"threating" poems
Saved by the Sunflower
A very strong storm was arriving,
there were large black clouds coming from the east,
strong gusting turbulent winds threating to snap everything,
severe down poring of flooding rain,
as if the clouds were crying out in pain,
it did not seem there would be anyway to save the flower garden,
nothing could survive this unannounced exploding of nature,
this seemingly uncontrollable outburst,
something, maybe everything was going to be destroyed,
this day turned in to this night of hell,
the rain, the wind, the flashes of lightning,
this violent death would not be stopped this time,
then a small voice could barely be heard,
at first it was ignored, flicked away like a mosquito,
the voice did not give up though, once again it cried out,
once again it was ignored, brushed aside,
the voice continued gaining strength, it refused to be shut down,
the creator of the storm suddenly took a step back,
looking down to see where this voice was coming from,
it was emanating from this one lone sunflower,
it was the sunflower that had been given the name Perly,
Perly would not, could not be denied as she screamed out,
leave this garden oh evil storm, I will not except the outcome,
the outcome that you predict will occur, we are fighters,
we will never give in to your senseless urges,
please wake up and hear my plea for sanity,
the storm started to weaken, slowly at first, but continued
gaining momentum loosing it's grip on this act of violence
until finally secumbing to this cry of desperation from
the little sunflower. Gradually, the wind stopped blowing,
the rain stopped falling, the sun began peaking thru the clouds.
Perly Sunflower had saved the lives of all the other flowers
in the garden, and the life of gardens caretaker.
A plaque is now erected on this spot proclaiming the
bravery of this little sunflower that would not give in,
would not accept, would not cower away.
The caretaker of the garden professes eternal gratitude
and love for this brave creature of Gods doing.
Thank you Perly sunflower
Gomer LePoet..
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Inches below the surface, I can feel the sun just ahead, threating my lost consciousness and tearing my body apart.
The incandescent light pierces the ground, the mountains scream fire upon the sky, crackles in the ground appear beneath my feet. What a pitiful anxiety made of sand!
My body stretches, incoming dehydration, thirst and isolation; motherly desert, fatherly wastelands...
Let me burn down to ashes and blow me to the wind.
Make me feel uncomfortable and let me disappear in peace.
I can feel the drought claiming my pain, gathering the dust that used to be my skin and remain in solitude, just like a snail then I find myself stuck in the nonchalant rage of the day.
There is nothing alive, there is just an infinite ruin of land, dead soil and dying lives turn into stone by act of time.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
I sit and wail
As memories of you swell
Threating to bring down the wall
As I remember your final fall
You fell right through my out stretched arms
I could not save you from your demons harm
I could not bring you back to me
Now your memories is all I have to see
I was so angry you left me here all alone
This cut is deep, right to the bone
A wound that will never heal, never become just a scar
As you now dwell amongst the stars
Now I find, I turn my eyes to the midnight sky
The tears rolling quickly and quietly as I cry
I'm searching for something left by you
A shooting star, a comet, a clue
Just to let me know your okay, that you made it through
That would make it worth our final good bye
Maybe then my tears would subside
Maybe then they would turn to silent sighs
But the pain will always be with me that is true
For my dearest friend, I will forever miss you
Till we meet again on the other side
There's one thing that will never die
It is constant, it will always be the same
My love for you will always remain
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
goodbye.
dont say
dont give up.
things will get better.
every waking minute becomes darker
and dimmer.
you need not spend your life feeling like that which you are not. feeling as though
this is the end.
for no man, need keep company with thoughts as threating as these,quietly whispering
**** yourself.
i cannot fathom that there are those among us who mock, who utter the words
you are not alone.
That is not true.
i know that for certain
(once more, bottom to top this time.)
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
"Remember when they kept saying I was too blind? I think I was just too in love, too naïve and pure." She quietly mutters, her eyes gazing upon the Vanilla Latte, as they sat in their usual sport in the café. Jessica sighs as she remembers those days clearly.
"You still think about it?" He says, glancing at her. She's grown up so much, beauty is still shines on her face, but the innocent vibe changed into a mature one.
"Of course I do… It feels like yesterday" She smiles at the thoughts, her tinkering smile makes his heat beat all over again. «What happened to us?» He asks himself, suddenly forgetting the answer. "I was blind not to see, weak to not accept".
“I would never forget how cute you looked”.
“Kris ―Now isn't the time for you to tell me that”.
“I know I'm wrong, but that’s the truth. If only I could travel back to the past, like in a time machine― change it and make things right for us”.
“But you can’t do that. Face reality Kris, I've grown up, you said you've moved on, there's no point getting in a time machine now” She says as tears threating to fall from her eyes. Shaking his head he feels like his world is slowly breaking. How he missed her a lot during these seven years, her lavender shampoo which lingers, the caramel hair she had is now dark brown giving her a more elegant charm and that smile which made his heat beat faster everytime, but she was changed “ You let go even when I asked you not to, saying goodbye to everything we had.” She sobs. She's right. He’s the only one to blame for everything. It was all his fault he left her for the dream he could never reach, all his fault he let her fall into a arrange marriage into someone she hated and most of all, he was the one to blame for the pain she's still suffering.
“Sica―”
“Forget it, I have to go, someone's waiting for me and I don’t want to keep them waiting " Pushing her seat she quickly walked away.
«Why did this happen to us?» Remembering all the good moments they had, wanting to say those words that never come out before. He went to chase after her, the long forgotten Vanilla Latte. As he saw her, about to reach her, eveything slipped infront of him.
Getting into the car, Jessica left just like that, just as fast as his heart broke. He last saw her leave with some stranger, who she was forced to be with, because of him. Everything was because of him.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
Hell, what can i say,It's always been this way.
we connect randomly.(is this seat taken?)
break off.(stupid boy|girl segregation)
diverge. (across bus aisles)
recconnect. (hugs before you leave, subtle smiles)
risk.(hopped, hid, rode again in my seat those last few miles) .
create boundaries.(best friend, I'm with her, you're with him)
overstep(i daydream of you...)
overstep.(i dreamed of you last night...)
overstep (i dreamed of you last night again...)
recreate.(i ignore you when you speak, what was that last thing you said?)
walk on blind faith, a little too quickly.(we took two days to talk this over, two weeks to get into bed)
remember we are friends amidst all this ( i did)
and suddenly all the feelings, (or thoughts spinning in my head)
the ones that are thretening to surge freely through me, (undo me)
no restraint, (undid)
threating to take over my actions, my heart, my affections (am i mislead?)
(theyve already strangled my reason)(I'm brainless, because of you, undead)
experience a subtle but calming shift( smootheeee like thisssss)
when i remember(what we said)
I suddenly understand(this isn't wonderland)
why it is I don't want to leave(friends fight, we are friends)
you mean so much more to me(than i could even begin to express)
than emotions high arguing and a dozennn days ive cried( they are nothing compared to it)
you are my friend, (im beginning to think best)
and well, i just... i want you here, (just like this)
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Eye
only see the Dark side
As a threating force....
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
The view revels an ocean,
Dancing below
Sparkling water turns into towering waves
The sight is breathtaking
The cool waters welcome you in
But once you go under,
Become relaxed
Waves get bigger
Threating to pull you under
Tide becomes stronger
Dragging you where you don't want to go
The fight begins,
Ending only when you leave...
*I view a handsome boy
Laughing below
His eyes meet mine creating butterflies
He so looks lovely
His arms welcome me*
But once you get in
Fall in love
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
i honestly never understood how they can say you cannot breathe without someone.Oh you can breathe but the point will be that the breathing will be so painful you may start to wish you lost that ability.Because it will feel like a thousand universes are sitting on your chest yet your eyes are shut too tight to see their beauty,and you are okay with that.And maybe that is where the danger really begins,when you are content with seeing gray,blacks and white and you have put a ban on the colour spectrum threating to rip reds and blow up yellows.Then mountains begin to make homes in your head and their peaks begin to snow on your heart that had already forgotten what a warm ribcage felt like.The stars at that moment that had forged within your eyes over the months start to die out all at once and you are left standing alone in the dark once more,clutching unto the air as though it is a banister that can save you as your knees give in.Finally,finally every part of you gives and you are still awake as the weeds begin to grow on each part of you that their touch always brought to life.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
*Along winding paths of thorns riddled with blood, a tulip grows
Vibrant petals yurning for water to sustain life
The thorns scorned, engulf in waves of powerful ties, threating growth
Battles of power subdue the brains function
Paralized is fear of movement for survival, plans complicated route
Confusion constricts with each breathe
Consciousness is fading onto another world
Final thought is eternal reality*
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
The inner stitching's of my being have begun to unravel themselves.
Each thread held a piece of me that I swore never to release,
For it has brought nothing but evil and disgust to the ones that care for me.
I sowed them with a string so strong and a needle so sharp
That no wear nor test of time could break its hold.
But alas, my fingers must not be as still as they once were
For I find myself twitching at every mere brush of my hand against them.
One by one,
I pull at the stitching's of my dumbfounded self.
The master work I previously preformed has been undone by its
"master" worker.
The irony of the situation astounds me.
How I can and have wronged so many so harshly in such short an amount of time,
Yes, I once sowed these stitching's so tightly
That the devil could not sliver
his was past them.
But I was far to concerned with outside interference to open my eyes and see
That the most devious and most threating obstacle I had to face,
Stared me down in the mirror each and every morning.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Don’t mind me. I’m just your heart, seeing things your eyes never could.
I’m just your eyes, gazing into blank space, tears threating to spill over.
I’m just your hands, shaking at your thoughts.
I’m just your face, devoid of all emotion.
I’m just your mouth, pretending to be happy, twitching as I smile.
I’m just your heart, slowly disintegrating and falling apart.
I’m just your soul, spiraling deeper into nothingness.
I’m just your mind, pushing you farther away from all you’ve ever wanted.
I’m just your stomach, craving food you don’t want.
I’m just your dreams, giving you peace of mind for a little while.
Don’t mind me, I’m the songs you love.
I’m the food you love.
I’m the drinks you drink.
I’m the one who loves you unconditionally.
I’m your honest moments.
I’m your vulnerability.
I’m the one you love with all your heart.
I’m the moon you look at through the night.
I’m the poetry you write, the words you say.
You are what you love, not what’s wrong with you.
You are the love in your heart.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Among the crowd there was a still man. Bewildered he seemed; his eyes not moving though confusion engulfing them. Compelled I was to offer aid but something in his stance stopped me. Described in it were rage, disappointment and the slightest hint of hope. Ecstatic the crowd was and yet he wasn’t able to let himself join the atmosphere. Fabricated around him was an invisible bubble of mental isolation. Granted through my conclusion was that his mind must have been going a thousand miles per hour.
Hesitation again making me balance on the tip of my toes, moving me forward but not quite advancing. Instead, I chose to swing backwards and snap back into my life; his life was none of my business.
Jaws were clenched as I walked back to my car and I realized never before had I actually believed those words. Keeping my thoughts locked up, I felt eyes burning into my back.
“Looking at me, sweety?” A deep voice startled me. Momentarily paralyzed I was. Nervousness gave me chills down my spine. Opened my car door as I ignored the threating voice behind me. Pressure quickly surrounded heavily around my wrist and pulled me right before I could sit on the white leather seats of my car.
“Quiet! Don’t you dare scream” he said. Rapidly, he took out a knife from his back pocket, barely visible.
“Succulent, I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy myself tonight… the first one failed to show up.” Terror filled my lungs, clouded my mind and filled the air around us; it was almost tangible.
Unlike stories I had read, this man couldn’t appear much more trustworthy and calm. Vulgarity seeped through his pores, however; this judgment further proved right when his hand slowly raced up my inner thigh.
“Wait…please….”, I couldn’t manage to spit out anything else. X-ray vision I bet he wished he had by the way he was staring at me. Yet he subtly interlocked his fingers into mine but firmly squeezing my hand.
Zooming cars was the last I heard as he dragged me into the street….
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
I sweat through nightmares,
Clenching the sheets.
In between reality,
And bitter dreams.
How much longer can I fall?
When will I wake up?
I'm giving it all my strength,
But that's all I've got.
No one is scared of heights,
They're scared of falling from them.
Ex. You aren't scared when you look at a tower,
But you're scared when you're at the top.
Legs shaking,
Threating to give out.
Good thing the ground,
Always comes eventually.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 7:46 PM UTC
Once upon a time there was baby trees
and one came to me
and said hes pleased
he shook my hand
and i took his leaf
I hid it and told him i gave it to Kieth
Kieth said "i have not such"
now the tree didn't believe me too much
so i told him "man you need to lighten up,
and take a drink right out of this cup."
he did just that then asked the pup
"have you seen my hand?"
dog said "thats not all you lost man."
so the tree thought "why do i give a ****
I'm going back to Amsterdam"
so i went with the tree and we went back
sat on his porch and smoked a fat sack
then we went down to a local crab shack
but as i was eating one tried to attack
so we left and wondered on down
the block where we were and i couldn't frown
because that tree right now is one hell of a clown
because he brought up the fact thats hes a talking baby tree
and as i began to see
it became funny to me
so funny i laughed until i needed to ***
i stopped and asked someone where the facilities were
they said "don't ask me, ask the tree sir"
so i busted up for a second time
then thought if hes real then to laugh wouldn't be kind
but three just stood there not seeming to mind
so i thought "maybe i should start on home"
i told the tree i was leaving tonight on a plane alone
he said "wait! no don't leave me be!
i mean look at me i'm a talking baby tree!"
so i thought not to hard and not too long
and then said "sure whats the worst that could go wrong?"
little did i know that he was strapped with a bomb
i told him not to use it and he said real calm,
"I'll do what i want you're not my mom."
i thought oh man its that kind of kid
who doesn't give a **** about what he does or did
and if hes that kind of child
his parents probably let him run rampid and wild
then i snapped out of it and said "what am i doing?
its a ******* talking baby tree!"
and since it doesn't have hands it only has leaves
i took it away the bomb that thing
but then i was accused of all the threating
so when i got home i thought **** it,
that ******* baby tree was raised in a bucket
so i found a place where i could then chuck it
it hit the water and made a big splash
i threw it in the lake where people skatter ash
then i went back to Amsterdam to steal that tree's stash
i smoked it all and then took all his cash
so happily ever after i live in peace
without that baby tree since now its deceased
unless it could swim then that would be beast.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
Words,
Thoughts,
Emotions,
And life
Surrounds me in one.
As I begin to write
It all turn into fun, then as I continue,
It starts to turn into violence, and shoot out like a gun.
Everything is so peaceful,
In other people eyes,
But the stream of words,
Titles
And thoughts keep coming in remind,
That I am a poet.
I get the urge to write.
I’m like a crack addict,
Addicted to writing, staying up all night.
Afraid to stop.
Paranoid that the words will
Stay.
Troubled by my thoughts,
As Ink bleed in repay,
Of redemption and
Sequel settings
The hard times of one’s life is mine,
Which is not forgetting.
I seem crazy and quite threating to others.
I talk to myself,
Just quiet,
Unexplainable mutters.
Poetry took my heart and ran,
Made it paper thin,
And red ink span,
Grey lead as a tan,
Poisoning my heart, and making it into flying paper
Cranes.
In only minutes,
Seconds,
I am done with a poem,
That is tied up with the ends of my storm.
I am the devoted,
Thoughtless,
Emotionless,
Lifeless,
Poet.
-Marci H.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
“Not yet,” I whisper to the heavens. “I love it here.” — Clare Cory*
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**when desperate thoughts come seeking me
in the dark dear moments of near insanity,
when the hounding is bounding and baying,
nipping at my heels but aiming for my throat,
and the litany of next time, we’ll meet again,
is a whispery threating thread in my head that no scrubbing,
can unravel, erase, debase, or erase that awful distaste of
my embittered saliva, and a peace of mind finale
comes with a disgustingly disguising crook finger,
offering a taste of relief,
I will remember this story and clap my hands
and reach for the quill,
put down the temptation of the knife
and let it pour on to the paper
thus,**
*expiating and excavating and expectorating
sugary salty bile of
mine own self~hate
by whispering the magic of
Not Yet, Not Yet.*”
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
looking down deep into the floor
i feel the stinging bite of my shame and guilt
her threating words
play over
...and over in my head
my eyes searching for some good reason for this...
there is none
you brought up my past,
to use as your own filthy defense...
you point out me weaknesses and empower me with the things i do not know
so YOU can be lifted up by others, and feel the joy of watching me suffer..
ZAM!!
another stinging shock goes through my body,
slowly killing me with every god **** word you say
can you say, you really dont realize the pain thats shooting through my veins,
pounding at my chest, bringing me to the floor....
i see my pain,
i see yours...
damn...why you?
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I just, want you here, just like this.
Hell, what can i say,It's always been this way.
we connect randomly.(is this seat taken?)
break off.(stupid boy|girl segregation)
diverge. (across bus aisles)
recconnect. (hugs before you leave, subtle smiles)
risk.(hopped, hid, rode again in my seat those last few miles) .
create boundaries.(best friend, I'm with her, you're with him)
overstep(i daydream of you...)
overstep.(i dreamed of you last night...)
overstep (i dreamed of you last night again...)
recreate.(i ignore you when you speak, what was that last thing you said?)
walk on blind faith, a little too quickly.(we took two days to talk this over, two weeks to get into bed)
remember we are friends amidst all this ( i did)
and suddenly all the feelings, (or thoughts spinning in my head)
the ones that are thretening to surge freely through me, (undo me)
no restraint, (undid)
threating to take over my actions, my heart, my affections (am i mislead?)
(theyve already strangled my reason)(I'm brainless, because of you, undead)
experience a subtle but calming shift( smootheeee like thisssss)
when i remember(what we said)
I suddenly understand(this isn't wonderland)
why it is I don't want to leave(friends fight, we are friends)
you mean so much more to me(than i could even begin to express)
than emotions high arguing and a dozennn days ive cried( they are nothing compared to it)
you are my friend, (im beginning to think best)
and well, i just... i want you here, (just like this)
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
What if this is the best it gets? What if you knew that? What would you do then? What if miserable is the happiest you'll ever be? What if? That's all life seems to be any more. What if I cut to deep? What if they notice the scars? What if they don't? What if I took the rest of the pills? What If I made a noose in my closet? What if it doesn't work? What if they send back to the hospital. What if they don't. What would happen if I knew the answer. What if I didn't like it? I can't help but be consumed by the what ifs. All day every day they weigh on my heart, ready to drag their metaphorical claws through me threating to destroy Me and everything i am. But then again what if it doesn't destroy me?
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Number and letters fly about in front of her.
They say something in English,
She knows that much.
But they fly too fast,
Whispering to each other some
Inside joke she'll never be let in on.
They mock her, taunt her
Just like the voices in her head.
Maybe she is crazy,
More likely than not she is.
Voices, voices, voices!
Repeating to her her flaws,
External and in.
And the last remaining strip of sanity inside tells her the voices
Are exaggerating.
That she's good enough, she gets it,
She smart amazing beautiful.
Everything she tells others she knows she is.
But that's a lie too.
The gossiping numbers switch and alternate. Adjust and churn and burn her eyes. Burn her mind.
Or maybe those are just the tears threating to spill.
And if the teacher not two feet away notices she's crying,
He says nothing.
Idle, useless batter all used up.
Her fingers twitch,
Both the ones around the plastic pencil she has jabbed into the numbers.
And the ones on her bag.
She yearns to feel the cool weight of her special pen, to drown in words.
Her earphones, to drown in melodies.
Her blades, to just drown.
But she's in public, so she must be strong.
Be the fierce, happy, intelligent young "lady"
She was taught she must be.
Indecency is a sin.
And somewhere along the way she loses herself.
Manages to hold out until she's in the car, hot summer sun buring her skin.
Sweat forms on her upper lip, mixing with salty tears.
She can't tell which is which.
She lets go in front of her mother, spills as much of her strength as she has left.
But what else should she expect.
"You have a problem. You're going to fail and flunk school," comes the rickety voice.
'You're a failure. A problem. Fail. Fail. Fail. That's all you're good for. Say your final goodbyes and leave. Forever.
We won't miss you,' the voices say.
She thinks she should do just that. Just bleed and leave while tears stain the floor.
But the voices, contradictory, say,
'Attention ***** That's all. That's all,'
So she'll do what she has always done best. The only thing she's good at: act.
Not on a stage; not in front of an audience.
Just a little one woman show ran by her heart and her voices. Alone, she will say the final line.
Take her final bow.
And there is no curtain call.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
We enslaved by the mind why you think they called brain cells,yea it's eight planets so I'm guessing that it's more hells,they aiming for me wit slow bullets call em turtle shells,yea I got a quarter so I'm looking for the wishing wells,say Ima die early man I'm calling that them fairy tales,rapping like I'm casting spells,only taking W's ion really take no L's,and if I did it's a lesson,if I learned it's a blessing,living life like I'm just testing,my opponents they just guessing,changing things like I'm the setting,on the path like I'm just destined,out the box I'm never checking,gods gift I come from heaven,starting things like Armageddon,yea my voice a deadly weapon,asking me a who you threating,officer like why sweating,I want the top like I'm the heading,no conclusion,I do this for my brothers the ones that's on the street and sometimes don't even got they mothers,using drugs as they covers,bussing guns with no rubbers,killing each other like wild lovers life is like a war x2 so what you stand for,is it them Jordan's on your feet,or that song that's on the radio and you only like the beat,this worlds a trick and not a treat,we don't live by they rules so they trying say we cheat,then they **** us with that heat,give our movas the receipt,and it's going stop we just gotta see,you don't gotta be foreign,washing up on the shoring,when I see make up on women ,catch Z's like I'm snoring,expand the mind like we touring,clean up our mess like we choring,treat ignorance like it's boring
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
The slamwhackit bird
Just sitting in a tree
Laughing and calling me
Maliciously.
Threating with flying hordes
Of ziddlyboomers eagerly
He sits in that tree
Just constantly.
The tarfaplagedts fly
When slamwhackits cry
They fear the baffysmafflers
Scrafflenee.
The only hope that’s
Left to me, the tree the
Slamwhackit is sitting in
So smuggilly.
No good to run around
And try to avoid the glaffs.
They fly and I don’t
They always find me.
And they are loud birds
Jalking and blorgging
Almost happily.
So, now I resign myself
To coats of slamwhackit zleeb
Raining from the noobit tree
All over me.
It is my shame to say
This is my worst day today.
Slamwhackit birds proliferate
Everywhere for eternity.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
*When darkness falls somber thoughts take residence in your mind holding your attention hostage
Threating your emotions to do their bidding for countless hours as they point and stare while you die a little each time
Tears glide down your cheeks feeding the pleasure darkness harbors upon you each and every night, hour after hour of antagonizing debriefing
Begging and pleading to one's prideful misery is no match to be won
The vines that bind you grip tightly retaining your hearts contents
Gutting your insides so that your smiles can't be seen, your laughter can't be heard
Outward appearance is a blank page with no color
Constant battles faught between good and evil with no victory to celebrate
Standing is a forced action to carry out the bare minimum of daily function*
Darkness contains you once again in a mid-somber nights dream derailing your hopes of peacefulness
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC