"tinting" poems
Welcome the new day
As night lifted her screen
The sun had brought its palette
Boasting of colours never before I've seen
Rays like paintbrushes
As they dove into the water
Light explosively burst into emeralds
Ripple and eddies would sparkle and shimmer
Bolts from the orange orb
Speared the tops of trees and sprawling ground
Tinting their leaves with green of olives
And grass with freshness abound
Its wand touched the tip of the distant lighthouse
Turning it the brightest green
It brought life back to my surrounding
Layered my eyes with the greenest of sheens
Such beauty laid bare
The difference was literally night and day
But my heart is also green
To readily accept what my mind has to say
As if a child
Or yet still a greenhorn
I should ignore the stains of yellow
And enjoy this new day that had just been born
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
anise flavored love song
black as night unseen
fog fills tinting windows
bite me like I'm soylent green
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
Grey is my pain(t)
Smeared on this tain(t)
Seeping in(k)
Entanglement be my kin(k)
Now I thin(k)
Soon I will sin(k)
My mind ramble(d) on and on
Struggle(d) till I'm almost gone
Overused angular frow(n)
Paint over the brow(n)
That had (s)oiled this painting
(Sp)Oiled by sporadic inking
The ***** in my skin
Sung of battles that reside (with)in
My armour though(t) sturdy
In(side) I only bury
Must...
Plan(t) my feet
Swift is my flee(t)
Envision my escape(s)
Beyond the cordoning tape(s)
Shed the armour and reveal the s(h)eep
My vulnerability hid(den) deep
Let loose... The courage I hone(d)
Let them be heard... Voices that groan(ed)
I await... Patient(ly)
Time I bide... Defiant(ly)
Fade(d), bleeding away
Shade(d)... With gloom that stay
Grey is my pain(t)
Only colour, tinting my tain(t)
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
a heartness of light displays ;
in initial tinting
the morning
tipsy
dunked in the thirst
from the passing night
unnecessary
the fight we experience
in darkness seems
once exposed
wincing in the maturing sunlight
a wedded weight is removed
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
Stencils and pencils
Sharpener mishaps
Doodles, scribbles
Scrambling shades
Blending sketches
Running axis points
Spherical shadows
Tinting hints and hues
Pencilled portraits
Cruel crooked eyes
The bendy nose
Philosophical muse
Artistically inspired
Shading and fading
Realistically amused
Fused within reality
Surreal tuned vices
Meet-ups and sit ups
Outlines freakily patched
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point.
The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in.
I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here
Carried it away to parts unknown.
My god.
My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender
Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone.
She is forgiving
She looks at me with eyes that glisten.
In the starlight. But time is not my ally.
Soon I think she will deny me.
A lover scorned.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
She came into her life
A mere stranger of coincidence
Alexander McQueen ivory silk tulle
Empire line gown.
All senses heightened;
She was waiting amidst
The exotic smell of burning
Candle wax.
The scent of a woman clinging
To lustful air, white roses ribboned
Thorns tinting porcelain skin.
She hears the patter, not dislike
A small child coming toward you.
All senses are broken; just a voice
So much power in the echo
Of words spoken with such
Fluidity.
**** he ******* knew that
She was awake, Louboutin steps
Scaring the devil itself; what sin.
Walking through flames,
Burning, hot coals; presence.
Ophelia approaches, a creature
Secure, arms wrapped tight
And smiles at her.
Ophelia speaks to her; lifting her arms
To wrap around her instead.
A gentle hand, to the thigh
A soft caress across silver scars.
The girl feels; inadequate
And yet, forgiven for all she has
Committed; sins of the flesh.
It was only now that, this goddess
Of desire, lust and eternity
Could mark a soul, for she was an
Angel, winged feathers a glow.
She reaches to the empty soul
Challenges her resoluteness
"What can I do to help?"
Eyes welling, the sound of a
Tear, akin to a pin drop
In silence.
In that silence, words formed
Like cloud patterns, shifting
Graceful elegance.
Nothing was heard, all was spoken.
Ophelia stole her heart,
The girl will always be attached
By symbolic resurrections
Of strength,
Spiritual
From
The heart and mind.
© Sia Jane
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
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Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
Leaping like Leopards to the Sky
Then at the feet of the old Horizon
Laying her spotted Face to die
Stooping as low as the Otter’s Window
Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn
Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow
And the Juggler of Day is gone
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Her thoughts.
I lie down on the grass
seeing the sun shine on my face
Making my hands sweat as I reach out to it
Tinting my face red with the heat it brings
You're beside me.
The greatest thing that happened to me.
I don't want to lose you.
I plead to anyone who'd hear my prayer.
His thoughts
I lie down on this hospital bed.
My smile reflected on your eyes like glass.
My hands shiver, shake, tremble as it reaches for your cheeks.
I fail. Hand drops. Pale skin. Cold heart. Enter nothingness.
Your tears are the only warmth on my body.
Goodbye, My beloved.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
*Those words I've been dreading to hear,
Not boldly uttered--
But clearly, I could feel...*
***Unspoken words, indeed they sear...
Seemingly rendering you unfettered.
Our flags mismatched in mauve and teal.***
*I marched my fingers, slowly,
To your cheeks down to your lips.
Touched the traces of stained tears.
From deep slumber,
You've awaken.
Eyes fluttered open.
Those eyes.
They spoke.
Those eyes.
They told me to stay---
To stay.
Away.*
***I cupped your face while time froze in
eternity...
Locked in tender gaze as my heart dips.
Reflected in yours were the wasted
years...
Felt the weight of commitment's anchor...
Dragged over a land forsaken...
Overladen...
With dastardly lies...
Tinting future skies so grey,
But my mouth would welcome the urge to
say,
Of the courage long held at bay...
This minute... This day...***
*Sweetly tortured by your kiss.
The pain came.
Swift.
Blinding.
Sharp.
It pierced me to where i am.
My heart shattered before it dies.*
***These subtle hints you conveniently miss,
Only hastened the end of this game...
Time had seen our hearts set adrift...
We are only playing,
A broken, detuned harp...
Withholding our conflicting wants, much
like a dam.
Protecting us from defeated cries...
So let us dispense with sweet
pleasantries.
Let us bid farewell to the dream of our
unified fates in one painful sigh...***
*Along with all our
memories.
And your words of goodbye.*
iammissbrightside
ryn
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I was deep in the land of shadows
Halfway between the living and dead
In the awful silence of void
The atmospheres soft
And it’s people plastic
Mephistophelean and astute
When a band of ruffians stormed
The inferno beneath
With volcanic tremor
Sweeping down like a tidal wave
Of so terrific Tsunamic magnitude
Spurning all restraint
Slowed down my pace
By reciprocal math of wizardly
Substituting the direct proportion for inverse
I dragged and they almost flew
Corpsic form and tattered cloth
Is all I see and
Gaping mouth oozing blood
Grotesque creatures tinting hell
After me and almost done
I should out loud voiceless
I reach for the nothingness
And there’s no thing
I stretch still to scale it down
Wishing I had wings
And take flight
Or superhuman like Superman
Hopping I possessed metaphysical force
Like the Matrix upgrade version
To disembody and dematerialize
And so vanish into stillness
To hang in space out of sight
By the trickery of magic
To cast spell like lady of the Voodoo
And freeze plant herbage and the human
Instantly and give a diabolic glean
Make a catwalk of villain trump
To the disgust of victim
And ultimate flown of the gods
That hardly smile anyway
But I am human and my powers feeble
My infinity lies bound within
Time and daylight
The parameters of finite
In a rat race so unfair
Distances too close and defeat too plain
I die out and awoke within
To brace another day with headache
Devil, I escaped Gehenna
That gives me surety I will outpace you
For what I saw when I slept
Hail Tartarus I am Morpheus
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
Floating,
Pleasantly oblivious,
In false clarity,
'Til the sun goes down,
Tinting the sky,
A vibrant array,
Of golden red,
And sweet marigold hues,
I slip,
8eyond the safety,
Of the calm surface,
Sinking carelessly,
Allowing gravity to drown,
What's left,
Without a single attempt,
Of protest,
Drifting peacefully,
From conciousness,
Into the unknown,
With wistfulness,
Painted on my face,
As I die,
Searching hopelessly,
In the sky,
For him
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
Not unlike lights turning off abruptly
the rumble of the earth underneath
the waves of the sea rushing
unfamiliar faces passing
dark grey clouds gathering
blood tinting the river
and a lifeless corpse falling
Dread clutches my throat
and drags me into the abyss
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
I always see the evening when we met--
The first of June baptized in tender rain--
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love's pain.
I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;
Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song.
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
A love so fugitive and so complete.
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Sounds are making an impact on metaphors
dropping slight rain on the flowing river,
very winds are playing with water,
Sometimes reminiscent echoes
Lost days
Restless Night's Story
Mystic Songs,
Again returning the portrait of thy face
Hear the echoes of the enigma
melodies of anklet
The sounds of the doors of an old house,
The glory stormy night, surrounded by mystery
Alone
repeatedly thundering
Follow thy footprints,
Searching silently
between the times colliding
pushed each other,
Tunes
Shakes
bit to bit dilation
whispering the words within the flows
wind of banner murmuring
through the memories
dark playing with light
Continuous the wind blowing
Clouds moving
You have hidden in the shadows
Black and white mingling,
In the changing light
Colors tinting
Your forms amazing
Clouds rafting
See with steadfast gaze
Have grown tired in the dreams
But can't catch up thy
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
//winter//
the frost that clings to your bones -
like it lives there -
makes such a home under your skin
in the way that I wish I could
burry myself – deep within,
the warmth of your breath
ghosting the air,
rose tinting on your cheeks -
the snowflakes upon your hair
it is in this season
that your love is a blanket
//spring//
The flowers bloom in your hair,
the pollen dancing to your eyelashes
how can spring sit here
with you?
spend a day aside from the world -
spend a day away from me,
living within your own beauty,
this charm that you share
it’s almost unfair (to us mere mortals)
it is in this season
that your love is beautiful
//summer//
The sunlight in your eyes is a searchlight
calling me through those lazy days
like burning, the kiss of your skin
makes the shiver underneath my own
seem so unlike the season,
you step around
the heat in me
like it’s nothing
like it’s just incandescent
it is in this season
that your love is on fire
//autumn//
leaves fall around you – like a crown
a king of the season
and death doesn’t matter
when you hold so much life,
and drop not a single ounce of care
for the wilt in the flowers stem,
and the lightning, the clouds, the breeze
are side effects
of your touch
it is in my favourite season
that your love is more powerful than I
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
Frozen fragments
Icily dispersed
As beads that necklace
The moon.
The gleam
Of light reflected
Tinting
The lacy ring
With smudge-faded
Rainbow colors.
"Beautiful", they all say.
But poor Luna,
Who shows up every night.
Only considered wonderful,
Because of a mere circle of light.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
new day,
old men and
every hour
retains their listless exhaustion;
half-hearts beat in their chests.
"The sky is bright today," I say, making
small talk.
"Don't worry, " he says through a concrete smile,
"we're tinting the windows tomorrow"
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
it tastes like bile in the back of your throat
feels like tears stinging behind your eyes
like a migraine just beginning
like a high pitched whine at the highest volume
it seeps into things unrelated
tinting your favorite colors
flavoring your favorite foods
putting white noise in all your favorite songs
it leaks onto your friendships
staining arms after hugs
leaving laughs polluted
reflecting in eyes that’d trust you with anything
it screams at it wins
the sound one of terrifying joy
“burn!” it commands
but you are made of stone and mortar
it fills your chest with unease
your fingertips with trembles
your mind with final conclusions
your lips with lies that taste like sugar
“I don’t” but you don’t mean that
“I don’t want” but you do
“I can’t” but you can
“I won’t” but you will.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
If you can't see me
technically I'm creeping.
That's the thing about van life at the beach.
The tinting on the windows
provide a delightful treat.
Greetings, yummy surfer meat.
Why would he change out here in the open
if he didn't want to be appreciated
for the beautiful piece of art he is?
If I touch myself, I'm a creep.
But my eyes can eat the meat.
Cold. He tenses his muscles.
I'm starved so I notice
He can't see me but-
what if I'm his destiny!
Nope. He's gone.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
my body is an
electron multiplying charge coupled device
and the burning photons
browning my skin
tinting my hair to an effortlessly highlighted hue
are absorbed
shooting out electrons
from the arching potential
running just under the surface
like my skin is some insulator
to protect other’s touch
so my electricity doesn’t
stop a beating heart
has my heart somehow turned into a generator?
pumping out electrons like
some sort of continuously accelerating
perpetual motion machine
i tremble
the noise from the signal emitted
static snaps in my hair
and imaginary wildfires dance forth
ripping and roaring in my head
the tinder of my thoughts
feeding their starved pallattes
and they need more and more
as the flames call to me and weep
the goddess of electrons
with voltage running through every vein
and amperes arching through arteries with the energy of my heart
the exception to the notion handed down by Newton
energy and matter are neither created nor destroyed
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Sorrow like steel bullets to that solid chest
Siphoning those restful breaths
Sprinting bewildered within a concrete jungle
Scanning for release he needs
Anger like unruly blisters on those soles
Aching silently from the foundation
Assaulting the tattered wallpaper
Awaiting the release he needs
Terror like pungent sweat down that frigid back
Tinting the hue of his identity
Trusting sincerely the happiness implied
Thieving for the release he needs
Hopelessness like the deceiving lull of sleep
Heaving him again into helpless vulnerability
Hating vividly every moment undisturbed
Hurting for the release he needs
Dependency like venom claiming those vicious veins
Delivering toxic emptiness to the tombs of his soul
Deemed forever another worthless ******
Doomed forever to the release he needs
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point.
The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in.
I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here
Carried it away to parts unknown.
My god.
My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender
Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone.
She is forgiving
She looks at me with eyes that glisten.
In the starlight. But time is not my ally.
Soon I think she will deny me
A lover scorned.
I must return to her soon or lose my identity.
Misting heat. Silent roar. Deafening silence
As she whispers me home. Whispers me home.
Night scents .
Blinding darkness bids me ***** forward to lapping shores
Sky so black and starlit that my eyes seek a higher dimension
of comprehension.
Her rivers run emerald and deep.Glisten in the setting sun. A million shimmering diamonds
run to bank in rivulets so perfect as only nature can conjure. I forgot her in my travails.
And she will reprimand my questing hand as cold and dead to her.
My Belize. My forgotten love.
So dismissive have I been as worldly thing have give me waxen wings for
flights of fancy far from my reality.
I am coming back to you my love though buffeted and chastened.
To you to rub my feet and sooth my soul.
I am still what I was before.
And desirous of more still.
Teach me,love me ,Give me one more chance
After all,It is your siren call that hastens my steps
to your embrace.
Homeward.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
send me a breeze, baby blue
maybe i'll swim on that love, to
her speckle-dust cobwebs
fingerstemmed
in her skin
tinting my feathered heart
with her mosaic smile,
shards of a past she screams,
"stay a while,
baby blue"
long enough to hold her frozen hands,
kicking at the ashes
sift.
sift through*
breaststroke through the debri
i caught your smile,
and fed it to,
the holes in her heart
wearing her
in
out*
in & out.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
You were light like tissue paper
Crackling and brightly colored
Falling in layers and tinting my space
I wore you like a dress
And never got more compliments
Though barely wrapped, lacking expertise
I stretched you out in the sun
To keep the grass from sticking to my skin
The weather’s been dry, and the dust felt unpleasant
I held you up against the rain
And invited someone under
Smiling to have you between us and getting wet
And I ruined you like tissue paper
Easily torn and crippled by moisture
Stuck to walls in pieces
The rest of you makes grotesque confetti
To celebrate whatever I have left to celebrate
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC