"teem" poems
It is over. What is over?
Nay, how much is over truly!--
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
Now the wheat is garnered duly.
It is finished. What is finished?
Much is finished known or unknown:
Lives are finished; time diminished;
Was the fallow field left unsown?
Will these buds be always unblown?
It suffices. What suffices?
All suffices reckoned rightly:
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
Roses make the bramble sightly,
And the quickening sun shine brightly,
And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.
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tropical breeze waves washed upon a
soothsayer sand beach whispering love poems between each sigh
seagull clouds baying from above
lustrous sunshine massaging with temperate beams
beneath the waves, turtles twist in tubular turnabouts
bright coral and jaded fish teem in the reef
shimmering sunshine shining through waves
casting shadows and light amongst an oceanic spectrum
we flit through the ocean as foreigners and locals
tiny air bubbles pressing from our lips
unlike the denizens filtering through the reef
we press up to the surface and break through for breath
exiting the ocean of life, we wash upon the shore
driftboards sewn together in matrimony
our clam shelled hands interwoven in the fabric of our souls
sand pressed between to make a glistening pearl
i sit up while you lay down on our thin towels
falling asleep with an upward curve on your lips
i trace my finger down your back like pencil to paper
drawing each crevice, perfection, and blemish
on the landscape of your body
a faint breeze ghosts through the swaying palm trees
dolphins nonchalantly diving through the air and ocean
***** scuttling along the precipice of the sea and sand
waves washing the crooked edges of stones
amongst this equilibrium we are infinite
soaking up this portrait life like a sea sponge
in these moments we are infinite
moments we imagined we had
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat
A threat to your system, a threat to your net
profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow
You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer,
It may put your employers at ease
One bless black man with a heart of power
One less antibiotic to your disease
Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall
Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls
Don't forget to have the media depict me as a **** and a criminal and a menace to society
Don't forget to reprimand and berate me
Remind your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color
is still not considered American Propriety
But more like American property, disposable goods
So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free
Might be just a conviction but your Massa's new henchmen and ***** still got the key
A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea
Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead
No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead
No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key.
Martin told me when he us that he had a dream
I got his same DNA in my bloodstream
And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem
I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream.....
I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream
And when I dream it's bad news for you
to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue
To put a stop to all of you.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
There are many limitations sometimes. Of course these are only restrictions we place on ourselves, but we groom certain communities to fulfill a certain appearance and dismiss the breakers of unspoken rules. Don't drop the status quo.
Paradigm.
I want to write and not write about things. I don't know.
No, I do know. I want to write without the stigma that these topics bring.
I want to write a poem about Facebook. See how much appreciation that gets.
Poetry about Facebook won't be liked often.
Write about how it ****** me off that your ex boyfriend (that I dumped, by the way) has a new girlfriend with better taste and better photography skills than me. Remember how I made fun of his ex's for that? They're doing that about me now, I stomped on his heart. I teem with insecurity thinking about it. ******* selfish, I feel like a *****
How I'm tired of being self-depricating because I don't want to seem like an ******* I've come a long way as a person and I'm not allowed to brag about it. I'm barely allowed to take a compliment or I'll look like I'm preening.
Write about how I'm tired of being kinda ugly sometimes.
Write about how I had *** with someone, how when I told someone else, I could see them and society drawing a big **** crown of judgement, and how that's ****** I wish we could all grow up.
I wish I could explain that my apathy is, to a certain degree, purposeful. Because looking at feminism articles every day made me feel like **** I felt like a victim constantly, and I alienated myself from making friends with normal people because I was an extremist. I got tired of constant misery and misinformation. The feminist community was cannibalistic too, and I don't think I wanted to make friends with such hyper-aggressive people.
Write about how I want to be a writer and how I can only write three sentences and then I look at the screen hopelessly. How lame.
I'M SO ******* NAIVE BECAUSE
I want so badly to be different in a better way, but I know I'm just the same.
I want to be able to change the world and I know I can't,
it doesn't matter anyway.
I haven't been able to cry in three months. I'm tired of trying to find my brand of catharsis.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
I placed you in the box,
the padded box that seemed too small
torn from galloping heart,
fingers fumbling for stubborn clasp,
I focus for just one moment
Place you in that small padded box.
I watch as,
night tucks away all things
As bed bugs are wished away
But teem beneath the sheets
As closets checked for monsters
whisper into darkness:
“things not always as they seem.”
You, the necklace, must agree,
For I laid with such ease,
Your slinking arms
Your solid charm
That was winning to anyone
You met.
And I watched whenever I could,
To ensure the box was still,
but then again
who’s to say
That I wasn’t just moving,
In opposite directions
With myslinking arms
And lack of charm
That shied away with
That very same ease.
But either way,
Living independently,
Our motions certainly did not cancel,
Whatever it was that we did-
And no matter
how carefully you were lain-
You awoke tangled.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
*she was standing close
her waist an hourglass
in flirty girly pose
skinned in hue of brass!*
nay it's all my hype
her girth was plumply round
skin was of dark type
teem such girls abound!
*she was on my sight
sweet was her fragrance
her eyes were happily bright
mind loved her at first glance!*
it's my fancy wished her be
her eyes were cloudy dark
she was smelly and *****
with none of beauty's mark!
*yet long held her my gaze
this heart craved her close
eyes feasted it for days
her small black mole on nose!*
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
I am the Robot with the improbable dream:
I want to be human, the hominid supreme.
Yet, I plead for this with silent screams
For I am only a machine.
I am thoroughly dysfunctional,
Defective, inept, delusional,
Pathetic and utterly unusable,
Inadequate and artificial.
I'm synthetic, poorly composed of alloys,
Crudely manufactured and wasting away.
My will to endure has long been destroyed.
I await my welcome decay.
Bestowed upon me is an incessant sorrow
From years of feeling used and borrowed.
Life never improves, not now, not tomorrow,
So I am devoid of hope; I'm hollow.
I'm riddled with inane fears and faulty gears,
And I'm rusting further over the years.
I anticipate a merciless demise,
But I no longer suffer from the need to survive,
For I experience chronic strife;
I have the impossible desire to teem with life.
With monotony, this dream I have sought,
For I will never accept that I am naught but a robot.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Old ghosts teem amid the fireflies and dim time
stumbles through the variegated dusk, with
glowing plums, how they burden in the dark
those limbs in twisted slumber, threading the
canopy of shadows that embrace the sharp
features of failing day, the oblivious regions of
the end of games that every fate has known
since birth, since breath drew the tongue-
a meaningful word
from meaningless
air.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
snow ribbons the night behind blinds, white
crackle over vinyl, black in ravines
undulating silt whisks the sea, bed
conversation of springs, yawn
to sleep on a twin mattress, turtle,
interred: orange branch to grove floor, hear-witness
flutes in unbearable dawn unposessable, flesh
and lavender stir in sleepy eye beds, rosebuds and breath
condense warm on rickety panes, chipped
beams stray suspended through poplar clouds, dissolve
avocado in manila teem, damp hush to skin folds, pores,
unseen burrows, pawed and pinhead heartbeats, meek
but if in unison: rainfall tremendous on canvas cover, sinuous
as the shanty cat spine, lilting: raking grain to wispy tail, cursive
trickle over creekbed washboard scrubs, whisper
sudding lace over iris-leather bed, wheat
murmurs iridescent in squint-eyed flaxen wind.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
Oceans teem with life . . .
Some creatures left mothering seas,
. . . Empty shells on beach.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Memories of
Broken things and
Past dreams of
Soap and seams,
And all of it seems
To teem with
A neutral shade of
Green
As I sat and
Plucked and preened
Someone, somewhere,
Started to sing,
With the most
Wonderful voice
Almost as if they
Hadn’t a choice…
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
to take to the skies would have been
monumental, for in that moment we forgot
how all life must breathe:
even empty days teem with respiration.
kaleidoscopes hovered before my eyes in
the heat of sister's fury, the disbelief
she houses in every filament.
when mother taught us to soar, she said
don't land where you aren't welcome but me,
i never could read the signs right.
we broke down fifty feet from the tracks every
night and sometimes in the day.
trying to sleep i could feel the sorrow
hanging above, sultry and certain, and when
we wake again our wings will unfurl.
ready to go?
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
As I walk, I dream
Slowly letting my spirit teem
I go through this life, filled with strife
Floating along like a simple moonbeam
Away on ships I go
To where exactly, I do not know
Somewhere away from the pain so I won't have to feign
This pathetic masquerade of a show
Roses float around me
Gently in the sea
It stretches out, rolling about
As calm as it ever could be
Deep in shadows I rest in wait
Meeting you at the floral gate
Though nowhere you are, as you're up with the stars
And so shall forever be late
The clock ticks slowly, by and by
Accompanying me while I cry
Under my blanket of air I still feel you there
Whispering "I love you" and wiping my eye
Promises have been broken by you
Everything I heard was true
But if that's the case why do I still miss the face
Of the one I thought I knew
Play a song for me, I'll shed not a tear
Though I have much to fear
You disappeared from my sight, took away my light
Now each day feels like a year
Time engulf me, make this end
A letter to you I shall send
Hold me tight, I won't put up a fight
If only peace you can lend
A hundred reasons to cry
And I don't even know why
But I know with you here there's nothing to fear
Even though you're up in the sky
Another good night to you my dear
Please don't shed another tear
I am with you, know it is true
And remember you have nothing to fear
Dream once again of happier things
Like jokes and juggling and the joy to sing
Do not forget these, hold on to them, please
And remember the happiness I can bring
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
words are making a dark sound,
last three days I moved a few spells
spaces have lost in the expanding universe,
where we are jingling on hopes
who is playing mystical sounds?
my hours are passing on toiling,
sun goes down slowly
evening star moves toward black hole,
shadow flees over the horizon
I can see afar off —
though the heavens teem with stars,
an uncounted host of them
and though the moon,
she who rules the night,
reflects her rays of borrowed light
yet the darkness is not wounded,
the aggression of the night continues —
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
i dont
care about wine or succulent dinners that take two hours to
prepare and are diamonds on the tongue
i dont care about cigarettes in the morning
blinking swollen eyelids and hair like long grass combed
by seabreath
i dont care about fabric on the walls, the colors that
warm your irises when the aging sun hits them
just right
i dont care about apartments with high ceilings and balconies
overlooking streets
that teem with noise from the underground
teem with people enjoying this
centuries version of peace
i dont care about thirty two hour weeks
and paychecks that coat life
in a thick layer of oil
i care about
cereal in coffee mugs,
smiles rested on top
and eyes whispering
i care about voices strung together
like morning dew, trembling
along a spider’s thread
i care about watching
one another
make art, in silence,
fingers spiraling down
the brittle neck of a grandfather
guitar
rainbow splatter
words with hands.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Fear and infractions,
Basic senses,
Subtle subtractions,
Delayed response,
Relayed reactions,
Play off the hint,
Winter hue,
Malice tint,
Hateless tasteless,
Faceless placeless,
Placed placement,
Playful payment,
Frivolous and fevered,
Tempered beliefs,
Believers,
Belay the bounty,
Beautiful and temptress trite,
Fracturing county,
Past tense recite,
Fast forward rewrite,
Rewound and respun,
Locked and lead loaded,
Geared and gunned,
Sudden and semi-accidental implosion,
Rewarming,
Sickly hex,
Weakened flex,
Internally overcasted and overtly storming,
Outwardly warning,
Slowly learning,
Forever turning,
And in turn,
Burnt and still laid burning,
Waking a ghostly turning,
Soundlessly and -ly burning,
Smokey on the peripheral,
Ethereal,
Eternally external,
Forcefully feared,
Into inferno,
Out of opinionated opressionables,
Que wide and willingly willed questionables,
Wordlessly whispers with the whim of the wind,
Beget blindness,
Begets mindless,
Begets beauty bound by which beauty begins,
Found fearfully,
Torn tearfully,
Retold beautifully,
Molded after mourning,
Mourned before morning,
Night neared,
Sadness teared,
Tearing soundly on edges,
Destruction and dutiful pirouette,
Tasted tyranny teem and endance pledge,
Irony stills,
And the air dare not forget.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
I oftentimes find myself compensating for my creation
As if merely existing is an extraordinarily enormous insult in itself
And my reason for living is to repeatedly apologize for breathing
Because the space I am apart of isn't and never will be where I am wanted
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
The battlefield is wet with blood
Tear teem & boil in a deadly flood
Pressing forwards to overtake,
Duty honor and namesake.
Rash actions and anger accumulate
Building, changing, and of late-
Break the dams and charge the gates
Swords drawn and sharpened, defying fate.
Yet in the shadows sunshine lights
An unknown war- a silent fight
For mental collection and composition
To maintain control and position.
For emotions cause nothing but increased trouble
Gaping wounds and castle rubble.
Logic and reason clarify
***** all problems and simplify.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
I'm at home with my thoughts;
It's not quite quiet if one thinks a lot.
At the oddest time they rage, then storm;
Rack and thunder or light my night;
A wind whirls into a gale,
And thoughts teem on the page.
Some take root,
Produce sweet fruit,
Others wither on the line.
So many thoughts I'm at home with,
I'll pick one to grow a poem with.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Like forests after a fire, reduced to char and ash,
yet teem with new life beneath glistening rain,
you too, my love, can be born again.
Like the silent canary that mourns a lost love,
yet resumes singing in Spring as hope replaces pain,
you too, my love, can be whole again.
So let the chains of your burdens dissolve into feathers,
feel the winds of change gently ruffle your wings,
and soar like a bluebird, free of your tethers
into a horizon of wonderful things.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
Ancient secrets in dark, dry, caves
filled with airs of eldritch winds
suffocated of life and it's needs
solemn graveyard to the nonexistent
Biting brown of antiquated dunes
dead fire of fossil sand
burning with the lost rage of lost ages
exterior to great alchemic secrets
Heavens filled with brooding anxiety
pining and craving teem in the atmosphere
desires to combust and crystallize
eroded off by laws of impossible physics
Uncongealed remnants of shells and beasts
bacteria and algae now unearthed to light
testimonial to buried memories
mummified by cadavers of glaciers and mesas
But a glacier for whom?
Can resolution be concluded by the uinverse
that vast cosmic void hanging in oracle's riddles
staring back at the stargazers?
Ancient secrets, eldritch airs,
solemn graveyards, and requiem for what?
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Lost souls in the desert
In parched lands so dry
Raise hands in delight
As heavens open wide
Rain comes crashing down
Pouring from a heavy sky
Drenching the world
In echoing mournful cries
Of ocean's lament:
You pollute me
But why?
Do I not
Please your eyes?
Do I not also
Nurture
Provide?
I teem with life
Of infinite worth
I team with the wind
Sustain the earth
Yet you trash me
Without second thought
With countless byproducts
Of industrial rot
You don't relish my beauty
You don't savor my taste
You don't bask in my fragrance
No, you send me your waste
And still I give
As long as you live
I'll love you the same
I'll carry your boats
I'll feed you my fish
I'll send you the rain
So when the skies darken
Precipitation pours forth
Let it remind
Of how much you use me
Oh, please don't abuse me
No, please be kind
And treasure my worth
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
You will know, you'll feel the change,
That calls on parts of you most strange,
And through the wooded halls, you'll pass,
To gather for Its ancient mass.
The fallen towers' decaying bark,
Will harbor haunts of growing dark,
The slime will sweat, the crawlers teem,
You will not wake, this is no dream.
Descending into rotting cold,
You'll hear Its voices, deep and old,
And when their song has chilled your bone,
You'll know that you are not alone.
The path will dim and fall to end,
The soil below, itself shall rend,
The wyrm within shall rise without,
With blackened fur and horned snout.
And surely as the lichens gnaw,
It opens up its snarling maw,
The void beyond the smiling tooth,
Revealing long-forgotten truth.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
I get all anxious
When she walks thru the door
If she were my woman
I couldn't want more
If I got to touch her
These hands would just shake
I'd buy her flowers
But it's a little too late
She's a rose from
Someone else's garden
She won't ramble
Though my emotions teem
She's a rose from
Someone else's garden
My chance to love her
Is only in my dreams
Her lips look as soft
As rose petals of red
I'd love to kiss her
But I stare straight ahead
I wonder if she feels
The same wild desire
But I don't want to know
Cause it might start a fire
She's a rose from
Someone else's garden
She won't ramble
Though my emotions teem
She's a rose from
Someone else's garden
My chance to love her
Is only in my dreams
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 9:30 AM UTC