Upsurges poems on Hello Poetry

poetessa diabolica Jul 2015

Herein, laying dormant,
    veils of reposed
      secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes'
              frenetic passages,
languishing below
   sunken treasures'
     false facades of
        reticently rolling
            shrouded bluffs,
shaded of darkly impetuous
        hued blood in
          unceremoniously
             bound convolutions,
a million ancient
     undisclosed shadows hidden,
     notwithstanding combative
        rumblings of death's
         unwelcome sycophancy,
depths of centuries'
         old unparalleled stories,
whence hush-hush
       undulatory influx
          of defiant upsurges
          and turbulence reside,
     that of which only the
          winds of indiscretion,
                clandestine spirits
                      & gods could surmise

*...as  privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons

#death #clandestine #stories #treasure #ocean #shadows #secrecy #shrouded

The Fabulous Kate Nov 2014

Like an Ocean

Love is like an ocean.
Pushing you away, defiantly the tides bring you back to me,
Along with each old memory.
Drowning in love, has never felt to peaceful.
My heart is flooded.
Feeling cold-blooded,
How I want you all to myself.
Is this really selfish?
They say there's plenty of fish in the sea,
But baby, you're the only one for me.
Your impression on me was like footsteps in the sand.
Oh how I wish we could run away together,
While grasping your hand,
Running into the sunset.
But you washed me away.
Now I'm just sand, cold and wet.
Salt washes over my lip.
Maybe from all the tears you brought me,
In waves of sadness.
Deadly upsurges crash into the shore.
Is love supposed to hurt this much?
Is love supposed to be a war?
I say love is like an ocean,
But was this really love?

#love #ocean

Christian Bixler Sep 2015

Beauty, and the Coming of the Storm

I saw her there, standing in the shade
of a thicket; birch trees in the failing
Autumn. The long grass caressed her;
the wind stirred her hair. Lovely she, in
the failing Autumn, there, on the cusp of
winter. Lightning; storm on the horizon.
Green eyes lifted to catch the rain, falling,
there in the nearing distance. She breathes
in, out, her eyes fall closed as she tastes the
air; rain and soil, sunbaked in the past heat of
the noontime. Grass, wafting upwards. The
trees stir; the shadows of the leaves flit across
her form, face uplifted to the rising storm. Her
raiment snaps, back and forth; the winds uprising,
howling forerunner of the coming storm. Her hair
streams back, a midnight pennant, running out all
behind her. The roaring of the winds upsurges in its
splendor, its howling crescendo reached at last; The trees
bend, backwards in the gale, graceful in their dying,
leaves torn and scattered, out among the plains, and
across the rippling grasses, soaring in the ecstasy of
the winds. She stands, there, in the moment before the
storm, straight she is, and tall, swaying as the trees wherein
she stands, pale in the twilight. The wind howls in wanton
abandon, wild and glorious; rain strikes the waiting earth,
the grass bends in homage, down before the fury of the torrent
descending.
The lightning cracks in the darkling sky,
the thunder roars in violent time; the storm falls
in the failing Autumn; darkness comes
in the clouds obscurity, ebon in the raging heavens,
and all was lost there, save the wind, and the rain,
and the darkness of the storm.

Daydreams in a storm.

Christian Bixler Sep 2015

Beauty, and the Coming of the Storm

I saw her there, standing in the shade
of a thicket; birch trees in the failing
Autumn. The long grass caressed her;
the wind stirred her hair. Lovely she, in
the failing Autumn, there, on the cusp of
winter. Lightning; storm on the horizon.
Green eyes lifted to catch the rain, falling,
there in the nearing distance. She breathes
in, out, her eyes fall closed as she tastes the
air; rain and soil, sunbaked in the past heat of
the noontime. Grass, wafting upwards. The
trees stir; the shadows of the leaves flit across
her form, face uplifted to the rising storm. Her
raiment snaps, back and forth; the winds uprising,
howling forerunner of the coming storm. Her hair
streams back, a midnight pennant, running out all
behind her. The roaring of the winds upsurges in its
splendor, its howling crescendo reached at last; The trees
bend, backwards in the gale, graceful in their dying,
leaves torn and scattered, out among the plains, and
across the rippling woodlands, soaring in the ecstasy of
the winds. She stands, there, in the moment before the
storm, straight she is, and tall, swaying as the trees wherein
she stands, pale in the twilight. The wind howls in wanton
abandon, wild and glorious; rain strikes the waiting earth,
the grass bends in homage, down before the torrent
descending. The lightning cracks in the darkling sky,
the thunder roars in violent time; the storm falls
in the failing Autumn; darkness comes
in the clouds obscurity, ebon in the raging heavens,
and all was lost there, save the wind, and the rain,
and the darkness of the storm.

Daydreams in a storm.

#rain #beauty #storm #elemental #wind #transcendence

Aishwarya Sridhar Jun 2020

What was that?

Aghast was the feeling within,
the moment I heard saying,
"The grudge in me never ceases,
If I look at you, it upsurges."
What was that? Hatred or Jealousy?

Together we grew,
Together we played,
Together we enjoyed,
But she was loved more.
What was that? The age or Comparison?

Appreciated for her appearance,
Admired for the best smile,
Pampered for the sweet talks,
Gradually grew the inner bitterness unaware,
Igniting in her, the spark of arrogance uncompared.
As I was placed ever in contradiction.
What was that? Seed of praise or despise?

The child in us possessed the love,
while in the name of maturity the gap stretched,
The silence took deep breaths
Between each conversation
We, the alike thinkers
Now parted with difference.
The daughters of two sisters,
Misunderstanding cultivated the distress.
What was that? Distance or Belief?

The question still perplexed
Whose fault was that?
The childhood innocence ripped with arrogance?
Or
The comparison that planted the vengeance?
But ultimately, it is the misconception established with pride.

Now after these many years,
the love in me for her never faded
but grew more when we by chance interacted.
What was that? The pure love or move on?

Having the belief that our thoughts were alike,
My heart ceased not to pour my inner feelings,
As my childhood pal, my sister, my twin.
But still the ignorance in me continued to control,
My maturity to understand the completely changed person.
It took sometime to get in my senses
that her eyes looked hither and thither
with lies unrelated,
and conversations proposed,
not to share but to grasp
whenever connected virtually.
What was that? A changed self or Gossip Monger?

The vengeance inside gradually
turned to revengeful remorse.
And the love had turned to blame,
With pierce striken words she poked
Of accusations and falsehoods,
But none seemed to disturb me.
What was that? Mellow in me or Her immaturity?

With composed tone, I did stand for me,
confidently, a new me,
neither raised my voice,
nor reacted losing my poise,
but assured that in her life,
"Never could you forget to remember me and never, remember to forget me."
What was that?
A blessing from a mellowed soul.

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Comparison is a needle, if sewn with a positive thread, would bestow a Mellowed soul.

#mellow #life #soul #comparison #blessing #introspection #poetry #poem #relationship #immaturity

Esther Sabatino Jan 2016

Love

I've been in love with you since I was born.
Did you see my life?
Did you watch it?
The emotions, upsurges like tidal waves and frightening deep dark oceans,
Turning calm and warm and blue when you are in front of me
And I see you - your face.
But in my times when I am alone,
And contemplations of love grasp and hold my mind,
Because that is what happens in the unmarked hours we are apart,
The oceans of emotions and love for you are tidal waves and deep abysses that have existed since the beginning of time,
Because I have been in love with you since I was born.

Travis Green Sep 2022

Lushalicious Prodigious Finesse

I yearn to slurp on your striking ****** rifle
Give you hella bobbing head
Make your long, athletic legs shudder
The more I hold your dopeness hostage
Make you go into unreservable raptures
Pull apart your machoness
Burst in on your hotness

Take in your aesthetically pleasing thickness
Give your succulently mean monster meat
The most dope and ferocious ******* ever
Make you so stoked for my homoness
Smell my delightful perfumed scent
All over your undiminishable keen limbs
Rub your untouchable clutchable muscles

Let your thuggishness lay down the law in my heartland
Be my extraordinary lover man
Sit still, my super slick sweetness
Let me jam to your amorous bouncing nation
Stimulate your seemingly sensuous fantasies
Stroke your ego and steelo
Kiss your broad bare feet
Gush over your lushalicious prodigious finesse

Press my head against your dexterous
And lumbering thighs and legs
Wander about in your shiny stupefying routes
Abounding in the profoundest, unrestrained, and ****** ecstasy
Push me down on your wickedly
Curved and murderous machete

Let me cater my gayness
To your royal rock-solid foundation
Send your straightness into a trance
Spit on your firmness
Mesmerize every measure of your perfection
While your breathing upsurges
While your astounding desert-sand brown eyes roll back

You lick your shimmering thirst-quenching lips
You moan vigorously, stirring words
The more I **** your spectacularly
Eye-grabbing and girthy shotgun
Let your macho dome mesh with my tongue
As you squirt out sweet vanilla pudding
On my enthusiastic, attractive face

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