"unyeilding" poems
Why must my lips speak
A melody my fingers can play
Must I weaken your ear
When I can weaken your knees?
Looks and sounds are nice
But feelings are beter
Why stumble over three words
When I can double your pleasure with
The featherlight touch of my fingertips
Words are so mundane
I would rather profane a moment with the
Unyeilding touch, the gift
Of all I have and have to give
To live with you wrapped, no curled
(my fingers, your toes),
No, gripping my fingers
Gasping the same way you did
When you were first given life
And given again
To arch and release, to obscene
The silence with the tell tale
Whimpering of two and too
Pleasurable
If there were ever such a thing.
I want to bring you to the edge
And hold you there, begging with
Your eyes, your lips, for sweet release
For your hands
To search for comforting firmness
For something to hold
All the while, inexorable circles
Of a lover’s touch, driving the point
Home like words cannot
Your lips and body making an ‘O’
I don’t have to say it, not now
Not that it would register,
I can give it
You can feel it
This is spiritual, this is everything
The apex of physiology, biology,
Of romance
Happiness brought in ways we could only
Previously imagine
Base instincts take over
(yet still only third)
Curling, my fingers, your toes
And it’s so intense, so beautiful
The three words seem so childish
So understated
Compared to this moment
Calling for a deity a thousand times
What else brings such passion?
Certainly not words, sweet as they can be
And it’s everything, Anything
I feel for you and you for me
In one moment
One moment
One moment
Slays three words
They’re one and the same
I won’t say it, not with my lips
(maybe later)
But you cannot deny the power of
The feelings
And what we do and have done
And will do
A small part of us
But for a moment, everything
Slayer of words
Crumbler of walls
Screams and moans
Pants and breaths, never to be found
Today two years, and a hundred and six days
All in one moment
Tomorrow should you so choose
One hundred and seven
The words can’t hold it all
Can’t hold what I feel for you
But two fingers
And many heartbeats can
It’s a gift.
It’s everything I have for you
And I’m giving it to you
For a moment, thirty seconds
However long it takes
For the breaths and the heartbeat
And the moans to rise to a ******
And gradually fall
Reveling in the moment, the Love
We’re not fools
No matter what they call it.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
let me teach you
how to dance
to the song that is my heartbeat
first; lay your head upon my chest
stay silent, unmoving, hold your breathe
nothing?
no, there it is
steady, unyeilding, comforting
but as I feel you slowly exhale
it’s tempo accelerates
of course you induce that
‘butterflies in my stomach’ effect
if I was talking, I would’ve stuttered
as your fingers absentmindedly
drew patterns on my wrists
i could feel the hairs rising
my body calling out to your touch
gentle, calming, peaceful
and when I peak at you
your eyes are closed, relaxed
savouring the moment
our pulses meld together
and dance a tranquil tango.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.
Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...
You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.
I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
***
When you think
Maybe, we ~
Are
Forlorn
For the time-
Being cruel to us
In most heartwrenching
Wonderful impossible
Way
love, Love, _
Never was I yours
To come at your
Thresholds
Blushed a little bit
Over my sunlit cheeks
Holding in my hand
A Damascus Rose
For my beloved~
For you
A jazzy blues done
None plus no one
Gets the whole bush
Unless walking hand in hand
Through garden divine
Loving
Like
Icecold queen n' king
Siddharta within our seams
Yet, I turn in my dreams
And look straight
In those lovely
Flames
Portruding in me
Fireflies lit
For me
To you
Cosmos exists as a play
Of darkness through
Light
Hurting me
Again
No
More
~~~~~~
Please
~~~~~
For a begining
You gently touch
My wrist, holding
It with desire
And say
- Here
You
Are -
My twin~flame!!
A
Long
Awaited
Wonder
This Day Is
Magnetic
Grip
. . .
Unutterly
Unyeilding
Pulling me close within
Your chocolate
Emerald wisdom
Vishnu Inevitability
Embrace
Emitting radiance
Embraced for as long
As we need to please
The almighty & amazing laws
Of physics
Nodding
In approval of
.
.
.
Weeee-_-omens
***
= =
Woed by
Thunderous pounds
Blood in our veins
Burning like the
Ocean waves
Rhythmic pace
Dreamy foams as
Satin
Lace
Overwhelming Us
Courageous
Navigators of
Our starry midnights
Building the arch of
Invisibility
For the rest
of the
World
Our tent
Under satin~silk
Is heavens
A
Relationship
Beautifully
Playful
Extraordinaire
& Serene***
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
silent poet thinking words,
never i must write
lucid wretched loving words
all bark and half the bite
silent poet thinking thoughts
the ink refused to make
mind and pen are separate
an unyeilding opaque
if i tell the tale to you
of love and praise and good
you'd laugh and laugh and laugh some more
naive misunderstood
my mind a chasm of infinite good
the world dichotomous strange
the vines do seize me gently
to a velvet padded cage
my head is a bed of roses
the thorns pierce me not
i am safe and free and happy
delusional, deep in thought
**** me softly
make me smile
your intoxicating
rapt exile
silent poet thinking thoughts
writes symphonies in his head
the writer and the audience
will dance until they're dead
silent poet thinking words
is struck by stockholm syndrome
perfect captor perfect world
illusion is his home
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
She loved him so hard she broke his balance
Stumbling through a maze of attraction, affection, and desire
Trying to find footing on familiar ground
he beat her back through his own pain
too far to torture with answered dreams
too close to ignore into normalcy
She loved him so hard he feared he'd shatter in her arms
Seeking safety in benign semblance of emotion
In a reality devoid of enamored souls
unyeilding acceptance proves unforgettable
Deemed undeserved in dreams of promises broken
Ignited by impure thoughts
Requited in guilt, martyred for the comfort
of a truth that never existed
She loved him so hard he was afraid to love her
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
From what well of unconsciousness do these words come?
How deep, how strange?
Muttered beneath thin sheets of sleep.
They come from a place where there are no lies.
Even so, the truth is tricky.
You never can tell.
It's good to know you're there to keep me from believing.
I wish you weren't listening, but hold me down, hold me down.
I say such silly, silly things.
Rhyming words of confession
I've offered accidentally
With no intention of repenting.
My own words, drunk on slumber,
Become an unyeilding relentless God
Who keeps me more honest than I need to be.
Who am I when I claim these memories that aren't my own?
When I recall experiences that don't belong to me?
Why don't I remember any of it? Any of it?
From what thick air do these visions unfold?
Dark clouds, thick rain
To wash clean and baptize dreams,
Revelations ripe for misunderstanding.
Even so, the truth is tricky.
Of that you can be sure.
You really should know how special you are
That I would trust you with these
Words, confession, dreams
Blank verse
A stream of nonsense, funny as hell.
From the belly of the beast you'll hear me laughing
At the God of inhibition, the God of oppression.
For who am I to bear this curse?
Why shouldn't I plunder memories and experience
When I won't remember a thing in the morning?
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
With our own hands
Destiny is sculpted
The passion of youth
Molding a masterpiece
Time is unyeilding
Chipping away the details
The marble soaks in the pain
Cracks trickle chaotically
Death bombards innocence
Worn and weathered
Building dreams of clay
The beauty in life fades
Some find solice in destruction
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
In all my years I never thought
Love would be like this,
That when I met my soul mate it would be
Three seperate pieces of the same picture.
When I met my best friends,
I had no idea what I was in for.
I didn't know love like theirs
Exsisted in the world.
When I say their love moves mountains,
What I mean is that with it,
You could move the earth into
Your own design.
When I say that their love is the
Ocean tide I mean that they are
The tidal waves that clear
Cities from the coasts.
It is powerful and unyeilding
Because they look into my darkness
And tell me Im worth more
Than the stars in the sky.
For the first time in my life
I can look in the mirror and see
What they see.
This is what true love is.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Those who upset you most in life are your best teachers. If confusion is in your head then that person has shown you that you still have work to do. Learn that seeing your life is teaching, like a red lotus healing it's pain from the inner solitude, gain strength from your wounds. A good magician remembers the trail and takes a different one even if it is more difficult. This way you build strength. Soar ever higher along the road less traveled and the Buddha sits awaiting the student to aide them in their growth. The world is setting in Waite for the student to become the teacher. The wings are most beautiful as well as strong. The Buddha waits as the student realizes that they are the Buddha reaching for the desire to become the student once again is a growth spin. Our bodies are just energy a currency to further our expanding natures. When the trees become hard and unyeilding just sit and let them know that you will bend if they do and to breathe in strength and compromise. Center the self in the glow of the growth of all that is in infinite abundance.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:25 AM UTC
You may read this and not understand
but I guess that makes two of us.
I have this impossible need to cry.
I want to cry and I want someone to see.
Maybe if they see they will understand.
They probably wont understand.
I have no words for this feeling that burns inside me
without words,
crying seems like the only way to get it out.
I want it out.
If I tried to give it words,
I would use,
drowning and suffocating and trapped.
But thoes are just words
and they do not prevail what is pinning me to the floor of my soul.
Its force is unyeilding
and I endlessly long for a way to express its power,
but it seems that a power so strong cannot be expressed.
Not by words and not even by tears.
But maybe if there were tears
someone would hold me
and lie to me.
Tell me that it's all going to get better.
Thats what people do, we comfort each others sorrows
even if we don't posses the sorrows of the other.
So maybe I will cry.
And maybe someone will care.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
*This is my Oasis
A Place of
Timeless Grace*
~Divine~
Come Waves of Wonder
Wash Me Over
A bountiful Breeze
Of endless Mystique
Raise my arms
I float into
Ambrosia Bliss
*This is my Oasis
A Place of
Timeless Grace*
~Divine~
I recall All things
Whole
(unyeilding & brave)
The kind of Grace we cannot erase
A peaceful Smile on a Child's face
A Place and Time
~Untouched~
~Unhidden~
~Unending~
ETERNAL
This is the place where I want to go Together
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Tired eyes
shame envelops her body, like gauze
shoulderblades dripping with chagrin, a tattered pair of wings.
Freckles dot her nose, a miniature map,
sanguine lips on milky skin.
Stale, intangible disgrace.
Her eyes are drawn to the sunken sky,
and puffs of breath dance around her lips.
Acid boils within her
rippling throughout her body, threatening to tear her in two.
Fingers pressed to lips; drag,
a tiny ember. Ash away the agony.
A script, perfectly mastered:
a whimper, a moan, a buck of her hips.
Expectant with dread:
a low grunt, heavy panting, and slick, salty sweat
and at last it comes to a close.
And then: a fistful of bills.
Stiff, unyeilding, she will swallow hard.
And tell herself it was all worthwhile.
There is a hole in her heart,
dimly lit by a frenzy of pale, crushed stars
the smell of their flames: chalky, thick charcoal
whisper a faint reassurance.
Penance stains her cheeks in lacy contours
ageless, crooked bruises lace her body and blister to the surface of her skin
unable to rinse herself of sin,
she will choke on the sun.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
I loathe you.
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyeilding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalisation
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes
Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds
Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!
Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments
Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright
These forces are relentless...
Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm
For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...
A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand
The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
I am the fire they set,
The one they can’t contain
The whisper on the wind
That calls out your name
I will not break
Or bend, or crack
Paranoia will seep in
Waiting for my attack
I will not go gently
Into the night
I will lurk the dark corners
Deep in your mind
I am the water
That washes away
The sins that you buried
To hide all your shame
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
the plight obscene to her
as the denied
she stands in the corner shouting into
the nearness of the unyeilding wall
that its unfair
nighttime cannot fend fot itself
the disease of light will infect its borders
and spread across the skys pallet
the deformity called sight will
allow others to see
her sad face
sitting in a broken shopping cart
with her white party dress torn
her makeup a puddle of tears
they will all be able to see
she isnt the engine of perfection anymore
that she isnt factory fresh and polished
its unfair that night
must suffer the inglorious day
that it must be blighted by light
unfair i tell you
she cries into the paint
standing in her humble corners
dire straights and desperate measures
on her magical mind
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
I forfeit you often in tiny moments lingering like age..To a titanic of an opponent I know I will never defeat. You.
You're the mighty unbreakable door, with no handle nor **** to turn, neither knocker or bell to ring. You are the only door that is not a slave to any metal. Not even a cursed object like skeleton keys can force it open and break into your secret thoughts. It opens from one side and one side only. Your side.
I've watched you slip behind your door and get lost inside yourself.. Never taking anyone with you. Slipping through time in a compelling labrynth, hidden somewhere behind those dark intoxicating eyes. Those eyes that make me often forget what I'm saying midsentence.
The spark to the match of my irrelevant jealousy, driving me to the brink of insanity. Making me restlessly patient for your return from the door and back to reality, or the reality we physically share.
I want to get lost with you, take me through your door. I want to see more than you show, and know all the things you never say. I need your raw unyeilding commentary and this unwanted vail you hide behind lifted: exposing you bare.
I've been stealing bits of you over the years while you were unaware-but it's no longer enough.
I want to finally see all of you at once. Not the glimpses and echos that I have collected and pieced together under your nose for all these years. Like some common stalker..
That version, my version of you, is forever unsatisfying and incomplete. It will never be enough, who you are in my head and who you are when we are together, is only a shadow of the you let me see. I want the version you keep locked up, the one you never share.You may be content being lost inside yourself alone, but even so, it doesn't have to be that way.
I beg you, stop keeping to yourself. Keep me instead.
Together, we will be the perfect trade.
-Stone Fox
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
I wish I could
Hold you and
Not think of
Sand of
Sifting and
Slipping
Down and away.
I want this
Hold tangible
So I can
Squeeze and
Feel pain through
Your substance
Unyeilding
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 2:02 PM UTC
Lightning strikes and our flame is born
Thunder rolls and the world knows its there
The hurricane rages but our flame never flickers.
The heavy rain pours yet it burns brighter
The coldest snow blows, yet it gets warmer
The Earth shakes but our flame remains unbothered.
Baby even if the milky-way were to be spilled on our flame it wouldn't do a thing!, the universe could only dream to recreate one like ours again, honest and unyeilding to the test of time and calamity alike, our fire is a life, our flames burn purely and intense, we are infinite love.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
today
I heaved a big sigh
so maybe
I can stop the
bashing of my head
against the concrete
I worked hard alone
to get the scream out
and tomorrow
may be different
maybe
I will fall down
all worn out fighting
the urges to bash against
the unyeilding
grey
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
We close the curtains on a world less sure,
than yesterday, and all the days that went before
evening comes, and with it falls the night
unyeilding darkness drinks the light
and in its presence fades the sight
of garden gate and fence and lawn
in an anxious world which waits for dawn
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 6:26 PM UTC
For a moment her skin
Is like the color of the dark
Unyeilding seas in the dead of winter;
The edges of her body more alive
Like the back splash of her crisp waves.
Her eyes more like the round
Black vastness of space;
A warm asteroid field of greens and golds scattered throughout,
Swirling amd twirling me into the wormhole of her pupils.
Her appearance more cold
And cut throat- threatening to ruin anyone
Even remotely as enduring as she
And yet her ****** expression
More begging and yearning for sustenance in her life- worth dying for
Other than the promise of one day being seen as more than a badge.
She turned and nodded to me, "sup girl." Blinking me back to reality. Remembering she is my enemy
And now I sit questioning my whole life- was everything I taught a lie.
Or is this just reason enough to die?
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Into the field of battle I will ride
With the unyeilding favor of God on my side
And if in the end I find I have died
In the warmth of his grace is where I’ll confide
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 11:25 PM UTC