"tares" poems
How do you get me excited ?
When the evening breeze tares
my thoughts of you .
When the mental images taxes
my reason of right and wrong
When your words tease
my desires for you .
When I just crave your touch .
When I wish to touch your face .
To press lips together ,
savoring your breath .
To sigh heartwise without
the disguise of fear .
Take eternal the heaven of hugs
from your breast .
To share dreams that dance
like phantoms in the flames
of eternal love .
Weild the wild luster
embedded in my soul
from the ages past .
Longing in depth's decisions ,
made and bled ,
for a future truth .
My how you excite me !
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Sometimes we have to go
that extra mile and we will always
end up where and with whom we
should be.
In reality we always seem to know
the right thing to do but
the really hard part is doing it.
We learn and grow with each choice
that we make and try to make
everything worth it.
We are powerful because
we have survived.
The more walls that we build
around our heart the harder
we will fall when someone tares
those walls down.
Real loss is only possible when we
can love something or someone
more than we love ourselves.
We need to just be who we are,
wait our turn and not push,
just be beautiful and be grateful.
We can hold up our heads no matter what,
and we can't let them try
to stomp us out.
If we have something to offer,
maybe someone will learn something from us.
It isn't education, it's history and it's poetry,
so just keep going forward and
try not to care what anybody thinks and
do what you have to do for you and
may you always find a reason to smile. Jon York 2010
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 7:40 AM UTC
I always believed it was better,
just to give up and wonder,
what could have been,
Now I know,
Now I know,
I can never give up,
and I can't get back down,
no more,
I'd rather fight and it fail,
I'd rather suffer than wonder,
Go in facing the pain,
with out the risks we can't grow,
without the cold there's no snow,
no sun without,
the moon,
But you'll know soon,
It's not better to give up and wonder,
when it's your life that tares asunder,
Fight never bail,
who cares if you fail,
Suffer then let your life buffer,
reset and reload,
don't regret this episode...
I always believed it was better,
just to give up and wonder,
what may never have been,
and now I know,
Now I know,
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
I’m not going to lie
There is a part
It makes me sad
Tares me apart
I know after all
You still care
We went through so much
Has to be something there
Please don’t leave
Not just yet
A little longer
Then I’ll face regret
Thank you for everything
The good and the bad
I’ll get up and move on
It’s just a little sad
Enough time has passed
I don’t think so much
Then I remember the feeling
Of your soft touch
I am not ready for you
Out of my life just yet
I constantly think of that day
When we first met
I’ll keep it inside
And you will never know
Just know one day
You used to make me glow
Goodbye Josh
I’m saying that for good
To be completely honest
I never thought I could
Good luck to you
I hope everything turns out well
I’ll walk away now
Farewell
No Date
Ashli Jane
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 8:13 AM UTC
The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
Is like the drops which strike the traveller’s brow
Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now
Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears.
Ah! bodes this hour some harvest of new tares,
Or hath but memory of the day whose plough
Sowed hunger once,— the night at length when thou,
O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers?
How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth,
Along the hedgerows of this journey shed,
Lie by Time’s grace till night and sleep may soothe!
Even as the thistledown from pathsides dead
Gleaned by a girl in autumns of her youth,
Which one new year makes soft her marriage-bed.
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Is it bad that I think, think,
think about the way the end will come.
That I see the water flood the streets,
that I feel the fire burn inside me.
I can hear the animals charging down
roads and fields, as the earth cracks and crumbles.
The tips of my fingers turn cold and blue
as my mind freezes over, and volcanoes boom
under our feet as we bring the world to its end.
The thing we fear arrives at last
and we are all to blame.
I put my heart in quarantine
as pestilence sweeps the land.
War tares us apart as we try to lower our guns,
but we are compelled to do
the things we hate as we attempt to pursue peace.
We run and run and run and run
in search of life that has been trampled by our feet.
The conflict in our midst becomes obvious
as the dust clears but does not disappear.
Our friends beside us grow feral and hostile
as long, ****** fangs are bared.
As the fog rises and the clouds black out the sun,
it becomes clear to me that the end has been here,
but has not taken us all.
And we wait and wonder who goes next
as our comrades turn to competitors.
Yes, we wait and wonder,
as we see the end has come,
but still, it is not here.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
cigarettes $ pysilocibin
my silhouette is like a lion
feeling high like lifted horizons
soak me in like negative ions
trust your gut, trust your instinct
life is in sync,
but change happens every instant
haters have their opinions
my styles they still mimic
im a discordian magician, ill have your mind tricked
have you question is your reality fact or fiction?
master chef still rules the kitchen
im a bad boy ladies love the villain
cross me once no forgiveness
nova fills all voids thats empty
max pizzazz raps has plenty
im living carefree like heart of a young star,,,
in elementary
but i cant be schooled, bejeweled, or lose my cool
most cannot comprehend the magnitude of nova flames
my path cannot be retraced, you'll be sent on figure eights aka familiar ways, blinded by intense ultraviolet rays aka a violent blaze
i was married to the game
cuhz i accidentally caught the bouquet on my life's wedding day
now i ride the electric wave aka majestic whales
the super nova tares the scales
now i must rebuild my crystal castle with one pail bucket
once i reach the summit
i can enjoy the fruits of my labor
at the all you can eat buffet,
and live in my abundance, never ever hungry...
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
While most people are familiar with
the principle of ‘sowing and reaping’,
it can be difficult to distinguish
between Fact and Fiction; gleaning
the Truth sometimes takes time, so
that the authentic and the fake can…
be properly separated. Sad jealousies
are found when the evil works of Man
bloom against the stark contrast of
God’s reality; seeing the good and bad,
subtly reinforces our understanding of
the wheat and tares; let us be glad,
in knowing how God divinely operates;
in Him, we can move and have our being
when our Faith is extended on behalf
of His Kingdom; when we are agreeing
with His Word, it’s easier to love and
care for others regularly, as we must;
will people observe us as His Children,
if we’re not placing in God… our trust?
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
(A Choreopoem after Ntozake Shange)
Babbling publicly into your phone
the tragedy’s yours, and yours alone:
messages from your dysfunctional city
inflicted in Afro-eccentricity.
Turn off your phone and spare us the drama.
Look for change from the Lord (not Obama)…
Quit twitching your neckline, stop making that face
there’s nothing you merit because of your race;
no right to entitlement. Take it to God—
we hope He will change you, but spare the rod.
And we pray He does change you, put “yes” in your can;
and that change that’s left over (from Savior to man)
might enlighten your heritage, lighten your load
help you calculate more or less what you are owed
in dollars or dignity (afro-semantics)
while twittering radically militant antics.
A debt unforgiven: this claim someone owes you
some change in a can that black history shows you
your hopeful presumption is scant reparation
for ghetto entitlement fouling our nation.
Go harvest your madness and reap what you’ve sown
now that tares have sprung up as you blab on your phone
now that reapers are ready—the data-plan paid
and our melanin levels beginning to fade…
I’ll shout from your rooftop until you’ve heard
and the crackers get fed to the mockingbird.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
Tichborne's Elegie,
(written with his owne hand in the Tower before his execution)
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of paine,
My Crop of corne is but a field of tares,
And al my good is but vaine hope of gaine.
The day is past, and yet I saw no sunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,
My fruite is falne, & yet my leaves are greene:
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,
I saw the world, and yet I was not seene.
My thred is cut, and yet it is not spunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my wombe,
I lookt for life, and saw it was a shade:
I trod the earth, and knew it was my Tombe,
And now I die, and now I was but made.
My glasse is full, and now my glasse is runne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
If I die before i awake
I pray the lord my soul to take
To forgive me for all my mistakes
And bring me up and show me the good,
Keep me warm and shelted and feed me food
Forgive me for some of the choices ive chosen
And that sometimes my thoughts become frozen
My mind become hung up on beinign issues,
And a end up tell her "i miss you"
My guiding light is always there,
To help me with any nightmare,
Lord if i die before i awake,
Id trade my soul to make sure its hers you take.
She is the one with a golden heart,
Shell help with any problem no matter what,
Though she may have had a tough start,
Shes been a caring shoulder and nothing but.
Its her that i look towards to help me out,
To pick me up and tell me what lifes about,
But lately somethings changed and it tares me up,
Shes felt sad and lost and out of place,
Shes had many tears go rollin down her face.
I want to help her like shes helped me,
I want to make it so she can see,
I want her to see the beauty she holds,
The beauty that i see every time my eyes close,
So please help me open her eyes,
Please help me show there is no lie,
It is all truth whenever I'm with her,
Every word i say is said with no pressure,
She may think I'm joking but it is all the same,
I want her to see that I'm not just bein lame.
Shes the glue that holds me together,
No matter what the weather.
Now its my turn to help her,
My turn to be her lighthouse in the storm,
To save her from her saddened form,
My guiding light the roles have changed,
Im now your beacon but everything else is the same,
We will both use each other to stay oh so strong,
And we will get through any type of wrong,
Listen to these words with all seriousness,
Im going to help you there is no atest,
My arms wide up run into them,
No one can hurt us when its us against them.
So lord here these words and grant my wish,
Help me guide her and ill me set.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
Wickedly evil!
This beautiful trip
Pretend not to notice
The tares that we've ripped
Buy another car, drink another beer
Hell! We can't even see Yemen from here!!
Saudi Arabia, indeed! one of our good friends
Global warming will be the deaths of us all
In our final bitter end!
"We need change"
Seriously!
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
Cloistered manifestation
Candle lit veneration
Indoctrination it seems
The apocalypse of dreams
subtle degradation
emotional ***********
a soul split at the seams
you whisper wicked words
pleasure and pain are blurred
subliminal hypocrisy
fingers slick I grip these beads
wheat and tares sprout from these seeds
twist the truth in a noose for me
formidible religion
this gospel of indecision
life bled out on your killing floor
render me defeated
my lesser gods unseated
wrath poured out I am no more
chant your litany of lies
This sinner you despise
clench that unread Bible to your chest
consign me to eternal shame
never again to speak my name
bury me with the rest
your religion is death
with my final breath
a means to an end is best
TLB 11/01/08
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
i'm the girl who tares herself apart
because she tries to find something she's missing
i'm the girl who is scared of her own mind
because i don't know how to control it
i'm the girl who used to cry herself to sleep
because i didn't know how to be "good enough"
i'm the girl who has a secret that will change everything
i'm the girl who gets stronger every fall
i'm the girl who makes jokes about things i really don't think are funny
i'm the girl who doesn't know what love feels like
but can give it to whoever needs it
i'm the girl who's more than an age
i'm more then what you think of me
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
He walked in the room, pale written on his face
When did it get to this pace?
She sits with oceans upon her cheeks,
His knees go weak.
The sentences of red stains on her bed.
He grabs her wrists and screams when did it get like this?
Scars caress her emptiness and he knew now her pain from past days
She screams nothing ever goes my way!
Let me be your strength, the blanket of compassion you won't be alone, I love you to my bones.
She cries in his arms as a safety net catches her and hope is restored.
Half a moon slips on her lips and she walks with grace, she will leave her mistakes but a classmate reminds her that she's late, a scream escapes they know her fate.
Class they meant, not the baby to be sent.
One cut, two cuts, three cut - four. She falls to the floor with a knock on the door he runs in, worry on his skin as his thought was right, it's time to fight.
Baby you promised to talk to me not leave, her eyes roll back with a panic attack as he sees his whole world fade away in the light of day he never got to say, how he feels.
A positive result upon lies a note, I'm sorry I left you with this, she would have been bliss but life got in the way and I can't stay.
Pictures of them written on with pen, hearts but tears on the tares of the corners. Breaths become shorter and blood drips down the bath, how did it get this far? Baby you promised you wouldn't leave me alone, you said you would phone!
Somebody call an ambulance! His heart is dense, her body sinks into him and her life lifts to Heaven, God I gave up sin and you take relish must I perish - pain of this name, I could never be the same. You took my girl, you took my world.
Baby you promised you would not cut.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Mirrors line the room
You look around lost in time lost forever in an image that you don't want to be.
Each one looks the same nothing changes did i lose myself among all this.
Im scared inside i try to search every where everything is the same nothing changes.
Im Frighten help me no one knows how it feels to lose yourself.
The feeling inside tares you apart.
your mind slips into a blur of darkness.
I run I try to search mirror after mirror. All the same
I start to lose it im blacking out im losing myself.
I fall into the mirror knocking them down. one by one they fall and shatter.
I lay there on the floor curled up alone.
The feeling of that you lost your true self is unbearable you feel empty a shell just another lifeless body.
Then you came in. You had a mirror you kneel down holding it. Showing me.
This is you. This is who you are and no one can take that away.
You are not lost you are found.
You where never lost because i kept you safe.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 1:43 AM UTC
This one is for my sleeping Hebrews , enjoying this world filled with evil
& Why cant you even realize
There's a veil over your eyes ...
Laugh now but the jokes on you
Its a shame the younger generation is getting caught up too!
History is stuck on replay
When will you get tired of playing the same old game , times running out , there's not much time to delay
Now not saying its a walk in the park.
But I'm still committed to do my part.
I want you all to stop & think ,process what I'm saying and take it all to heart..
Just thinking about the different types of torment , tares me apart .
Fellas your game is outdated , grow up & step up to the plate be a MAN
Staying young minded is over rated
Ladies enough with the twerking
It's not cute it's degrading , why not pick up THE BOOK , know your part and start working . Now I'm not saying become a nun , but I suggest takes notes on PROVERBS 31.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
A site I used to post to had a somewhat unhelpful, not to say discouraging, line when you had posted a poem and nobody had commented it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“There is no comment submitted by members.”
Nobody bothers; nobody cares;
nobody gives a hoot how my work fares
– or they mean to say something, but no-one remembers.
The fire of my passion is reduced to grey embers;
the most piercing of glances just meet with dull stares.
There is no comment submitted by members.
Nobody bothers; nobody cares.
Like summers of hope fading into Septembers,
or flowers I’ve grown being smothered with tares,
I search and I search but, despite all my prayers,
I read once again, with a chill like December’s,
“There is no comment submitted by members.”
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
Metal chains wrapped tight around my most vital *****
my body fighting to survive every time my blood pumps through.
Somehow I wonder who locked me up and swallowed the key.
I hope daily the sharp edges that locked my heart slowly tares
apart the one who fastened the sorrow of my soul.
the new year has begun and within minutes I became paralyzed.
memories flood my brain as I scan what I recall a "uneventful year"
But the dark sky and the numb mind is blocking the heartache I felt just
months ago.
The day he chose her, it was as if the tectonic plates shifted.
Not only were my eyes opened to the blinding meters shower of a new life
but the first link of the heavy chain was placed.
My mind acting as hard drive, storing these memories and moments the metal links wrapped around my life, weighing me down one event after another.
My eyes scanned the lit up parking lot just minutes after the cheers welcoming the new year.
Snow danced softly from the sky.
Each different flake falling as if the angels parted the sky and softly sprinkled the small dot on the map.
This last year, the year I fell in love (twice), my heartbroken and indentations on my soul were made.
The year the world was supposed to end, and I secretly stayed up with anticipation to feel the earth crumble beneath my feet and have my sorrows be erased. It was disappointing when my eyes fluttered open the day after the "end of the world". But I felt butterflies in my chest when I realized I had the opportunity to turn things around.
The weight of the sorrow and pain that is drowning me
will be used as the strength to pull me to shore.
This new year will be the year I break free from the chains and build a fence, protecting my heart and letting only those I value through the gates .
This year I will be the one who unlocks those who suffer the weight of a trapped up soul.
I will carve the key to free them from the stones that are thrown.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Who is she
with the brown hair
and blue eyes?
Who is she
whose mind is full of demons
and thighs with a gap?
Who is she
whose always leaning
and cutting up her lap?
Who is she
with the clothes full of tares
and who always dies?
Who is she
whose life is never seeming
and always a game of tap?
Who is she
with the life that isn't so fare
and all the staring guys?
Who is she
whose always screaming
with emotions like a map?
Who is she?
-She is you reflection-
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
Ezra clamber’d o’er the crest
to seek the way which he knew best
which, passing by the yellow tares
and turning at a grove of pears
set him at ancient fungal oak
where upon a branch he hung his cloak
For on some odd-nights within his mare
declared a warlock and his maiden fair:
“Spindled by the peary copse
after fields of shammy crops
stands that vile toady oak
shading torpid mystic folk
“Percieveth thee the one with warty beak?
‘Tis to him whom you must speak.
Rouse him from his slumber, Ezra,
pray of him your task."
The wizard with the moley snout
reclining with a snoozy pout
snored upward from that moldy bark
and whispered “yonder peasant, hark!
“Ezra, deary, there’s a bane
The shepherds hold in some disdain
for sheps can’t herd bereft of sheep
and this bane ingests them in their sleep.
Do strap on hip your faithful blade
and into swampy depths do wade
so to provoke this shepherd's foe
and smite him lifeless head to toe.”
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Missing love,
Makes a hole
In your heart.
Turns you hallow.
Missing love,
Breaks you and
Shatters your heart
To pieces.
Missing love,
Makes you feel
Like you could
Fall apart at
Any moment.
Missing love,
Takes you and
Breaks you and
Tares you apart
Till you are nothing.
Missing love,
Keeps you in
The dark, crying
And Sobbing,
wishing and praying.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Today i took all sharp objects
And put them in a bag
With a draw string
And pulled it tight
Then put it away somewhere safe
Theres no way I can chuck these things away
What happens when i need to slice the bread
If I have no knife
Will I have to tare at the loaf like the knife tares my skin
Still being reminded of the reason why I havn't got the knife
And what happens when i need to draw a circle
Will the plate be ok to draw around
but what if the plates too big
Will i get frustrated and smash the plate
Making more sharpe edges to play with
What if the screws need turning to make them tight
Will the ***** driver find its way into my hand
Will the screws get tightened
Will I wonder the nail look more inviting than the driver
Will i place it back in the bag
thats the question I ask my self
And you look into my eyes and say
this bag is not here to keep these things from you
Its just here to remind you to put them away
To keep them out of sight
Until you really need them
So I want to know
Why With the pen (which I know is sharp)
have you placed a notepad in the bag
How can the note pad hurt me ?
I look deep
And sweet poetess you know the answer
There may be no god today
There may be no blue skies
No rainbows to warm your soul
No sunshine
Only rain and the bitterness of life
But with the pen and paper you can create
Your own world
Full of magic and belief
shooting stars and beautiful dreams
Or you may just wish to slash at the pages
with the pen and pretend the paper is your wrist
I my self would like for you to spit your pain upon
the sheets of paper so i know how your feeling
And when i know how your feeling
I can try to give the words you need
Be it only to know that some one
gives a dam
about how your feeling right now
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
Tulsa, OK named and claimed it
then prophetically proclaimed it:
Ken and Gloria invested
slick, convincing, uncontested
Pretty-boy preachers wowed the flock
making Christ the laughing stock
their best lives yielding heresies
out-phariseeing Pharisees
as if their western cowboy drawls
could bless impulsive bank withdrawals.
Unique to the US of A
where truth is prophesied away
and churches spring like tares and breed
while tele-preachers intercede
for breakthroughs, blessings, Mammon’s gold
their folly long ago foretold
in frenzied tones, the healing tongue
counts dollars where Paul counted dung.
I’m sure they all believe it’s true…
they know it justifies fleecing you.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
You did not choose your father,
Neither did your father knew you;
Your birthright was only seeming,
Never yours from the beginning.
As waters separated from waters,
So sheep separated from goats.
But there is no seas in the end,
And all tares burned and wheat gathered.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC