"tombed" poems
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?
Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which usèd, lives th’ executor to be.
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I saw you between buildings
working in sun
network of light
letting liberty reconnect.
Wires buzzed
high voltage streamed inside them
darkness questioned its own shades
sparks dripped into night's gulf.
Fervent as LIGHTNING
lathering rooftops
sizzling bolts spying timber
smothering scars.
I saw you tunnel down
infinite pure light
shattered by solitude
entering bold, courageous
down into dark mines
soldier who never stumbles
suspending notes caressed in silence
protecting seeds, engaged by yearning
I watched you grow
twisting up
gnawed by roots and rocks
begging for water
circling wider than galaxies
melting skin, taking down drapes
promising to visit me
in tombed up places
dizzy as smoke
curled up by desire
amnesia searching for identity
drafted by absolute fire
changless architect
rerouting for change
vicious as dawn rising in Saturn
gentle as mist leaking from
her melted eyes
swallowing his compassion
vanquished revenge to steam
her savage attack whirled
in amorous sheets.
I felt you unveil arousing
every heartsick wish
blasted down by wailing wills
puddles of December gathering
reflecting on above
while drowning below
who is it speaking kindness
after rippling screams uprooted trees
volley my soul
back and forth
between worlds
consume this spark
encircle your breath
with goading light
dancing inbetween
two ruined buildings
I listened to rocks slurring for mountain
I heard trees lust for water
I felt the cries of troubled voices
flare across two highways
rerouted by dark and light.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
the immersion in media
i feel weaponized
part of an inhuman condition
a heated communal militia head space
gilded with fear but splintered of opinions
sperming in a holding pattern
like fish in a overpopulated aquarium
we're stunning ourselves on the sides
batting at it to for an expansion
frenzy of communication
but other life continues
seemingly untainted
indifferent
certainly
see !
the
birds
aviate
and i feel
there is reassurance
the worlds life will outlast us
what's the worst that we could do ?
we'll not be taking it to our grave ;
a pharaoh tombed with ornamental company
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 12:28 PM UTC
A true stranger
Bedazzling in your mysteriousness
One could wonder the secrets you tombed in
The taste of a new world? Perhaps?
Or just another common jewel
Being traded frequently at the market
The air you give in
Exotic, really
The colours you draw in
Flows with uniqueness
But the way you sway
The way you mingle
Limited to certain
Could it be?
Well, that's just great
The beauty of an angel
But her pompousness is in the way
A bitter taste to a delectable cake
A mighty spoil to a great scenery
Perhaps I been aiming high
Time to start from the bottom again
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Strength in this green abyss my poet give me,
Endurin' stale air mashed with ticks of time
Who still tombed beneath my mind with plea,
Beg, release, carry thee through field's sublime.
As if floatin' high on a cloud cushion'd white
Starrin' with hoverin' gulls cupp'd on gentle breeze hands,
Spreadin' views of meadows lush over a dreaméd sight,
To see this myself to vision myself over glorious lands.
The work of the poet not unlike scolded skin to turn red,
Touch softly the area around ruby's tender heat'd glow,
Takes my tedium with magic guile from out my head,
Soothes the burn with lotion, easin' my throbbing sorrow.
I throw, with all lovin' intent a polite gesture to thee,
For this my poet and for this throw one back to me.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
everything is going to sink.
the bubbles of air will sink
the troubles will sink
rocks will break my toes
twine will sew back together
you cannot save me
you will only sink if you jump in
you will only sink.
The price of a life will drop
the money in coins will sink
the paper will rip
but mine will bloom
like a flower filled with blood
because we both bleed red
mine is like syrup
yours is like oil
i will sink.
The colors they will sink too.
my soul It will collapse under pressure.
my life will escape before the last breathe.
but it will only sink further.
like passengers in submarines
we will cry salt.
we will pray for a savior
but he
he will only sink.
your love is oil
but I am tombed in a bottle.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
Choose! For the Nymph's Androgynous Sake, choose!
Stubble your Scent once this Customised Path
And not from which we prefer to disprove
Which only conceals your justified Wrath
For Harmony - the Toll which Fame does pay
Eats you Alive; And Life indebts your Due
Of we but Spleened Mortals know no other way
But build whatever Blocks we have of you
Smart-Tombed, then, your vast Executive's Plot
Eager for your Rebels assassinate
Even with Healing Truths they ply a-lot
Once lock-bites apply, it will be too late.
Or perhaps alone, your Conscience ignore
These Girls cry your Tissues; And nothing more.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
In the garden where dreams once bloomed
Silent shadows of hope are tombed
Fractured petals drift in the breeze
Whispers of what could have been with ease
Each choice a step on a winding road
Laden with burdens, a heavy load
The laughter once bright now tinged with doubt
As echoes of plans unravel, fade out
A painter's brush, once bold and free
Now hesitates where colors disagree
A canvas flaws with streaks of gray
Reflects the heart, led astray
In the dance of days, we stumble and sway
Navigating the ruins of dreams gone astray
With every misstep, a lesson unfolds
In the carpet woven with threads of gold
Yet in failures clutch, we learn to arise
Through broken paths, we grow wise
For in each setback, a spark ignites
In the darkest of nights we reclaim our light
So raise a glass to the roads untraveled
To the hopes once cherished, now unraveled
For life's failures are chapters, not the end
In the grand story, they help us amend
Embrace the flaws, the bends and breaks
In the ashes of sorrow, resilience awakes
With every setback, let courage ignite
For the heart still beats and the dawn brings new light
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
when the mind becomes numb
a skull can be dissected to show its cavities
cavities are the orbit of the eyes
an old Indian saying?
I noticed you really just want to annihilate me
not comfort you.
There is a blood meal in me
ready to explode
a tombed implosion
an imprisoned womb.
But it's too late for that
time is personal
and lately, voices.
I fear the indecipherable is now decipherable
I see in Moriah, Jonah, and Tyler, incredible nations
Cree, why didn't you listen to me!
can you taste my saliva?
get over it!
you know
the skull was dissected to show the cavities of the orbit of the suns.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
He is fearless but not brave.
A servant. Not a slave.
A hater, not a hoper.
It's true.
Though he shines, the light's shallow.
A barren lamplight so hollow.
A shadow destined to be shamed
and broken.
Take for instance his great burden.
Is this a cross? Or a warden
of a state which is true...
Is it really?
But he holds together surely
as his spirit's dying, purely
just to show he can last
a year more.
Yet the taint of his upbringing
causes disease which starts singing
in his lungs and his heart
and his mind's eye.
So when he speaks, close your please.
When he writes, look away and cease
from believing, receiving
his lies and revolt
For a rebel has restarted,
fully now he has departed
and to hell with all others
who think he's not bad.
Unsmile that great happy structure.
Please frown, and he will fracture
all your hopes, to your kids
and your future.
And when you feel fully harrowed.
Just see his grave. His tombed barrow.
You will see him in your dreams.
As a shadow.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC