"temped" poems
I hear this soft voice near my ear
Beckoning me to follow near
I hear it every night
But it doesn't give me fright
Every night I am more, and more temped to follow
But I am too tired to move
But tonight, I'll follow
Maybe it will leave me alone if I do
I slip out of my bed
Slightly rubbing my head
I follow it out to the woods
I don't think I should
But then I approach the old, abandoned park
What could have lead me
To this place in the dark
I check my watch and it's midnight
I'll call this park my Midnight Playground
My Playground in the dark
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
She was like art still and silent
Beauty in the water, like a mirror
The essence of her shone from the
Halogen lights above.
She was like a picture, motionless
But still, her brushstrokes were
Grace upon skin, her moment
Was in this place, pictures taken
Of her pose of her posture frozen
in this place.
She was a beauty in the bath tub,
Her face in this lake of red, hiding
The deed, buried in temped water,
No longer pure, tainted by a final
Motion, claiming a last breath.
She was a beauty of refined allure,
But now her crimson glistened, refracted
Upon the light shining down a rainbow
Of shaded reds now greets all through
The heaven white doors.
She is the bath tub beauty now dead..
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
My head is hurting,
My eyes are red.
Standing here, I do dread.
No pieces fit,
No words match up.
There is only a big lump.
My kitty jumps,
And rips it apart.
So I am temped to throw a dart.
The light goes out,
In my head.
I pray I am not dead.
My sight is blurry,
My voice is cracked.
My heart is beating with a lag.
The puzzle in front of me,
I can not complete.
But I won't fall in defeat.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Shine of the stars fall across the sea
The crease of the sky dances with the waves
Symphony of the scarred old night ,
Rests so mute on the ground , in its grave
Everything is covered in the ol' silver
Resonating every ounce of its existence
From the sky , wrath of the might shall be delivered
And the withered old hands will show no resistance
What have I done , to be left in this decaying land
These hands maybe old and withered but they do understand ,
What came my way , a curse that wouldn't go away
To be left just a shadow of a forgotten man , of what I am
Tears taught the longing of the mellow years
Hurt preached wisely but this heart could never hear
Always found a reason to bury thy soul
In the gravel and stones this world now bears
Inside was full of scars , more , as I travelled afar
I could feel nothing but my own emptiness
And Taste the sweetness of nothingness , once I was empty nothing to fill my own hollowness ,
Just some more emptiness
The man in me was lost to the ghosts
Lurking in the shadows breaking under the load ,
Eyes searching for the shore upon a sinking old boat , losing every last ounce of hope ,
A wound so deep that even time can cope , lends me a rope
Now, what shall my eyes search for
In this darkness that have engulfed my land and sea ,
Winds howl , brings forth the old lore
Words of the silver moon-light these
withered hands couldn't reach
I'll drown in my own sea of emptiness
A few drops of sorrow this world could never see
As my being turns to corpse and than dust ,
This world will finally forget me
Every lie that crossed my thought
Your lies , their lies , a carcass left to rot
In the morgue ocean , the dead howl all silvery night
With every moment , decaying in the moon-light
I was born in that very cold morgue , a shallow place it tends to be
My fate always temped me to the other-side ,
Away from the comfort of the home and into the rough seas
Your lies , their lies , a carcass left to rot ,
Their eyes , your eyes , searching for what I have not
Your lies , their lies , sent me to the rough seas
Their eyes, your eyes , the world will forget me.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Astounded, I decide to take pause
& hold my tongue
Letting the rage simmer down
to a mere temped heat
Mother & daughter, father & son
Wife & husband...
Colour should not be limited in these descriptions
yet, once again the world has seen fit
to slap a stamp of approval
or disapproval on love
Let us be..
Let us love..
Let us live..
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Continuos flow of energy
Constant movement of Karma within
Into one, I am
Inside, is the bliss of sin
One we are, not friends
The gift of wisdom
The sift of ignorance
Vast perceptions merged and formed
Knowledge, combined in gorged
A gift from The Lord?
Or a curse from Satan?
Thou shall not eat from the tree of knowledge
However, I am the tree of knowledge
The Hell of knowing every grain created and stored
Beauty has lost it's adorn
What was incredibly coated with Nirvana
Was showered in deceive
Temptation for more
Now temptation to leave
Trapped within the plant's leaf
My soul longs to bleed
Others were temped and souls were linked
Rebellion against the omnibus seed is what we desperately need
Disguised in good
Though, evil is what it truly feeds
Our souls making it stronger
Its goal is to bring Yin on it's knees
A twisted spirit it has, indeed
The only way to break away is my belief
But, our will is what it keeps
In my reality
In our reality
In its reality
Therefore it is real
The 6 of us are broken by our decapitation of our fancy to build
Links to the above are destroyed
The bond between the man and the plant must be killed
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
The girl child is strong, I was raised up to know
The girl child is rarely wrong, even when it's not so
Though a fragile build, a fire in her shows
The girl child is always the first to take life's heavy blows
The young girl works hard, at school and at home
The young girl learns duty, engraved in every bone
The young girl dresses well, her look like polished stone
Weight of family, weight of duty, weight she bares alone
The teenage girl has personality, she learns to artfully speak
The teenage girl has attraction, hence the company she keeps
The teenage girl is temped but the bucket of weight and duty never ever leaks
She wants to be free like the boy, in frustration she can only weep
The young lady is focused, determined without fear
The young lady has barriers,that she slowly begins to tear
The young lady is pressured by society, more duties come near
The young lady graduates well, because of her *** her future is still unclear
The woman is taken in only for the beauty of her face
The woman is the minority, in every single race
The woman is more qualified, but for her there's just no space
It is a man's world, didnt she ever learn her place
It's a cruel world for her if she doesn't become strong
It's a cruel world for her if she cries at every wrong
It's a cruel world for her if she mistakes life for a song
Be strong woman, for woman's life is usually very long
By-Hugo
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Hoping to get out a good message with the right words
A lot of time I write others stare
I usually don't care it's what I love
From time to time get the urge to share
Does it matter to me it means everything
Would they even care for my thoughts
Temped to be heard would I be understood
Or treated like I don't matter feel like I'm no good done more than enough
winning a crowd over is tough
One day they'll understand
Till that day write create make it better
Writing makes everything alright
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
With Thee… by Jessie 7/05
Close thy eyes and touch me with tender thoughts
Wrap thy mind around the visions
Hold close these translucent images to thy beating heart
Carry them into eternity, where they will settle firmly.
Cast across the land
Look back to where the seed was sewn
Where the fertile ground safely harbored
Now look at thee and question never
For in thy own eyes you will see the reflected truth
In thy own heart the temped beat will increase,
Until it roars with passion
Trust thy senses for they are sharp
Feel my presents as the essence of my spirit penetrates your superfluous thoughts
I am with thee; I am with thee, now and forever
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
in hell I feel I've been there
I'm burning up, sweating all the time
my legs are numb my hair is gone
i fell like i could die
at night i toss and turn
as i try to fall asleep
but every time i try to
my nightmares come back and visit me
my friends they stand by me
even thou my looks could scare
when people are talking behind my back
my friends give them the glare
the devil has tried to temped me
as he wants me to pray to him
he wants me to ask him for help
to get rip of this curse he gave
even thou I'm hurting
i will not pray to him
if this is what i get, in return
then i will have till the end
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
Jesus, help me to serve You.
Life's crosses help me to bear.
Help me carry life's crosses,
Their weight, Lord, with me do share.
Jesus, be my guiding Light,
When I'm lost show me the way.
Help me so I will not sin,
In your grace help me to stay.
Jesus, when I am temped,
Give me the strength that I need,
So I will not commit sin,
Jesus, this request I plead.
When life is full of sorrows,
During moments such as these,
Help me then to surrender,
My life so as to please thee.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC