"throught" poems
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*I wander throught the works of art
upon a gorgeous but cool day,
Bewildered by the beauty
(and the price they ask to pay).
Paintings hang in canvas booths
in styles of every kind.
Statues, crafts and metalwork
aesthetically designed
Food and drink and music too
a rousing, festive place.
But oh my friends, the greatest art
was smiles on every face.
So many strangers mingling
with a common goal to share
To wit: a friendly greeting
and goodwill enough to spare.
Indeed, the day was perfect
with weather cool and fine.
But nothing tops a friendly smile
in harmony with mine.*
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
As the ripe of night passes by
he lays on his back and looks to the sky.
A bold gaze he holds in his eyes
as he covers hêr gently under the sheets.
Staring in the broad open he thinks
of how all the universe came to be next to him.
His fingers run along from her thigh to cheek
as he counts all the stars reflected from her ivory-hued skin.
A creature delicate,
painted in colors contrary to the night,
seems like she was chosen to be
even long before those stars gave birth to their light.
As morning comes by,
even before the Sun, she illuminates the sky.
He has never seen something so beautiful,
as that slow waking of her eyes.
No other sight in this world could
feed his gaze like that half-woken confused pale face.
And as she whispered, still in her dreams,
he silently laughed and thanked all,
all that stardust throught the years,
for gathering into something so rare,
so rare, he saw only in her wild untamed hair.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
IF you stand by my side,then you can lean on me
I will care for you,
throught the rough &bad; times,
Stand by myside,and I'LLpromise to love you forever,
Stand by my side,and I will show you a
rainbow after a good nights rain.
Standby my side,I can protect you from
the devil himself!.
IF ,you stand by my side,I'LL,
even pull out a star from the skies above,and give it to you .
Stand by my side,and we can watch the sunset .
Stand by my side .and ILLgive you the world.
Stand by my side ,and I promise to never hurt you.
Lean on me ,for I am strong.
Stand by my side ,and together we can make dreams
come true ,with just one snap ofour fingers.
I can promise you'll never cry anymore or
ever be alone again.
Stand by my side,and I;LLgive you paridise,
But all I want in return,is your love!
SO please wont you stand by my side?.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 7:04 AM UTC
I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Wrinkly woman
Staring strait back at me
Her eyes have bags
She hasent slept in weeks
Her hair all white
White as snow
Her eyes wide like a child's first hope
She looks at me
Puts her and on the mirror
"Dadda?" She asks
" no I'm not your father"
"Dadda?"
" I don't know where he is.."
"Dadda?!" She starts to freak out
" I'm not your father!"
"Dadda!!"
"I DONT KNOW WHERE HE IS! I DONT KNOW WHERE HE WENT! HE LEFT US OK! HE LEFT us.."
She turns her head and looks at me
"Why?" She asks
I tell her" I don't know!"
She points to the watch on her wrist
"He only gives you those so you can count down the minuts to see him! It's not worth it! Every year it's longer and longer, and soon he will walk right out of your life!"
"Dadda is suppost to come! I want to play!"
I look at her, reach out and touch her hair
"The only game our father plays is hide and go seek except we give up looking and waiting for him"
"But I've been waiting since I was three!"
" and now your eighty! Don't you see? Go get sleep or find some friends! You will find other love, it's just as good."
"Don't lie to me!" She demands in a deep voice. Her eyes full of hate!
"No don't do that! You don't deserve all that hate !"
" nothing is as good as a fathers love! Not a date, a true boyfriend NOTHING!"
"How do you know ? We have never had a fathers love!"
" but you see it around you. Then you give up and try boy love."
"Don't say that!"
"You know it's true the only reason you date boys is to find some love for you! You seek attention and kisses and hugs! So you feel someone truly cares and loves! Your pathetic trying to wait! Pretending to love him every holiday ! "
"SHUT UP SHUT UP!!" I say and punch the mirror
"Why don't you make me! You pathetic slime You can't enjoy Christmas *** he's gone mine !"
I stood up and stare her in the eyes. "No one owns me or tells me what to do!"
"Oh I'm so scared!"
"Yes yes you are ! Your scared of never being enough! Your scared that if your not pretty! You'll die and he won't give a **** Your scared that you will loose him! Your scared no one will care! Well guess what buddyriend and family that care !"
"Why don't you sleep it off? And wait for him to care?"
"IM DONE SLEEPING AND WAITING FOR HIM !" I reach in and grab her by the throught. "AND IM DONE LISTENING TO YOU!"
I turn her neck till the mirror shatters
The glass breaks
my hand blead
I sit and cry like nothing mattered
I look at one of the pieces on the ground in front of me. It's a little girl only about age 3.
"Thank you" she says and curtsys and disinagrates away.
I sit and cry. Tears of joy
Nothing is more blissful then freedom
Even more then a boy.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Today I walked in from work
Making my way throught the strange and quiet house.
I couldn't understand when I walked into my room and saw you snuggled in my blanket
My bed has never looked so warm and so inviting
Your red hair spilling all over the pillows
Cascading into the shadow
I laid down fully dressed
Laying there in a dream
You are evreything that I will ever need
My best friend
pocketwatch
rain cloud
kissing booth
So strange to see your lips agian
Pursed and perfect
Red stained Beautiful
All so warm and simple
Not like the others
Her whole life is sweet and gentle
You can watch the parts of my life you touch
Turn away from the stoney lonesome
Your vines, your ivy, sweet smelling flowers
Wearing angel soft petals bloom in the pale moon
So what is left for me?
What more do I need?
I have my "Shelter from the Storm"
So
a long tired kiss is in order
on sleeping lips
soft and unkowing
Curling up in the warmth next to her
The flower wrapping her warm petals about me
I need nothing else in this world
As I begin to drift off into sleep so complete
A rustling on the bed beside me
Warm lips touch my ear
I hear her breathe "thank you"
and like that she left me there
I wake up alone
On this old couch
Sunlight creeping in through the broken blinds
In this trash apartment
In this nowhere town
Sober
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
I grew up knowing to accept hate
It was a childhood version of how to segregate
Children were never kind to me through the years
Forming more hate that built up and filled with fears
I was lucky compared to most kids though
I never had a true taste of hate I had yet to know
In the past kids were segregated for their race
It was as if this entire world bashed them for taking up some space
The entire nation was once split in two
Brother after brother is something we all knew
The north and south each all fighting for something not alike
But that only made the hope of happiness winning to begin to spike
A great man stood in the great battle field between us all
Un-segregating those who needed it afterall
He was shot dead fighting for what he wanted
Some people really didn't know his hopes and they felt daunted
Today we fight another battlefield of pain
Thought must of this fighting is in vain
A man took the lives of many Americans twelve years ago
Destroyed the very being of America that we used to know
When the depression ran throught the nation
We still had to deal with all of the segregation
It ran through all of us as people living in peace
Chopping us up as humans without need piece by piece
Another war is in sight though we choose not to see it
A fatal blow to many of us as if we got hardly hit
Seperation throught the nation through segregation in our own eye
Whether we be gay, straight, trans, or even bi
We're all still people and still human
If only we truly knew about it then
I grew up in a world free of most types of hate
But we all knew we all live in a world who chooses to segregate
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Throught the trees of Tamarit
have come the hounds of lead
waiting for the branches to fall,
waiting till they shatter themselves.
Tamarit has an apple tree
with an apple on it that sobs.
A nightingale gathers the sighs
and a pheasant leads them off through the dust.
But the branches are happiness,
the branches are like us.
They don't think of rain, they sleep,
as if they were trees, just like that.
Sitting, their knees in water,
two valleys awaited the Fall.
The twilight with elephantine step
leant against trunks and branches.
Through the trees of Tamarit
are many children with veiled faces
waiting for my branches to fall,
waiting till they shatter themselves.
3k
I recall her stripping me naked
Then she danced around the bed
Slowly, enticingly disrobing her voluptuous form
Her firm breast bouncing free from her bra
My ******** began to ache
As she slipped her tounge around it's head
Her ******* hard & rubbery adorned
the fleshy mountains I saw
Hands wrapped around each
I stroked & squeezed & suckeled
Her wet crotch sliding down my leg
Left a sticky trail
Her mouth found a throbing shift
And stoked it to it's base
Where there she ****** in my *****
And gently rolled them in her mouth
And around her face
Up the shaft she came again
though this time it slide down
Her throught, warm & wet & exhaled
Again & again she went
I almost surcumed
I pushed her back
And dove between her thighs
My tounge found that sweet spot
between the sticky lips
Lapping up her sweet honey drips
Sliding my tounge from one end to the other
******* on that harden ****
Until she gushed more sticky stuff
Then slowly I plunged as deep as I could
Filling up that sweet pink hole
And there I plunged again & again
Until my cheeks were sore
Slowly I raised myself
Hands upon her thighs
Spreading her lovelyness
As wide as she could split
She reached down & grabed my form
Holding hard she guided it in
Not even a chance to heav forwards
SHE CAME UP KER BAM
As she fell back I drove it home
My ***** smacked her in the ***
Stroking deep & slow at first
There was no holding her back
Bucking & bounching she managed
to turn around so I got her from hehind
She reached under & grabed my *****
Like a lease it was as she pulled me in
Faster & faster we went
Then she pushed me back
Grabed my shaft & began to ****
She said to me very sweetly
I want to drink U all
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
I admire you.
The honesty, the purity
The seconds of happiness
The moments of passion
How does this moment last forever?
Without secrecy...but the same intimacy.
How does one feel?
How should we react?
What is right doesnt mean it will lead to happiness.
What is wrong doesnt mean its worth loosing what is.
But how do we know?
We dont.
Its all risks. A risk worth taking?
A risk worth fighting for?
Whatevere it was...
All it took was a single spark.
All it takes is a singe spark.
A single spark that set ablaze not just the heart.
A spark felt throught.
It never felt so good to be on fire.
But how does a spark end?
Pour water on it?
No. Not this kind of spark.
This is one that merges.
Before it dies out,
It catches fire with someone elses spark.
Fight fire with fire.
And all you get is a bigger fire.
Could the flames burn for eternity?
Die out in a day?
But, how did the spark catch on this much?
Whats so special?
Sirens preserve theirs under the moonlight.
Where the smoke creates the plantes.
The planets then orbit the earth.
Fall down and blaze up the fire again.
The Sparrow is a little more chaotic and less poetic.
She lights up her home, but she keeps adding the twigs.
Does she destroyed her own home?
Or has she created a weapon?
All it takes is a single spark,
To start a fire, a revolution, a war
And the most important thing of all.
To start the shimmerin your eye.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
As I sit and feel the warm sun,
as I bend and breathe,
as I hear the avion flirtations
throught the daffodil lament,
I absorb,
like a smiling sponge of incredible size,
like a leaf adrift on the ocean's breath.
I write,
like the searching ponder,
like the probing wonder.
I think,
like the white lotus sighs,
like the rolling hill-fog sunrise.
To explore, I dive, I climb, I lay.
To learn, I rest, I trip, I fumble.
To love, I touch, I kiss, I see.
To live, I do, I am, I be.
To write again,
Finally,
Brings
A flood.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
Moonlight dancing at the top of the hills
Throught the trees the light spills
Long black dress, sleek and shimmering
Trails behind me , green eyes luminescent in the night
My hair long in swirls down my back
Hand to bark
Breath to the chill of the air
I can feel it
I was here
In another demension
One that I traveled to
I came here , I just wanted to see you
Bare feet intertwined with the grass
I dance
Dance with the silence
Dance to my heartbeat
Dance to my breathing
Hands raised to touch the sky
Dark in its slumber
Close my green eyes
And picture a wolf
Black to match the night
And a star , of white placed
Between my green eyes
And when I reopen them
I stand on four paws
I feel free in my new skin
Tall in my new fur
And I run to the song of my paws
A howl above another
Alpha to this lone wolf pack
Into the distance I'm enveloped by
Dreams crescent arms
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:48 AM UTC
The youngest of them all,
at times being the only one around her,
got me fed up.
Her love seemed like hate,
her protection like punishment,
yet never knowing that a time would come,
the time to find my freedom,
to see love and care in her,
to see comfort and safety in her protection.
She is the woman that kept me in her womp for nine months,
with a lot of pain
she brought me to the world,
with too much sufering,
she still never gave me up for adoption.
She is my mother,
the woman i can brag about everyday.
She is my mother,
the woman i love so much without any daught.
She made me vigilant to the things of this world,
groomed me with wisdom.
Taught me knowledge
and gave me the name Nolwazi[which means knowledge]
she fought for me never letting me sleep on an empty stomach.
She held me tight and made sure
that i went on with my studies.
She is my mother,
a woman i love so much,
a God fearing woman,
i never got to write about her until today,
she kept me warm throught the stormy nights,
and whispered in my ear while in her harms till i fell asleep.
I love her so much,
no one's love is greater than hers.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
All throught the night I dream
Because you are by my side
Caring in your special way
Dreaming as well, next to me
Each other dream of our love
For we dream together
Giving our love our hope
Hope that we cherish in our sleep
In our dreams we are always as one
Just being in our dreams here together
Knowing our love shines in our minds
Loving our souls and our bodies tonight
Mind and body reunited in our special place
Never being apart from our dreams and desires
On a higher plain of existence, together
Placing our promises and our love for ourselves
Quest of our salvation we find in each others arms
Reaching out and holding on for what we have
Special love belongs only to us this night
Two souls that entwine together for ever and ever
Under the dreams that protect our love at all times
Velvet kisses that we share in a dream scope
We never drift away from silver reflections of the heart
X marks the spot that our dreams take us now
Your dream to me is mine I share with you
Zodiac signs matched with love in dream
copyright Chris Smith 2009L
Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 3:25 AM UTC
Left to our own devices,
what mischief can we find?
Some trouble to get into,
a worm inside my mind.
Climb up a tree,
or better a cliff!
Boo, not enough danger,
only a whiff.
Lets make a fire,
down in the wood.
Then put in gas canisters,
explosions are good!
Barely a bang,
what a waste of a fire,
so we run throught the flames,
like it's our funeral pyre!
Take the big knife,
thrown back and fore,
if I make Andrew duck,
it raises my score.
Found a long rope,
that means some fun!
I'll be trussed up and dangled,
so off I will run.
Time to go home now,
off to our bed.
We're both over 40,
but still kids in our head.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 5:58 AM UTC
They move,
Slowly they move
Closer to each others they move.
Those shades of white
Those white knights
The knights of the light
Throught the blue sky
High in that sky
They fly ...
Beyond that blue, they move
And from your blues they let you move
The whiteness within you start mooving
The tongue within your soul start mooving
The inner voice within you, with you start speeking ...
"SMILE !"
"Smile" they say !?
"Your smile display"
"Display" they say !?
You don't know how or why
You smile just arise
Then you contemplate their smile
You want to touch them
You want to fly with them
You want to smile for them
They are still moving
Not to the north, nor to the south
Not to west, nor to the east
In a complete mystery
But perfectly
In a total harmony
Like a holy symphony
They are just dancing ...
And you are just smiling ...
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
i met her in killarney a good old irish girl
my head was in a spin my mind was in a whirl
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
and a loving smile that she gave me to me.
i fell in love with her body heart and soul
made me feel so happy made feel so whole
we went for a walk together side by side
i could feel my heart filling up with pride
walking through the fields with its grass so green
with its different shades that were in between
holding hand in hand as we walked along
with the meadow lark singing us his song
everything so peaceful as gentle as can be
no one else around theres just her and me
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
my good irish girl that sets my spirit free
holding hand in hand throught the fields so green
counting all the shades that were in between
no one else around as quiet as can be
my good old irish girl theres just her and me
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Nosy little red head,
don't be a snitch.
Nosy little red head,
acting like a *****
Stay in your own ****
or I'll treat you like a kid.
I wanted to slit your throught,
when I heard you read my note.
Not for nosy red head,
so hold your tounge or you'll wish you were dead.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
I went to the airport today , as my mom was traveling I was there my sister ,my father and we kept doing our goodbyes as my father expressed how much he will miss her about 10 times .. even though she's coming back in a week.
While I was sitting there a man caught my eye he was with a lady a smaller asian lady , she was dressed very simply looks like she doesn't have much, her hair was messy .. she doesn't seem to care about how she looks , he was pushing her from her hand joint and not her actual hand .. his grip firm .. like she was a stray dog and he was containing her from runing wild . He was dressed more decently and he seemed from the gulf and he seemed like he wanted to get this over with .. he kept pushing her as my eyes involuntarily followed their every move he had a passport in his hand seemed hers and a small bag .. no luggage.
I saw her passing throught the checkpoints and I lost them for a while Finally it was time to leave my mom at the check point where only the travelers can pass .. that's when I saw that lady again and the security was behind her again guiding her like a stray puppy to the man who happened to be next to me .. the security handed her over to the man who didn't seem so happy to see her again as the security said " the captin won't allow her on his flight like this, she needs to wake up from whatever she's in" ... that's when I lost them again as my mother was waving to us the final wave I got occupied by waving back and then watched her leave .finally we decided to leave the airport and for the last time I found the lady agian sitting alone starring into the ground her head waving back and forth like her neck was not strong enough to hold her head .. as I saw the man leaving the airport door with a key in his hand .. he left the bag and passport with her and left .. and we left too
But she stayed there
Unaware and rejected
lost but no one was searching
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another.
No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God.
His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead.
The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come.
Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation.
He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death.
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead.
Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another.
Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him.
For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
love songs
sugar tears
dried by handsome princes
traipsing merrily throught the daisies
the demon laughs
and gives the globe
another shake
as the dark sky
disintegrates around her
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
Everyday I face a war within myself
I look in the mirror and think
and how my family would be better without me
The troubles theyve gone through because of you
I look at my wrists,I clenched my fists and walk away
If only it was that simple
Knowing I need to get throught this
Thinking this way,is just not me
I'am not myself,to harm myself
I'am tired its just so much
What now?,Not sure
Everyday is gonna be a daily struggle
I know that for sure
I feel like cold,hard stone
I dont when,I dont how
I will climb out of this hole
and will see the light
And seek for help
If I could cry,I would
You would think I am happy,I'am not
I'm not miserable
Im just not me right now
I will comfront my demon within me
Because I do not know this girl Ive become
Outside,I'm the same silly girl
Inside,Im dry like the desert
I will find myself once and for all
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 12:44 AM UTC
No leaf
shall leave
her branch
undone
until she sing
with glory
displaying
a tapestry
of deep burgundy red and
bright pumpkin orange
autumn leaves falling
through
this
daybreak's gold
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 7:38 AM UTC
The flames are haunting my soul
Trying to catch me as I run
Run away from the horror that is my life
The terrible life I've been living
These mistakes I once made
Were never forgivin
As they eat me alive everyday
Guilt runs throught my body like blood
With too many emotions to cope with
I don't know how to control things
I just hide it all with a smile
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
we all have our stories.
stored in cafes, empty beer bottles,
soaked clothes, tattered floppy disks.
old film cameras, b/w reels.
we keep these memories with us,
and displace them as well.
their cytotoxicity travels
throught terminals of life's airport.
eventually new souls come and go.
terminals change, destinations flicker
on digital screens.
we delay our feelings, fall in love
with the impossibility of circumstance.
we all have our stories,
maybe in poems like these, or
photographs like the screenshot i would take to share this poem.
we all have our stories,
and not all stories are as happy
as the plants kept beside me while
i sit and write this poem down.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 7:57 AM UTC
I found the sky beneath my horizon
I flew to the plains majestic and vast
I rang the bells of the god in the mountains
I breathed the air of the valley enchanting
I saw the wanderers throught their quest and thirst
I saw the men fall for the valleys at dusk
Ive seen the love that grows beneath the trees
Like the shadowed cloud on a monsoon eve
I felt the drench and the drops so hard
And the mother river flowing very deep and far
I had no doubts And I also believed
I was still curious I was still keen
I had to wander I had to dream!!
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC