"unsurmountable" poems
My love of poetry is too great
for Philosophy, physics to glue the skin under my toes
to the floor.
A waif, only dandelion fluff,
I tease the turbid puddles
of wearying intellect.
Life is too beautiful
to compartmentalize,
to classify,
to set unsurmountable borders
on the pleasure that only poets and hopeless romantics comprehend.
Disoriented sight/smell/taste/touch/hearing-
backwards rainbows and the upside-down
scent of oatmeal cookies,
the melancholy of a forever-stilled honey bee,
are more golden than yellow metal,
and certain
more knowledge than a heaping pile
of doctors/lawyers/senators/scientists.
reality's only denizens
are Dreamers.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Lately,
my words have hit the trash can
rather than decorating
the wall of fame.
My mind is on a constant frown,
deeply obsessed with you.
I wanted your life to be perfect,
not flawed with worries
about tomorrow.
I wanted you to reach the height
of unlimited potential.
But lately, I’ve been the one
delaying your deliverance,
creating treason and misery.
Making you less
than you were before.
Lately...
...my words tainted your soul
with disappointment.
Unmade your dreams
and disrupted the prosperity
of your wants.
Young titan - no longer mine,
Letting you go,
unchaining your heart
making you soar...
Equates...
unsurmountable measures of pain...
...and alcohol.
Diary confessions
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Conjecturing on the intimate remnants of your heart
surmising on the proper way to dissect its parts
delving into the chasm that holds your most private illusions of grandeur
bewildered by the vast expanses, these weathered lips simply stammer
the complexity of the concept left me stifled, mouth failing to make any attempts at offering kind words
as the reverberations of vocal chords became the only sound we heard
ricocheting off the precipices of your heart's unsurmountable walls
useless like hands digging the sands in fruitless attempts to draw
the full force off the ocean from a shallow hole
I stared at the blueprints of your heart's desires failing to find the control
every route on the schematic
seemed as if inner city traffic
flooded with passengers never fulling knowing when they will reach their destination rightfully so, at the center of your attention
as I sketch out the dimensions
factoring in the time it will take to find the route that leads me back to you
I marvel at the resiliency of your heart, then drive straight through
beyond these hallowed walls lies a future I was destined to reach
I shred these maps, light a match and burn all the blueprints of me...
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Dearest true love:
It's mother's day dearest darling: My blessed imaginary friend PJC/JPC= rddbba- well not so imaginary but a real true love.
You your blessed deeds remains like the stars above like the many constellations, distant in sight, but never far from mind and heart.
There are so many treasures gone wrong all which fell into enemies hands treasure map and all. Even my offspring went missing. Janehiltonmay
Our dream that did not breath in the face of reality. My heart is shattered glued back together together, Its a stubborn heart of gold does anyone need such a heart? Alone and destitute kept alive by grace of an old memory chip. After all the sacrifices carrying for everyone beloved-
On my own again.
I love you so much and you my precious grown treasures my children, my true love pat= rdd be well my love thank you for thinking of me loving me across the unsurmountable obstacles.
May God keep you blessed safe never ever feeling alone I am just a thought away..loving you understanding you treasuring all of you all that is a part of you.
It looks like I did read between the lines and I need it now that I am older
Much love true love Mom.
Angelinabba. AKA Janehiltonmay.
~~
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May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 6:42 AM UTC
They flow like a flooded stream,
like melting snow on a warm winter day.
Too easily, because
they pierce unseeing targets,
victims of a slip
of a thoughtless thought.
To the distracted mind,
they can be rendered obsolete,
but when that is all one
see's,
hears,
feels,
the damage can be unsurmountable.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
As February departs with promises
of spring abandoning premature buds
yellow on solitary mimosa trees left
to freeze and shiver under the unwanted
caress of Russian buran, sternly gliding
over mounts rivers and valleys to cross
the unsurmountable Urals, past graves
to the defeat of many warriors, undaunted
by obstacles to reach the Italian peninsula,
covering lands and my garden in white
blankets of thick soft snow, suffocating my roses,
teasing my ficuses and palms, wringing
firewood to the disappointment of my chimney,
never as now so appealing, chameleonicly
camouflaging my hoary stray cat, it has deserted
its usual spot, its hammock imbued
turning to a colourful icy sheet of material,
as I coincidentally prepare for my physics
exam on climate change, I bring
to shelter my bonsais and baobabs.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
"Born in a brothel, raised in a tavern, rode in a coffin, died in the streets" - Warkos Diméaus (Nhlanhla Moment)
Tellaby Tellaby neater than me
Tellaby telling me her guy I cannot be
She is a girl that all desire
She kindles the day like fire
Tellaby Tellaby she be a queen
Telling me I am not fit and ill-willed
I sought to hold her like the air circles in the wind
I need her like wool and sheep are twins
Tellaby, Tellaby I wish guys could see
This unsurmountable beauty that she shows me
Tellaby tells me I can only wish,
To have her as mine is like sands that have fish.
Not a thing but a telling wish
Tellaby, she has a heart so rich.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
Day 1:
You dance through it, with painted smiles and
Portrait lenses tinted pink
You don't leave this sand castle you've constructed
Head in the clouds, tripping on thunderbolts
Day 2:
The sun draws shadows down your spine
You're not broken, only scratched
A second-hand car, gone to get your fix
New paint to hide those scars
Day 6:
There's no steering you away
By now its a repetition, wrenching sunlight from lemons
Black, white, black white
Black eyes, ripped pockets
Day 57:
Heaven is only for angels,
But you're a wolf in disguise
You flew too close to the sun, wax wings
Burning, drowning, clawing (your way to the top again)
Day 100:
Today's the day. You're gonna do it again.
Pierce the veil, soar to new heights
Away from those demons you used to know they shout out STOPDON'TDOTHIS
But you can't-FIGHTIT-don't want to wake from this dream
Day 9649:
You're a blind man waiting for the sun to rise
It's getting hard to breathe in this haze
Then there's a pinprick of white
You surge forward, riding on waves of desperation
Day 335481:
Its an unsurmountable wall
You keep climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing but
Look down and suddenly there's a hundred
Miles left
to
drop
-
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
there is something eerily and ironically calming about being alone in a room crowded by people who do not know a single thing about you – the unsurmountable flaws you try so hard to claw out, the haunting memories that tug your heartstrings, the wretched moment you first experienced heartbreak, the tiresome problems that incessantly pest you, the undeniable fondness you feel for the one who makes you feel all types of fuzzy on the inside, down to every detail you lock away and consent only those who have broken down your walls to see – and do not bother enough to figure out. we encounter different people day by day, apathetic and oblivious to the tough battles they have faced, and the demons they have dealt with. solace shouldn't be found in selfishness and ignorance. humanity clearly lacks a sense of sincerity, the type that is untarnished by each individual's egotistical ways. i pray that we stop being afraid of feeling and empathizing, because there is nothing more pure and beautiful than genuineness.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
Happy Holidays:
Always in my heart
Dear son Shiv
Heart of gold
Blessed be your days
Unforgettable be
your holidays
Greetings.
~~
I am always with you
Dearest darlings my
grown children
my biological grandkids
Tamally Mask
I am always with you
I love you adore you.
Tamally maak
I am always with you
No matter the trash
that clouds your mind,
Sickens you judgement;
Discard those door mats
Tamally Mask
You are always with me
No jealousy divides us
No malice, nor greed
Today criminal minds,
Impostor wanna be Moms
are sunk and drowned
we are always one.
Lala Sassy Coco
mother loves you.
I am always with you.
~~
Ancient true love,
Be my Knight
Twin soul PC Rk
Unsurmountable
obstacles have fallen down
You remain in my heart,
Ancient twin soul divine
As you promised
remain imaginary mine
my best friend Joel.
keeping me company
regardless of miles
between creeping in
uninvited.
~~~
Joy to poets who
took time to read
to comment
to connect to write
to keep me company
Tamally Maak.
You are always in my heart.
~~
By: Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 1:49 AM UTC
I am drowning in myself.
I can't escape this torture of simply being.
Restless nights, Everything seems to weigh heavy on me.
My soul is tired & my heart is weak, Everything seems to come & go so fast.
Where do these horrible feelings that sit solid in the pit of my stomach come from?
Does everyone feel this way or is it just me?
I'm starting to think it's just me.
Though I do not wish to die, I'm struggling with the will to live.
Just because I am not suicidal doesn't mean I'm not withering away on the inside..doesn't mean that suffering through each day is any better.
I feel detached from the world & people & myself.
There is a constant aching in me.
I can't escape myself.
Where do I go to feel safe?
I never feel safe.
Where do I go to feel loved?
How can I feel it if I'm detached?
Everyone comes & goes.
Dynamics between people change.
People hurt people all the time.
What can I hold onto or trust that is stable?
What only makes me realize just how alone I really am in all of this is that if I do try & explain how I feel...
I get answers like eat more fruit,
think positive,
everyone feels this way.
I struggle so much to see where I fit in this whole grand scheme of life. What is my point of existence?
Literally no one can help me & that only makes me feel even more alone to deal with this heavy, heavy stone I carry around.
No one can see my pain at all. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.
I don't know why I've always felt so "sensitive" but I've felt this way for a long time.
I can't seem to find peace in myself.
I can't quite obtain my goals as easily as I think which take a unsurmountable amount of stress & uncomforting vibes.
I have to fight so hard for myself...I'm done fighting.
I Don't wanna fight.
I feel...
BROKEN INSIDE,
LIKE A MERE EXISTANCE.
POINTLESS,
LIKE THE SCRAPS OF A PERSON,
SUFFOCATED IN MYSELF,
MISUNDERSTOOD,
USELESS,
A LOT OF EMOTIONS, ALL THE TIME.
Nothing seems to help. If only it was that easy but nothing ever is,
I will lie myself down to rest for tonight, gather my broken bones & kiss my forehead. "Go to sleep babygirl, tomorrow will be a new day with new struggles, for now shhhhh, close your eyes."
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
The stars call
But we can never answer
We can but look
But never visit
Fuzzy beautiful images
Sent back for study
By machines
With names of great ones
Long since dead
Swirling nebulae
The most beautiful colors imagined
In shapes of horsehead and *****
Butterflies and other fantastic creatures
Stars form connect the dot pages in the sky
Named for Greek myths', and animals
Pleiades, Orion, Pegasus, Andromeda
Ursa major and minor, Cygnus
The deep field picture
Show us the breadth of the universe
Galaxy upon galaxy
Rings, and helix, and discs
Planets we discover, the possibilities
But we just know they are there
Because of a wobble, or a dimming
Of the star they orbit
Light years separate us from our quarry
Unsurmountable distances
With today's technology
Perhaps some day
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Life is an ocean...
In which all of us are sailing together...
Somedays the currents will be warm and calmed...
But sometimes the sea can get rough, cold, unpredictable...
With high waves that seem unsurmountable...
And we have no choice but to keep going...
For we are sailing through the ocean of life...
Luckily there are kind people that have enough kindness to fill the 7 seas...
It is easier to sail away through the 7 seas of life when your sailing mate is kind and gentle...
The true purpose of life is loving those who we care about...
I wish my dear reader... or should I say sailor... that you have a smooth sailing everyday...
And when you don't...
Look for the gentle sailors around you...
For life is not meant to be navigated alone...
No matter which your port of call is...
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
the morning sun does not rise
back between the marshes on the bay
where colors remain dividing lines of gravity
where the horizon never seems at hand
on land, at a distance,
i can clearly see your vision
features all your own
the blue of your eyes, the curve of your brow
but it's july and we are at a distance.
nothing unsurmountable
not of lengths saved for olympians
but i fear the phenomenon of a mirage
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Nasty splashy majesty
Aromatic eye-catching rarity
You are my thrashing treasure chest
Of seemingly splendiferous dreams
Your extra effervescent exemplariness is
A grabbing gem gleaming
With limitless stupendous interestingness
Your **** sweet heat hits me deeper
Than a high-powered big-game bullet
Than an explosive electric lightning bolt
Super magical Casanova
Your crash-hot fast-moving smoothness
Makes me wanna cruise deep
Into your increasingly rich, sleek, and
Idyllic paradise of the most exalted pulchritude
I pine to be your divine guiding light
Let my peaceful and pleasing love
Blanket your blithe muscle-bound beauty
Rub my rhythmic hands all over
Your saucy macho architecture
****** your lovingly ***** lips
Your stellar silken mustache
Sink into sinfully steamy long nights
Where our wonderfully wild worlds
Travel in time, united in undivided
And unsurmountable love
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 1:28 PM UTC