"undescribable" poems
Making love isn't just about having ***
Its also nice to see how it effects (the relationship)
Its connecting two peoples souls, through the depeest of touch
When there's no stronger way to express your love with ****** intimacy and such
Sharing everything without a speck of bother
Making each other happy and pleasing each other
It can be nice and slow, tender, romantic and surely sweet
To be as close as humanly possible is such a nice treat
When lust burns to love which deepens through this
The soul does experience undescribable bliss
Please do love me until the night is over, come here, give me a kiss
Lets make love my dear,
On this first day of the year
I love you
~ Umi
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
I'm broke
and **** near broken
some days i can't eat at all
other days i eat too much
can't stand to look in the mirror
wishing the number i see on the scale would switch with my grades
things never go the way i want them to
too many dead ends
not enough ways out
got nothing to do
no time soon
i'm often forgotten like snow in summer
i'm breaking out
but not from this hole I'm in
my brain is constantly fizzling
hopefully soon
i'll get tired,
simply fizzle out
so this static can just
S
T
O
P
i need something,
or someone,
that takes the pain away
that fills my lungs with something other than this
undescribable
endless
void
i'm done
i'm tired of this body and soul
how many pills does it take
until i no longer regenerate?
is this a call for help?
or a way to let it all out?
but when you ask,
I'm fine
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Oh the undescribable beauty
That your forest hold,
And how much it tells
Without a single word being told.
Each and every wanderer
Being called,
By the sun shining through the trees
Looking like little streaks of gold.
The pathway that leads to total
Freedom of the soul,
And you're in your element
When the birds starts to call.
Oh how truly beautiful
Your forest are,
It's just sad
That it has to be so far.
-ZvZ-
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme
You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness
All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling
Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher
You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
It’s the way colors would taste if you could eat them. White would taste of contentment, yellow of happiness, purple of infatuation, red of passion, and pink would taste of endearment. Pick your poison; they’ll all be the death of you in the end.
It’s the way it smells when it first begins to rain. Its aroma lingers like vanilla, fresh linen, or an open flame that’s sparks kiss your fingertips. It clings to your clothes and in your hair to be smelled by others around you. To some, this scent may be too strong.
It sounds like complete silence amidst a roaring thunder. It’s at a frequency only you can hear and comprehend. It’s a ringing in your ears that leaves them throbbing or the echo of voices when you’re submerged in water --- starting loud and progressively fading away with the sunlight that rests on the water’s horizon.
It’s the way butterfly kisses feel, faintly tickling your cheeks when they’re damp with fresh tears. Or the way your body shudders at the touch of a cold hand and your temperature elevates, leaving a numbness where fingers traced over your skin.
It’s the way a sea of grass looks when you’re crawling on your hands and knees. It’s the sight of two hands clasped with fingers intertwined. It’s what causes your eyes to widen when you see the expression that lingers on her face when she thinks you’re not looking. The look that says all that can’t be spoken with words.
It’s all the power that lies within that four letter, one syllable word. The word that redefines every one of your five senses. ..
Love.
Love may be like a lot of things, but it’s not like falling. I never fully understood the expression “falling in love” --- probably because it isn’t accurate, and doesn’t make sense. Falling is what people do on a daily basis --- love is when someone catches you.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
This one's for you Miss Gray!
My love for you is like the most Gorgeous celery,
Your face reminds me of Adorable birds,
Together, we are like Chicken and ketchup.
Oh darling Anna,
My Gorgeous celery,
My Adorable carrot,
The perfect companion to my Chicken soul.
Hearts are red,
Diamonds are blue,
I like writing,
But not as much as I love loving with you!
Oh darling Anna,
Your hands are like Undescribable papers on a winter day,
You're like the most Mine doctor to ever walk Boston.
Your Adorable face,
Your ketchup soul,
Your Undescribable hands,
Your Mine doctor being...
How could I look at another when our Gorgeous celery love is so strong?
I love you Miss Gray!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Glinting amber topaz...
Ebony orbs...
black satin lashes....
against sepia skin...
you look into me...
I've never seen such undescribable color...
The rawness mirrors your intensity....
So dangerously intoxicating...
treacherously forbidden....
I drown in you....
Our gaze locks...
I'm done in moments...
Drawn to the darkest parts ....
of you against me...
The henna sparkle...
Topaz shimmer....
Promising me destruction....
Feelings that I've never known....
Only to come back again...
E.J.M.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Sleepless nights
I get consumed in my thoughts
I get tired
I sit here listening to music trying to distract myself from myself.
Notes leaking into my ears just whisking up my already mixed up mind.
It doesn't work
It makes it worse
The shadows of the night eat at my mind until I have shadows where my brain used to be.
I feel numb
Except kind of a deeper feeling than numb
It's undescribable
It's a feeling of terror
Its a feeling of failure
Its a feeling of loneliness
Its a feeling of being so done with everything inside of yourself.
I guess it's not numb
Its careless
It hurts
And when you want it all to be over that's when it gets the worst.
I am so sorry if you have ever felt like this
No one deserves to feel like this
Except me.
{SM}
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
As the blossoms bloom,
On this starry filled night,
Oil lamps flicker through streets,
For shambles lay bare scenic,
Streets fill in euphoric chaos
as this used to be the capital
Of a much more wonderful time.
Frolicking in streets,
Silhouettes follow in sync,
Linking arms and spinning,
Strong ale, bitter sweet cocktails,
Not a singular frown in sight.
Drunken ghost hunting,
Finding only the bottom,
Of an empty glass,
Ambience of undescribable wonders.
Even now on starry nights,
As I walk through the streets,
I still see silhouettes,
Of what once was,
York,
Is a magical place to be.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
relationships
are water on the rock
erosion
rust on iron
corrosion
a match to nitroglycerin
explosions
it's love undeniable
minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you
picked apart
it's having someone reliable
to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark
joy undescribable
when you're stabbed in the heart
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
Boys.
An emotional distraction.
Full of **** and unholy intentions.
He will force the idea into your mind that he is not like the rest, but has three other mistresses he's telling the same thing to.
He will take you on moonlight dates and pretend to adore you, but will leave you stretched out on the bathroom floor wishing you hadn't let him ruin your mascara.
He will make undescribable love to you, but will desire and crave for the body of another.
He will sweetly tell you he has fallen in love with your soul, but will cut open the depths of your heart while you're still breathing.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
The Dandelion means long-lasting happiness and youthful joy.
Clarrise was more real than reality in a way that made her seem to be above life and reality itself. She was in the world, but not of the world. Her body was on the ground, but her head was somewhere between the clouds and stars. What she said was always authentic. She was ethereal, softer than the earth could know. She had the confidence of a person who not just knew people would like them but would be unconcerned if they didn't. She possessed a heavenly grace that carried an aura of a free soul wherever she went. In a world often filled with corruption and arrogance, she was a light that darkness had to surrender. She was strong in a way that the dismal and iniquitous world could not break, yet delicate, sweet, and celestial in a way that was too pure to be tainted. Her soul was free and unable to be tamed. Her angelic presence radiated a love of something more than people could give her. She was youthful, carefree, and curious as if she drank every drop of the bright and colorful essence of childhood. Yet, she was mature, thoughtful, and outspoken. Her mind was a stream of thoughts and stories that ran freely through her mouth without a second thought as to why. Her peace was that of white, sheer curtains letting a slightly sea-tinted breeze of fresh air through a window revealing pink-blushed clouds. She was to some degree, undescribable.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
My heart
Will be yours
The day i can hold you
Thats what i tell myself
I fear it will be before
I love that it may be before
You are so perfect
You are so sweet
You are so...
Undescribable
My feelings i can not fight
You are so amazing
I never know what to expect from you
Every day a new thing learned
As it should be
So many messages between us
So many more to come
The smile upon my face
As i see it is you messaging
Knowing you smile when you see its me
Could this be?
Can this be?
One day we will know
One day
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
When you stop needing someone
It is not that you want to be alone
Understanding that if ever you have to
You'll be fine on your own
There is undescribable freedom attached
No-BIRTHED by solitude
There absolutely is no greater power
Than peace in mind when you self-seclude
The most effective weapon held in your defense
To fight pain and heartache
Is learning the talent of being by yourself
Everyone else is unprepared for the break
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:32 AM UTC
Some days my heart shines like its sure the sun is its closest rival and oldest teacher,
Other days my brain convinces it that it might as well just call in sick for the day to avoid the echoing pains of nights prior,
On most days though my heart is in a constant argument with my brain,
Maybe not an argument but more of a negotiation, my brain lets my heart wander on a longer leash and play its music a little louder, but once the storm clouds roll in my heart has no choice but to be locked away for the sake of my mental foundations integrity.
Somewhere in the compounds of my body there is a soul that cant get a word in on the dialougues of my heart and brain,
Then again he has no scientific bearing in the world so he holds no worthwile input?
But what if my brain and heart are tool my sould has yet to figure out? Or vice versa? Maybe souls are adaptations and sentience is is just us learning to use those adaptations to our advantage?
Souls cant be just tools or improvements though, they are too cemented and too complex,
Too raw, unobservable, undescribable, and undeniable.
I just wish there was a way to get all 3 on the same page.
Nothings the same lately and its like my world flipped upside down, and this is me falling out of reality into infinity and watching everything Ive wanted or known pass me bye like lines on a road.
The other day I took some acid and found myself laughing at the fact that we discover medicines and we have politics and science and that we have this curiosity to explore and this hellbent obsession with expansion and growth.
I realized at that moment that there is a simple and absolutely gorgeous futility to everything humans do,
We might cure cancer,
The sun will still blow up eventually,
We may find world peace,
But overpopulation might bite us for that one,
The point is nothing we do can stop the end times, that doesnt mean stop what youre doing and lose all motivation, it just means at the end of the day, were in the can regardless, dont sweat the small stuff and make your moments gleam.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Hey future,
I need you to listen to me,
I yearn for splashes of colors
for I have traces invisible
I work for hands reliable
for I need to have what it takes for the undescribable
I try to get things all nice and glowy
so please make them sliced yet flowy.
-storm-
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
it's been the height and never the length
that sets what seems apart
i have not rejoiced for a long time
and amidst the laughter were tears
i have not written what the stars would have wanted
for touching the gods' plans
by you, a mere mortal
amounts to a undescribable agony
of death and longing for death
of pain and and longing for death
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
I have been so conflicted lately. Is it unwholesome not to wish, not to desire to place your trust in someone whom you lost faith in?
I feel like I have lost something very essential in this platonic relationship. I do not place my burdensome trust on a fragile shoulder easily and carelessly now. But then again, we are all just human, and my shoulders, like theirs, cannot bear a heavy pressure for long. Don't get me wrong, our friendship still holds true but I can no longer see the best in them.
I feel bad (by bad, i mean an undescribable whirlwind of feelings). I feel jaded, and sometimes I wonder why I cannot simply let go of the resentment and this sour, heart-wrenching feeling of betrayal. And I wonder ever harder why I do not want to mute out that voice in my mind that SCREAMS out : Alert! Alert! whenever I so much as glance at their passing shadows.
I ask myself why your name reminds me of open wounds and permanent scars. I ask myself why with every unnatural hesitation before a forced chuckle. I hate it. I abhor the grating-on-the-ears, awful imitation of genuine laughter. I ask myself why as I recognise our old photos, feeling like one half of a pair of heartbroken lovers, though between you and I, we have lost the title "soul sisters".
But, the answer is simple: We don't deserve it. They don't deserve my trust and I don't deserve to trust someone as easily again.
I wish I am sorry about this.
23.05.14.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Strung out.
used.
forgotten.
There is something about the way you told me I would be yours forever,
that made me believe you.
Something hidden inside of the smile I loved.
Something undescribable.
Inviting me into my doom.
You quickly flipped the script and I was alone.
Not that you didnt like me, you said.
But that you werent ready to invest.
Invest?
Invest?!
Tell me you werent ready to invest..
Thats how a relationship starts.
That is what a relationship is.
Im so confused.
You know you didnt want to invest in me.
So why should I invest my time into writing this about you.
Hurt speaks in many ways.
But I invest my pain into poetry.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
At the blooming age of 18
I knew what i wanted
Face up to wrinkled canopy and
smoky waves crashing down on me
I inhaled smooth
Blueberry clouds
releasing thick waves
Softly through
My lips
I thought about her that day
I closed my eyes
picturing
aquamarine eyes
that could drown
city after city
Consuming everything in its path
however cool
and calm
Like a river
Laying there with the hot sun
on my face
I recollected that day
slow and sweet
kisses that left sparks
that caught fire
burning everything around us
until it all melted into a
brilliant river of light
Her velvet touch
Honey milk kisses
and a voice that dripped
like wet paint
She reminds me of blue
like a bright
sky
One that made you close
your eyes to feel
the sun bath you
with sweat trickling down
the soft edges of
your jawline
She reminds me
of sunflower fields
that swayed lightly
in the cool afternoon of summer
A hint of dew
That seemed to melt
off their petals
She was beautiful
her mind, body and soul
She saw the world
as it was
Like delicately blown glass
filled with dandelion fuzz
and saw dust
She was art so greatly defined
made by satiny
clay
and as years
flew by
she became more defined
with age
and her soul
was a jewel
undescribable
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Dear white sheep, on the blue hill,
When was the last time you all stood still?
Why do you all go,
When the breezes b l o w ?
Dear white sheep, with your majestic looks,
How do you get such wool undescribable in books?
As soft as a pillow, as fluffy as my hair,
Your wool feels softer than the fur of a bear.
Dear white sheep, you never seem to smell,
Your fragrance is a spring breeze, and I can tell.
It isn't a strong scent, but there's a scent for sure,
It's a cool, refreshing scent, and to us it's so pure.
Oh, white sheep, there are so many shows on Earth,
But you put on the best show above this dirt.
It's free of charge, and everyone likes that,
Plus you vary in size and shape in a snap.
Dear white sheep, you always brighten my day,
You entertain me and awe me wherever I lay.
Over the sea, I see the sunset of beauty,
Without you sheep, it wouldn't be so pretty.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
they asked me
what it was
in you
that i fell
in love with
what made you
the earth
my moon
revolved around
and my mind
started rushing
how do i
capture your
beauty in
a sentence
how do i
explain the
way you
tilt your head
when you laugh
or the way
you kiss when
you're sleepy
to people
who are too
mundane
to understand
how do i
begin to
define you
i could say
that you
are the
sunshine
seeping through
my shut curtains
after a night
of a hurricane
i could say
that you
are the
feeling of
the airplane
rising from
the ground
and that you
are the beauty of
watching the clouds
dance with you
as you flew
being with you
is that
blissful moment
when you
jump off
a swing for
the first time,
oblivious to
the fact that
you are falling
you are the
fragment
between awake
and asleep,
that moment
of dreams
beginning
your name
is my
heartbeat
but it is
also the
onomatopoeia
of a heart
breaking beyond
repair
you are
the stars
and you
are the storm
and you are
the calm
sea with
all its secrets
you are the
moment of
hesitation,
looking both
ways before
i cross
the street
you are the
buckled
seatbelt
the reason
why i fear
death and
oblivion
you are the
speechlesness
of a poet,
the girl worth
a thousand words
but is incredibly
undescribable
and i guess
that is why
i can't
define you
because
definitions
are often
a conclusion,
only for
things that
are constant
and unchanging
and you
aren't that
you are
the moon's
unending
phases
the sea's
wild waves
and boundless
horizon
the ever
changing
girl who
remains
perfect
and all the
words in this
world are
never ever
enough to
define
you
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
Empty branches, nakedness stark,
Against an undescribable grey dark,
Sky,
Evergreens mockery, of winter's brown,
Mist so heavy the tall grass will surely drown,
Fog
Mixed with rain to the air a heaviness brings,
Here's the deal, there surely will be, Spring!
Bring on the poetry,
Hands not frozen
To an aging keyboard
Unseasonably warm
So why am I so cold?
This too is a season,
Or a trial of reason
It ....appears.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
your eyes thought me capable
capable of receiving your love
capable of being beautiful in your eyes
every glance of yours
every true sigh of yours
gives me undescribable feelings
feelings you made a throne for in my heart
feelings i still dont know if i deserve
feelings i still dont know the origin of
or the direction of
the little things you do
your smile when you see me
your eyes when they want to speak the unspeakable
your hands that warm me
your soul
surrounding me.
you.
thank you
for being you
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
Shattered soul
rests drifting through floating remnants
of an ancient spark
this spark is fragmented and scattered
it's flame died out eons ago
drifting trough the undescribable something
words to describe this feeling of dread
do exist yet
the greatest poet's mind simply rejects it
in selfdefence
it is this place where we reside
it is this place we strive to know
it is this place we strive to describe
but we can't
and we never will
to uncover this place
would mean it would be exposed
there for everyone to see
eyes that can glare at this place
stripped naked, bare
innocent, pure
what once lied in the shadows
covered by a dark veil
kept safe by the shared consciousness
of the Poet that binds us all
would lie naked
like a remnant in a glass house
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC