"upturns" poems
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride—
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less—less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
And never a flake
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most unregarded curl—
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless
curl.
Now Doubt—now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
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Bare feet scuttle around on marbled floors
Painting muddy footprints on the white canvas.
Onlookers walk by in disgust, their noses in
The air as they click their heels in an effort
To avoid the unbecoming scene before them.
The feet are callused and shred, imprints of
Pebbles forever etched into the raw flesh
Of their nakedness. Was it worth it?
Yes. It should be.
It will be.
The gritty pavement is as hot as the
Sun, a burning star, a supernova lifetimes
Away. Their yellowed teeth are clenched tightly;
They are determined to stand despite the furious
Pain slowly eating its way into the
Soles of their feet.
Many scars and scratches from roads they have
Traveled are scattered across the bareness;
They are proud, for it is their art,
That is the measurement
Of their life.
At last, the final goodbye from the scorching day
Kisses their heads in a bittersweet farewell
And You see them smiling in the dark,
Blue eyes glowing with a brilliance You have
Never seen before. They are eager to
Run with their bare, misshapen feet
And jump with all their strength into the
Watery depths below.
You look around.
They are splashing in the waves,
The cool ocean soothing the pains
Of the day.
The corner of Your lip upturns with
A hint of a smile.
This is how they live.
And this is who they are.
Who then are you going to be?
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
To whom it may concern
The toils and burdens my soul upturns
Burns insipid valleys in her earthly world
I am the pronouced hate
Invigorating the vapid sensation
So plastically waiting to commensurate
Residing in the bowels of God my stitched fate
Defecates the defective path, one day we all must take
Smite the plight purging these devilish urges?
Or rage the plague until the roots of life are twisted with screeching decay?
Either way death always stares one dead in the face
And yet it is I who carries the torch to light your funeral dirge
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC
your lame body stretched out
skinny elephant in a pink dress
trapping my legs under your head
i couldnt drive
i could not swim
i could not
be anything
her heart will circumsize
the **** of every man
who doesnt fit her preference
a rose deep inside no peddles
her nose upturns the hopes
her hips a barren dance club
cosmetic intellect unintelligent
strips the pleasure from the moans
this other one is different in the right ways
but her age disgusts me like i disgust the righteous
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC
I couldn’t help but notice the difference
between the smile worn before a camera,
and how one’s face upturns
much more beautifully
in that split second of joy,
before vanity adjusts the angle.
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
He shoots the bird and gives its name
To the arrows fletched from its wings.
He wears the feathers knotted in his hair.
He cuts into a fruit and watches
The juices run and bites
The flesh and knows its name.
His arms, for branches, bear the peach again.
He takes downs trees and pulls up meadows,
Upturns the hills and shatters constellations into day,
And in among the clay and rubble
He tastes the fruit and sings the sparrow's name.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Just keep blooming little rose,
No-matter what upturns your roots,
What stones may clutch your stem,
Nor what draught and darkness shrouds your growth or twists your path,
Just keep blooming.
For someday, something will come along
That brings colour to your cells
Turns warmth to your skin
And shines the moonlight on your petals
As you have Always deserved
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC