"unescorted" poems
Peculiar
Agreed?
How ******** clad lassies
Get the pass to show their ***
Long as nobody touches
Jiving gyrations
In counter-clockwise rotation
Seldom unescorted by damnation
By God, sense the relation
She's losing her patience
Can't afford to be a patient
So being patient...
That **** is ancient
Swanging ******* before eyes
Eyes that can't see
Eyes blind by the fuckery
***** get hickory
And the tic tickory of the clock
Stops
Drop drop
Shake that body for the coin
Make those men yearn to join
Their meat to your groin
Blind men throw out the presidents
Nixon Jackson Benjamin
Facts is
That these hoes stay cashing in
More than ****** busting traps
And toting gats to make stacks
Peculiar
Agreed?
How a ***** sell and smoke ****
High off they own supply
Baby mamas multiply
Covered all the **** by a lie
Making these young girls cry
And the innocent have to die
For this boy to strive
When you mad at the *** clap
Fat *** on a mans lap
Slow wine then fast
Slow grinding for cash
But no harm is caused
No obstruction of laws
But men be a "Boss"
& a woman... A loss
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Each morning I awake
with a renewed hope
that my walk, my sifting
through the day
will become seamless
like the dreams of my nights
that flow from place to place
without barriers, or hindrances
to empathy, to understanding
Like the water seeps through the soil,
as the breeze blows through the leaves
in my dreams each of us
fully gather thoughts,
feelings and desires of each other
All relationships ensue
unescorted by impediments
My fear is that
few others dream this dream
rather haunted by
nightmares that bleed
into reality, nightmares
of violence, poverty, despair
of pockets of hell
growing around them
on this earth
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
Tall at the end of the shore, unescorted
As I eye you blur in distance
My naked feet on ground are ***** and stuck in long halt.
I hissed my solitude, I puffed the exhaust of your nearing,
Your coming, It is no beyond unattainable so I ought not be afraid.
Forever is what my heart aspire
So I stood tall, steady and untired.
I kept my knees unflex, hands rested on my chest,
The depth of longing pounding intensely,
Passion its beating, clearly and sunshiny.
Along these lines,
Listen as the wind speaks my voice,
mindful and intent,
If, if only this is bright,
If, if only you care for a halt,
Then the heart is queer,
Will you row me in my endless dreams?
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
I send you my heart, in the words of this poem
please catch my dreams, in the starry sky
they are straight from my heart,
did you see the moon crying out our names
knowing our desires from afar
hanging from our sleeves
do you see Venus calling our souls
oh Dear Darling, what my heart did to me
when you had to leave...
Did my heart mention that I was foolish and cried
I was mistaking you for a star... I do not know why
except in my eyes you shine so brightly, I worship
you from afar...
My mind was clouded my eyes could not focus clear
for they had the tides of Neptune so concentrated
within a tear...
You see my darling, my love is true, since I met you
I fell in love that very night, when you said hello...
I want you with all our unbridled desires
in my innocence you once said, that arrives
with the springtime and just like our forbidden fruit
please become my final meal....
I try and compose melodies in those red creases of our hearts
as I remain inspired while I awake your awakening
even my skin lusts for your explicit touch...
As murmurs of combined passion become tidal waves
our souls are the split between the framework and doors
and I wonder unescorted through our Fragant Gardens of life....
My Darling, I send you this letter tucked inside my heart
I love you dearly I hope you see~
_____________________________________________________
Dearest, I answer your words
Your heart is dreaming a beautiful dream
With moon and the stars in your eyes
Your mind is filled with ecstasy
You are a woman in love - no alibi's ~
In the garden among the blossoms
You make the flowers blush .
In the bedroom you exhibit innocence
Until as a woman you experience the ultimate rush.
Lust is a powerful force
Awakening the beast with two backs
Sometimes giving you the courage
The other woman in you lacks -
Today a letter came from your world
Words of love shining like wet ink on the page
You wow all of my senses
Graceful - like a star on my stage ~
Your Love~
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
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The Emperor’s New Kafka
When an insect woke up one morning he found
Himself changed into a politician
And thus gatekeeper to Das Schloss, key clam
Through whom all arrival applications must pass
All shipping boxes to be checked for ticks
In a village that cannot be surveyed
Unescorted thinkers may not be seated
At corner tables in the Herrenhof
Many are desperate to be admitted
But few are desperate to be committed
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:58 AM UTC
The only noise is a departing train
when I wake to daylight at eight o'clock.
The slow white edges darkness back in vain,
groping the averageness of the city block.
I know for certain, yet feel half-unsure,
life will always go on --
what about after I'm dead and gone?
Unfounded conviction beginning to blur,
I step outside to steady rain
Confronting an inarticulate pain:
most go unescorted to the grave.
All day long I try pushing back the thought,
try focusing on my tedious work,
but truest fear -- what was and now is not --
deepens like a glacial cirque.
Certainty's fickleness falls far away
as momentary happiness
from nowhere, more or less,
solidifies into one more day.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
They protect us 4m harassment
They saved us 4m abashment
They Clemented all types of bright
So we led a peachful night
They unescorted their family
So we chaperoned our ancestry
They uglify their life
So we glamorize our entity
They feed upon corpses
So we have sustenance
They gave up all their life
For the sake of the nation
They were caught,penalized, exploited,deprived, starved
At last they died
A salute to all those majestic soul...
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
There is a mood
That seems missing
In the public square
Morning lyrics ring
With truculent sounds
Unescorted
By harmonious echos
Discerning pundits
Wonder aloud
Why divisiveness
Holds sway
Where oh where
Has civility gone
Lost in a forest
Of greed
Submerged in
A sea of avarice
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 8:57 AM UTC
I have a broken record
hidden in my closet
and I often play it
whenever unescorted.
The lyrics intimate
the last time we meet
speaks in the manner
you used to flatter.
The music lingers on
like the scent of your shirt
I hold on,
Your love song
keeps me warm
in the dark windy nights.
The nights we forgot
near those bonfire sights.
The sun rises everyday
and it sets all fine
but the fainting rays remind
of the love we had divine.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
separate from the swiss cheese tinderbox
in my deerskin hip fob... a white clot of cotton
and pistachio shells... milky with salt dust
and blind empty, like an open mouth.
separate from these. from the iron stalks of snow-melt
and the brittle tympani of my unescorted star.
from the compromise and the motives.... apart -
from all the art of my powerlessness.... [ and ] the polite dark -
of my open palm. like an open mouth.
I ***** for a river stone to whisper oceans too...
with a rope, and a loop. and a hole.
and always wanted too...
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
This beyond.
Places of twilight eyes.
Travelled on through and still travelling.
Seraphic tones of enlighten ardor.
Colors in dreams paint emotions.
Planetesimal creation from imagination.
I wander in solitude of beautiful unescorted travel.
No longer bound by visions of others.
Apertures consume the light of my creations.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 10:08 AM UTC
a circus once entertained
my hungering muse.
words flourished
from a vibrant quill.
inspiration evaporated
from pages of artwork,
as graphics appeared inferior.
feet paced forward
while left unescorted.
an artistical mind
forgot the words,
it once painted
in intense colors.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC