nor my active life exists peacefully,
Or my noble soul exists naturally,
Nor the sacred month of Rajab!
Fondly recall Him (Allah). Hail Him (Allah) every second.
Start to bow politely towards the Divine Creator;
Endlessly on Rajab, this is precisely the starting month.
Towards the devoted most Sacred month of Islam (Ramadan)
Passing through the Shaban Month.
You are capable to bow continuously and fast energetically.
On the most sacred month of Ramadan through the rehearse,
Of Sacred Month of Rajab and Shaban!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
That rope burn around my neck,
It's from choking on all the anger
and bitterness.
It still stings like the first day.
Love is selflessness.
I wish you saw that,
so I could take the noose off.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
En cada corazón arde una llama,
Si aún vive la ilusión y amor impera,
Pero en mi corazón desdeque te ama
Sin que viva ilusión, arde una hoguera.
Oye esta confesión; te amo con miedo,
Con el miedo del alma a tu hermosura,
Y te traigo a mis sueños y no puedo
Llevarte más allá de mi amargura.
¿Sabes lo que es vivir como yo vivo?
¿Sabes lo que es llorar sin fe ni calma?
¿Mientras se muere el corazón cautivo
Y en la cruz del dolor expira el alma?
Eres al corazón lo que a las ruinas
Son los rayos del sol esplendoroso,
Donde el reptil se arropa en las esquinas
Y se avergüenza el sol del ser hermoso.
Nunca podrás amarme aunque yo quiera,
Porque lo exige así mi suerte impía,
Y si esa misma suerte nos uniera
Tú fueras desgraciada por ser mía.
Deja que te contemple y que te adore,
Y que escuche tu voz y que te admire,
Aunque al decirte adiós, con risas llore,
Y al volvernos a ver llore y suspire.
Yo no quiero enlazar a mi destino
Tu dulce juventud de horas tranquilas,
Ni he de dar otro sol a mi camino
Que los soles que guardan tus pupilas.
Enternézcame siempre tu belleza
Aunque no me des nunca tus amores,
Y no adornes con flores tu cabeza
Pues me encelan los besos de las flores.
Siempre rubios, finísimos y bellos,
Madejas de oro, en céltica guirnalda,
Caigan flotando libres tus cabellos,
Como un manto de reina por tu espalda.
Es cielo azul el que mi amor desea,
La flor que más me encanta es siempre hermosa,
Que en tu talle gentil yo siempre vea
Tu veste tropical de azul y rosa.
Mírame con tus ojos adormidos,
Sonriéndote graciosa y dulcemente,
Y avergüenza y maldice a mis sentidos
Mostrándome el rubor sobre tu frente.
¿Yo nunca seré tuyo? ¡ay! ese día,
Oscureciera al sol duelo profundo;
Mas para ser feliz sobre este mundo
Bástame amarte sin llamarte mía.
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Perhaps he doesn't see it
but there is a beauty to him
and I have been lucky enough to catch it in my hands
and claim it for my own
before any of the other girls have.
This beauty burns brilliantly in his smile
and in the way he gently laughs,
how his eyes soften as his lips curve
so that inside me, I am whispering, "Do it again."
There is the low murmuring of his voice,
unheard to others but heard to me,
and its beauty is in the way it tickles my ears
and travels down to the bottoms of my feet,
makes me crave and suspire.
I have seen beauty in the way his eyes twinkle,
whether in light or shade;
and they have, many times, drawn in my awed, steady gaze
as he sits unaware of his charm and allure.
His hair, too, is a messy nest of beauty;
how often have I let my fingers run through it,
its texture and curls that, to me, are perfection,
and are a symbol of the young man that I love.
There is beauty in the lips from which he says, "I love you"
and the arms that caress me in an embrace,
fingers that touch my cheeks
and intertwine themselves when he holds my hand.
How blessed am I that his beauty is also mine.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Our life moves in circles,
always in the same blood vein,
every ending, every goal it's a new beginning.
Like a cloud i change, in time colour and shape
together entangle and i suspire in lifes thread...
Each one of us alone marches on, in love, in glory,
in death.
I know, i've tried...
It does not help, let me come with you...
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Suspire heavily, 'tis a garden of demise.
In amid of prolonged night it blooms.
Sea of night shines long and bright,
Methinks the stars are to blame.
Under such folly the garden dwells.
Nigh onto the envious dawn.
I felt the velvety dews,
Lying at peace over the willows.
Owls of Minerva hoot unsung beauty.
Vile are the fruits of life that demise withhold,
Endeavoured with the phantom of false.
Yes ‘tis our garden.
Ornaments of life violate to death,
Under this night where the cursed garden dwells.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
uyeasound
cloudberry
batholith
dreamville
inner places of bijou
stone and mortar
of the exiguous me
wants the sweetest suspire
the complete rapture
to be within the maze
of you
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By AG 05/10 2018 ©
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
"May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,
There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,
Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,
My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,
As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,
Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/10 2018 © HP
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC