"tremendously" poems
You are beautiful
You are tremendously beautiful
You are marvelously beautiful
You are astonishingly beautiful
You are magnificently beautiful
You are breathtakingly beautiful
Inner and outer
You are beautiful
You are the definition of Beauty
Or shall I say, what is Beauty compared to you
What is Beauty compared to you ?
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you
A weak meaning it has when I describe you
A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you
Never existed it wishes when I describe you
You are beautiful
For your beauty I searched
Every language ever lived
And every word ever existed
And the romantic era that occurred
Could not find a way to describe your beauty
Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty
You are beautiful
Vocabulary will be invented
Words never existed
To the dictionaries will be added
In the dictionaries will live
In the lovers tongues will breath
To describe your beauty
The one and the only beauty
The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra
Because your beauty is ultra
A new period will start, The Beauty Era
Your era
--Hisham Alshaikh
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
slipping in her wet painted petal
bitten by the sting of his bee
her first time, he fumbles being gentle
excitement dancing in his driving need
instinctively possessed
arcing her hips experimentally
his maleness sweetly carressed
teasing his need, tremendously
each submersion in her sweetness
peaking waves swelling in her breast
entwining rhythmic explosiveness
pulsating gush, plunging over the crest
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
I still don't sleep well at night sometimes. I miss you, whoever you are, or maybe I just miss having someone close to me I can put all of this love into, an outlet for my affection. Whatever the case, I spend my waking moments wondering where you are and my moments asleep wondering when. It's honestly getting harder to tell the difference between the two, the two infinite worlds of possibility where wild, unexpected things happen. Or don't. Sometimes the reality is more interesting than the dream.
There's a certain sense of tranquil quiet when you're lonely that I can only appreciate for about 5 minutes before my heart grips against its iron bars, looking for a key or a file or a spoon to leap its way out of my chest to freedom and adventure. It writes Morse code letters on skipped heartbeats to you, but I am a miserable translator and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my past, for all the wrongs I've committed in the nebulous black leviathan night, the almost-nightmare state of bleariness and hypnotic suggestibility. Clarity only comes when you spirit your marble curved likeness in the warm wooded embrace I do so long for in waking life.
I ramble and you float away, O kind angel of faint hope, white stone wings beating tremendously in sync like the buzzer of an alarm clock, striking me asleep again for daylight, somnambulating across the barren black-tar desert in search of water and finding only more black sand.
The nights have become more torturous without your colorless gaze. Please get here soon so I can tell you about how I've known you all my life.
With fondest regards,
Christian
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
My neighbour is heartbroken.
She had her heart torn into pieces by a poet,a writer, a painter and a singer.
Her silent cries are thought to be hidden through her thick walls.
But I hear them.
She spends her nights screaming and rummaging the pain silently away.
But loud enough for me.
I hear her sharp razor tickle through her skin creating a flawless crisscross pattern.
I see the blood explode from her vein running down her no longer smooth skin dripping on the tiles forming a puddle.
I hear the loud crack from her throat that shows me the tears that desperately escapes from her eyes,running down her cheeks searching for a way out.
She covers her mouth,closes her eyes and huddles, hoping she's tricking her heart to believe she's being cuddled,
But her mind and I know what's real.
Her blood's escaping vigorously,
Her hearts beating ferociously,
Her mind is wandering off into darkness tremendously.
My neighbour is heartbroken and I don't know what to do.
I cannot save her.
She believes that I am like him.
Because I am a poet.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
The lustful gleaming of the ocean sky,
Keeps me walking in a nice delight.
I am high on the river top,
Like a kite trying to dress up the light.
My fears, dreads, and tears,
Are washed away so tremendously,
That my hearts begins to beat with frequency.
I am no longer the naïve, too scared to live child,
That enveloped me into a cradle of sheets.
My freedom came about,
And my life has just rose to a shout.
The people that I find,
No longer frighten me,
Because I am changed, positively.
No longer do I hide inside my windows, you see.
I ride on to the risks that were forbidden to me.
I conquered my rules I made,
And find that connection is key to fate.
Black and white, was so last year;
I am now a full blown rainbow who dares,
To be strong, intelligent, and keen.
For my confidence is finally in place,
Where it should have been years ago.
I know I can, and I know I will,
Be the shining star, I didn’t know to be.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
109
So ******* lucky
To be the person I am
Be as you are
90
Flying in the air
Notes ebb and flow
So sweetly
124
In her arms
She gently caresses
My beating heart
125
Listen carefully
The universe whispers
Through wind, rain, and heart
126
Frantic I am
Inpatient, frustrated
Reason? Unknown
127
The thoughts, words
Trickle slowly from above
Below and within
119
Unfolding slowly
My buds reach for the sky
And gasp for water
120
Delicate, open
Seeking the next level
My roots deepen
106
Tremendously
Shy, empathic, bold
Beautiful brownie
115
Accepting, gentle
Shrewd, candid, brilliant
Little ‘ol me
116
I’ve come to
Expect; unexpected
Events always
107
I am spring
Shining, bright, lucid
Ready to blossom
112
I accept you
Exactly as you are
Perfect, flawless, you
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
**i tremendously
adore anything
and everything
that's bad
for me.**
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
#
*I was shovelling drifted snow outside today
and was overcome again
by the warmth of that beautiful,
deep feeling.
You may never understand
the need to push through the mundane
and into the deep, central Core
of the one you care most about.
For you,
in your current world, that is not attainable..
but for me.. looking at you..
I know you very much have that deeply-gorgeous,
extremely worthwhile attainability in you.
Without connecting deeply with one such as you,
I would just be sliding superficially along the surface
throughout this entire 'life' here..
Knowing there is a whole world of untapped closeness
lying just under the status-quo
of the normal 'everyday' operating level.
That is not saying we would necessarily be ******
at all
It just means that there is, sadly
such a huge amount of giving up of the Beautiful
in order to continue on skating along the surface.
That is why I do what I do, and say the things I say
late at night.
During the day, I am operating
out there on the "everyday" level.
At night, I am connecting into the unfathomable depths
of the most lusciously-beautiful gold mine I have ever known.
I can't do the "surface" thing with you, Young-love..
In fact.. I won't.
You get that in your marriage,
and pretty much everywhere else around you.
I refuse to be a part of that tremendously sad list.
You will never not be that deeply luscious gold mine..
You will never not be fully worthy of the attempt.
You want to be left alone.
.. ok.*
#
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 7:28 PM UTC
Is as if fate placed us both
at the same time,
at the same place,
with the same hope:
To find love.
With your long,
and beautiful blonde hair,
dazzling blue eyes,
and such enchanting smile.
And as you walked closer
to I,
my knees finally
has a taste of
what an Earthquake was,
my heart raced
tremendously fast,
as if it didn't know
what stopping was,
my face red
as a rose,
as though the rose
made eternal
passionate love
to my face.
But as soon as you spoke,
I knew divinity did existed.
I knew that you were
the kind of woman
that a man
would spend an entire life
wanting to love
endlessly and unconditionally.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
We are like an inverted bike tire. Our focus is exernal, yet the meat of us, the essence of us, and our true persona lies on the inside. When we finally stop running from ourselves in the myriad ways in which we do (alcohol, drugs, *** shopping, TV, lying, for example), we come to see ourselves as frightened and lonely children that only wish to be loved. We feel this lack tremendously and we do everything we can to escape the helplessness and rejection. As children, it is difficult to source our love and security from ourselves. We don't know HOW to love. Learning how to love is precisely so; a skill-set and behavior that we emulate and grow to understand. Therefore, it is very hard to self-soothe as children because we lack the experience and the skill. However, as adults, if we've learned from our broken hearts and dissapointments, most of us have learned how to comfort ourselves, even if that is with eleven shots of tequilla. What we hide from is finding the love we seek from within ourselves. How do you DO that? Well, there's the mirror exercise: look at yourself in the mirror naked and say repetitively, "I love myself", with the hopes that one grand day, you will. Sorry folks, that's too simplistic for many. I'm not suggesting a solution to the struggle of learning to love yourself, you just have to organically create it from trial and error. And eventually you will discover your unique way of truly being there for yourself. What helps me is I imagine myself as a child comforting myself with a hug or a pat on the back while I am sad as an adult. It's nothing major, but it really DOES help me! We all can find our own ways. If you find that you run from your pain and seek consummation within the love of your own heart, stop seeking outside of yourself for that wholeness, that completion. Instead, give yourself the warmest, most caring hug you can imagine and see how you feel.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
#
*You make yourself easy to be seen..
by someone like me.
The only thing I would think you would find
as surprising
Is why it has taken this long
for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit
such as you
to finally be seen
for exactly who it is that you are
Free from assessment or judgement,
I would venture so far to say
that the greater central part
of who it is that you are,
is (sadly so) tremendously lonely.
Again, not a judgement at all,
but an assessment of life in general.
A lover like me would be perfect,
but I am (as you could guess)
spiritually volatile in how deeply I push--
..Even within the normal give and take
of everyday things. Sometimes even
one well placed word can bring one
off-center and into (and towards)
an even deeper part of their own journey.
Most gorgeously-luscious
Thoroughbreds such as yourself
usually pick less 'challenging' partners
in order to have a somewhat more
'stable' home life..
..But sadly with that also, develops
a relationship where the deeper,
more exctasy-based and driven
parts of you
are left with no choice
but to become, dormant..
in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious'
within you from slipping into despair
--Until one day,
what you have been avoiding
(longing for) most,
shows his ******* unorthodoxically-untethered,
brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)
and suddenly you become seen.
There is absolutely no way
with some one like me that you..
(within all of your Wondreous,
Deep-feeling Glory)
would not eventually be seen.
I urge you to take every single
part of it all, in..
(the very thing you were "built" to do)..
Even if in doing so, you were almost
continually brought right up to
(and so very often, "over") the edge
Gifted fingers, helping the body find
its own form of release,
when the pressings of Spirit, mixed
with the deeply-Penetrating View that
Love carries within every single part
of itself..
..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..
but instead..
(by the very Deeply-Understanding
nature of Love itself)..
both they.. and the whole
beautiful process of Release..
is deemed, Holy.
The physical human body becomes
pushed way too far within its limited
ability to contain, the Wholly
uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings
of Love's true Agenda.
Perfection knows that and says
(so do I)..
"How could she not?"
Be gracious to yourself, girl.
You have wanted to live
within the Beautiful Realms,
worthy of your calling.*
Welcome Home ❤
#
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
my rhymes, they're supremacy, while they need consistency, yours the are unwanted clemency, mine requires ability;tremendously, you rhymes, low volume low density, D=m/v, ***** that, im all about chemistry, chemistry between the bonds of my melody, while yours are useless discrepancy, perform reverse polarity, while you're searching for popularity and keeping your rhymes up breathlessly. hey, i'll give you a break; temporarily. i'll come back later; sequentially.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Having trust
in intimacy
is tremendously
romantic
As a morning rainbow
reaches
the fountain
So is the beauty
of true love
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
#
Throughout the years,
you have made pictures of yourself
available for us to see
and through a number of them--
have shown unedited, a clear and
horrendously honest view, directly
into your deeply-struggling soul--
and even if you may had just days
or hours, previously
conveyed a look of almost carefree
happiness and beauty..
Those chosen few that
graciously gave the glimpse of how
bad it can so often be for you,
also.. unbeknownst to you,
gave light
of how tremendously valuable
and rare you really are.
And like a dyed-in-the-wool stalker,
I saved screenshots of the ones that
moved me to tears
years later..
and they still affect me that way
and in fairness, some the ones also
to where you were truly glowing
in all of your natural beauty..
on the ying' side
of the bipolar swing.
You are rare and unique..
so very very one of a kind,
*(and I have every right throughout the
years to say that to you here and now)*
--that there is a worth within every single
part of it all that is wholly beyond measure--
*you can feel it sometimes, little beauty
I know there is no way that you cannot.*
One day the ravens will no longer be
able to steal that wholly accurate,
beautiful self-view so easily from you,
..and you will be able to live that
wonderfully-accurate view out, daily--
having now found it's way down in to
your very, central core..
. . .
Sorry, young love.. I know how much a
beautiful truth such as this, hurts.
You reveal so much of who you are
through the raw innerworkings and
conveyances of your poetry and music.
You would not be that so very beautiful way,
if you did not believe that Love would
eventually find a way..
yes, beauty.. even for you.
#
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:11 AM UTC
I can feel the golden warmth awakening my paper.
Everything is so right,
it's a cool spring night,
the city is so alive,
my poetic mind should awaken and come to life,
then why don't I want to write?
Perhaps what makes us put our ink pens to our lined papers,
is when we know,
we must give it love, anger, sadness, assurance, care.
When our minds and bodies are touched,
so tremendously with feeling,
that we must rejoice with our beloved;
as we make it feel what we feel,
inking our thoughts permanently,
scratching the surface until we are content.
But if we only feel neutrality,
it is alright to stare at the white blankly.
We will rejoice another day perhaps,
tomorrow, a month, who knows?
Only time will show.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
I gracefully begin painting a masterpiece with black and white
My fingers, the paintbrush
The piano, the canvas
Whose keys unlock a world of passion and creativity
Meandering through melancholy minor and merry majors
The keys sing melodies as my fingers dance across the canvas
Something I've learned, something that can transcend
This world of music and into the way we live
Playing music and creating music
Those are two different things
When we live life, what do we bring
Are we merely pressing white and black keys
Or are we intentionally engaging our unique hearts
Bringing color to what was lifeless, not simply playing a part
Do we live passively, or are our hearts bursting with excitement
An anticipation that the One whose Son He sent
Is going to move tremendously, is going to Open eyes for people to see
That life with Him is greater than anything the world dreams
That Only His love can satisfy the void in a soul
And that He removes skin that's old
He softens hearts that have grown cold
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Often, when I'm on the
streets, decaying in *****
degradation of the soul,
I go under the bridge and watch
the ducks.
Sometimes I talk to them.
They don't talk back.
Some days, it's the only
beauty I can see.
I think and dream of
a different world.
A land without
brutal lunacy.
I can handle madness.
It's the wicked,
smiling hatred that I
can do without.
The Iowa River beckons
me to come swim-
float blissfully to heaven.
But I know better.
Katie and Perry drowned not
far from where I sat.
It's usually at this time that
I'm fresh out of bread for
the ducks and I have milked the *****
bottle for all it's worth, that a
warm blanket of a thought comes to
me- I need help- go to the hospital.
I stumble my way there,
sometimes by ambulance.
I go through nightmarish withdrawals.
At around the third day, I get a
laptop from the patient library.
I catch up with neglected family
and friends, then I try to write.
The first four days, my mind is
like a smashed snail.
But usually, the magic comes back.
The muse kisses me gently, and I
put the shaking pen to the paper.
I can order whatever food I
want between 6 am and 8 pm.
I discovered years ago that they
have phenomenal cheesecake.
So when I'm able to eat, it's the
first thing I order.
My withdrawals are deadly.
Diastolic blood pressure
numbers like 103,109.113.
So they give me Ativan.
It helps tremendously- Ativan and cheesecake.
**** the muse's **** then more
Ativan and cheesecake.
If I'm lucky, I'll turn out a
poem or two-like this one right now.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC
My Dragon Smog
Lives in the mountains full with fog
He has terrible sharp claws
On his terrible heavy paws
His eyes are black as night
Sometimes he can give a big fright
With his tremendously huge teeth
It's so Sharp they can sever feet
He protects this mountain
And it is near a fountain
He collects valuable stones
Sometimes he makes all of these weird tones
My Dragon Smog
Lives in a mountain layered with fog
He protects this mountain full of valuable diamonds
This takes place on a very special island.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Physical and spiritual ecstasy
Sharing a meditative experience within this circular flow of energy
Wave after wave of cosmic telepathy
Diving into our heavenly destiny
Biochemical magic; tremendously healing and aligning chakras pleasantly
Absorbing the suns energy and visualizing the manifestation of longevity all the while detoxifying and transforming monumentally
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Betrayal
The knife is within inches of my heart as I stand holding it together, tremendously falling apart. I stare at a face promising never to tell me lies, as I smell the scent of another on your clothes and discover passionate scratches on skin, Thursday seems to be a really special day because you turn your phone off and decline to comment.
Magnificent liar you’ve inspired such random desires of us and I fall in love all over again
But I’m entrapped in a web of lies and soon the veil of betrayal covers me.
Lured with seductive intellect I’m a victim of doubt, He would not do this to me he loves me and wants me and never gets tired of his desires for me, but was this betrayal of my own accord?
Trusting you with my flaws, baring in front of you insecure confidence I allowed you to devour every inch of my scar riddled body, as I reluctantly released the key to this wounded heart once again I face betrayal.
Love seems to come with a clause and I neglected to read the fine print see I dove head first for this **** The reality of love I can’t completely explain, and the pain of betrayal lingers like the smell of cheap perfume.
I carve love across my chest large enough for you to see the letters bleed a crimson reminder of Betrayal I loved you!
11:39 pm Thursday
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
A place like this would be perfect
Somewhere bright and warm
With a tint of a crisp cool breeze
A background not too colourful not too dull
Where the sun kisses the horizon
Toning a pink sky with little stars soon to shine
And the moon waking up to let the sun breathe
Sounds of swaying leaves and dancing branches
Rich earthy smell of a mid-spring evening
Birds chirping lakes rushing in a steady pace
Some place where you and i can laugh away
A scenery where i can look at you in pure
Admiration under the sunset
Where you can see my imperfections
And good qualities at once
A place we can transform into our own utopia
We can just stay still and hold each other
And appreciate all that surrounds us
Never wanting to leave or walk away
Some place like this is perfect
Where we're always going to be young
And lost and unaware
And absolutely
Tremendously
Infatuated
-djs
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
Filled with beauty.
Filled with admiration.
An admiration louder than scorn.
These yellow giants stare at their goddess in awe.
They’re happy flowers with smiley faces,
sun praising angels.
That when their goddess’s light is unveiled, they shower in her glistened kisses.
Though when she leaves, they sense her absence, and are left with the feeling of unpleasance.
Such graceful worshippers can’t help but embody the sun.
Amber, a sort of honey glow color, within each petal, of each sunflower.
Sky high, it’s green stems towers it’s environment.
Towers it like an ocean-cliff.
Vibrant and warm.
As free as air, they stand tremendously stunning and yellow.
That yellow.
The yellow from a lemon.
The yellow so bright, so alive,
like their goddess’s.
These yellow flowers,
These yellow giants,
Are the sun’s very own yellow guardians.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
Have you ever felt sometimes that you were not alive - living a life that has no meaning. A life where the world has come to an end - the kind of ending where colors have disappeared.
Have you ever felt sometimes that you were loved but loneliness has suffocated you so much that you could not even feel the warmth of the loved ones anymore?
I've always felt like I needed to be strong - for the ones I loved but lately I've felt the strength leaving my bones. I've felt like I could not give up on the people that surrounded me - but why does my life seems to be so empty?
Of all the goals I've achieved the past years - I should be tremendously proud but the only time I felt really alive was when I took ecstasy.
Feeling the rush through my veins again - feeling the music pumping through my heart and soul - I felt like I could die. I felt like I could die of a delusional happiness. What is happiness?
I almost forgot what it was when I met my first love - but when I came back to my senses - when I fell out of love I realized that loving was being able to cope with the solitude within myself. It is about loving yourself and being able to bare with the demons inside of you. I felt like I could go crazy - waking up with this unbearable pain inside of me. I do not know why or how I cannot stand the fact of being by myself - always searching for someone to warm the side of my bed and text me in the morning to feel like - I EXIST. I AM HERE. I AM SOMEONE.
Deep down I know I don't need someone to tell me who I am - I know I shouldn't find someone to make me feel alive - because it is my responsibility to find my own peace of mind.
It is my responsibility to bring myself happiness and joy - but I wish truly to find the strength to move on because I do not want to feel this way anymore. I do not want to feel this empty anymore. I do not want to feel lonely anymore. So please hurry up darling and love yourself already - life is so beautiful please don't give up now.
I will always be here for you even when you feel like there is no light, when you feel there is no hope - I will hold your hand.
Press it against your heart - feel the heartbeat - feel the life inside your chest.
You are here with me and I love you.
- Myself
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Dear Mufasa,
You are so lovely,
I hope you will always be healthy and happy.
One day when you are gone,
I'm going to miss you tremendously.
I will miss your smell, your voice,
Your cute face and your fluffy fur.
Though we will not be forever together,
But our souls will live forever.
I will not forget your greyness,
You are so small I think that is cute.
I love to feed you up till you are full.
Because I love to see you sleep for hours
These are words from me, Yayya.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Because of you,
I can say what's
on my mind,
laugh at myself
and put a smile
on a sad face.
I do the
impossible things
with the
right mind set.
Because of you,
I became better.
Your inspiration
motivates and propels
me beyond the limits.
Because of you
I became a superman
doing all kinds of
amazing and supernatural
tremendously incredible
great things with
giant strides.
Because of you
i can climb
all the hills
and mountains like
the Spiderman.
Because you are
by my side I
became more than
a conquerer.
Positivity became
my ally and
generates me to
a spiritual high.
Because of you,
I know everything
is working the
way they should.
And for that
my heart is so grateful.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC