"vibing" poems
*The two felt a chemical attraction.
Serotonin leaked onto his uncovered skin.
He couldn't speak, his tongue dried, dehydrated by her heat.
**** those eyes were like Kryptonite, He had pride in himself for being a statue.
Smooth as a razor blade he came out of that conversation dull.
The wrong impression was given since he had handed her rotten flowers.
Give me a second to recollect my thoughts and bring them back from the stunned blackout, wow, you are such a powerful knockout.
I'm fixing my posture and choosing my words right.
Our symbols are well matched and I'm not talking astrology, I'm talking chemistry.
Two different colors mixed together makes her blush and makes me crush.*
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
Vibing;
large hands,
guiding her hips
She's mounted,
Straddled there, She's riding
poised above—
Her movements eager, fervent,
Grinding;
Against him, she presses with need,
Finding pleasure in the rhythm they feed.
With his fullness embraced between her thighs,
They both seek their peak in each other's eyes.
Colliding;
Pleasuring herself, pleasuring him,
In the depths of desire, together they swim.
The satisfaction mirrored in her gaze
Captures the essence of their shared blaze.
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 11:58 PM UTC
Commit ****** then flip an ounce, a nonchalant verse that promotes the internal joust, with
pride earned as the only badge that counts.
Tap the snare drum for a bar, or vibing melody,
our backwards society stereotypes "thugs" as, "what drugs are they selling me?"
Rap is art in raw form,
intended to excite the youth who see death as a norm, the daily street storm.
Women de-humanized for a buck,
men taught to only treat them good if they **** and don't run out of luck.
The concrete jungles can only have just one king upon a throne, as the vicious cyclone continues destroying futures of the youth unless they succeed in the booth.
Youth commit ****** then flip an ounce,
pride earned needs to be denounced.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
I'm self actualizing
Vibing
High fiving
Myself
As I cross the finish line
Thriving in success.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
Well, my feet, they feel like
Saggy sacks of soggy moss;
As if they went for a hike
And suffered some Great Loss.
And the thorny feelers
Penetrate Barefoot Monkees.
Is loathing made of mirrors?
Is every girl a tease?...
Good G-d my stomach hurts! --
Your Divine Justice, blessed.
My vessel is vibing hertz
As it bears The Distress:
But, if I make my feet
Acknowledge more smiles than frowns;
And my Neuroses cease to bleat
While I analyze nouns...
Is there a New Normal?
Grace from benevolent gods?
Or will Hope choke, fade in Stealth
As Blind eyes miss her nods?
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
The only thing I want from you
Is this moment
sitting next to you, vibing
As I’m feeling you
Your occasionally smile tell me
You are feeling me too
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
Late night
The lights turned low.
Nowhere to go.
Moments spent with you,
Laughing, tripping.
Sunk in satisfaction.
Another moment spent with you nowhere to go.
A night in ,
Arms lax, legs spread.
The chronicles of knowing where to find you.
Kicked back, vibing.
Random conversations followed by sensual voice.
About life. Something more than what compliments the eye.
Past relationships brought out the blue.
What makes you smile, the things you hope to accomplish.
The feeling is dope.
The temptation of again near.
Not much to say,
Head laid in your lap.
Remote on the floor.
Eventually one of us has to move.
More than friends caught on a late night.
How we feel no longer played off.
Somewhere we can meet that's more private.
Caught between commercials.
Put to sleep, the couch single witness.
The creaks put to rest.
Our motion slows.
Shadows come to rest.
Remote still on the floor,
The night no longer young.
The lights low with you in my arms.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
Lulaby in D minor. Random cadence.
Radiant. Pill passing as placebo. But deaadly as stricnine.
Spider hiding on the leaf. Baited breath.
taut with anticipation..dance mephisto..
Fittest surviving by vibing on feedback.
Floating on experiences expediences. Called intuition ?
Seen it before, another stitch
For the quilt.
Mental flotsam. Jettisoned jetsum.
Protesteth greatly. Knows inately. ... the. Exception or rule.
Cumbaya. My lord. Cumbaya.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
We're all subjects of love
Subjects of fear and longing
living day by day
because -
Smiling at the right people,
vibing the wrong.
Everyone sings their own song
of their own love.
Fear and longing hide
in the inner parts.
I never wanted an ignorant melody
thickly articulated through a cloud of smoke,
tickling a beer glass
confused and stenching
because-
We all learned some manners as children
and knew they were true,
waving our banners of politeness,
mine red, yours blue.
Purple would be a royal colour
if we combined the two.
You're wrong.
I might be right
because-
all heads are "me" when they hit the pillow at night.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Disheveled I crawl through a tunnel of my past over crumpled sheets and pillows of one man's bed, then the next, then the next and just when I think it will never end, there she lay atop a bed of orange peels and poppies, my Gemini twin, creeping grin, contagious we're vibing. Im glad there isn't a man here in dreamland tonight cuz I'm just really feelin myself.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Resist against part of the mind, you’re unable to achieve in mastering, like it’s been said before. ‘It’s too bad, ignorance isn’t painful.’ The snake, the rat, the cat, the goat, how are you going to see the dogs, if you’re living in the fog? Poetry cannot solely be the image of heartbreaks and new love. Nobody wants your dance or poetry kisses. Who’s your biggest fan? This life is brief and it’s pain runs deep. Drowning in effort, over the duration of you life, starlight turmoil, commit to art and die in glory. Every poem should now be on the theme of remembering, death is always definite, as for the immortality in this world, it’s soul-selling. People smile until others forget their name. Only poetry can read my mind, fewer friends will know that and only my lover can reach my inner-world, it’s my style. Life happens will it’s self-discovery or self-destructing and I’ll ride or die and best feeling I’ve ever had, is when I turn a new leaf, forgetting the world I’ve parted with, until I learn how normal the new are. We’re not vibing. Do not enter art, you’ll be poor of wealth, as for most, that’s what they value, how to measure success, few can achieve what some had already have. As for my lover, I cannot give gifts of these world, so, I only give my own words, forming poetry of high beauty, to which they’ll never articulate the sensations of touching illumination that you have given me, but they’ll do for now, poems unseen in this world. True kunst are in their everyday actions, grandeur happens, when the world turns and notices, and a smile is produced, it won’t last long, some of us like to read, but ignorance is always easy, it will be.
(knowledge variable)
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
It has only been a week since I've been out of school.
The anxiety of being alone is getting to me.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
I don't take myself too seriously
but I hope you, take me, seriously
I hope we get to do our thing
dont need a title,
lets just what our luck will bring.
Right now, iIwant to hold you and talk to you
put my arm around your waist, and just walk with you
show you off around the place, be proud of you
then take you to the room, and get loud with you.
create memories and share secrets- doing things that i wrote to you
freaky little things that stay between me and you.
Since you aren't the type to just let anyone get close
that means with both special, i appeciate that the most.
even Ethiopian Queens need Kings too
you already know, that my throne, thinks of you...(lol_
those other guys don't get you the way I do
the words I write, is what I think and what I think, I do.
now your imagination got you seeing things the way i do
I got much more to give, than those other kats do
your body fine, and still love just vibing with you
blow money and just spend time with you
take time- watching how your body move
not being bold, just being honest Bo
take you in the kitchen so I can make love to you
then head to the bath, wash it of, just in time for round number 2
I'm getting off track, this is what thoughts of your body do
as a result, I'm thinking out my plans for you- arousing your every desire, you caused a spark, now i'm igniting your fire- and won't stop until your bodies tires. From the second I watch you standing in line, you've been something to admire.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
I made a playlist the other week
It bleeds with the sound of us
All those songs you loved
Whether I liked them or not
I listen to them every night
Crying myself to sleep through this pain
Anyone would think I'm crazy
To keep doing this to myself
But the songs echo in my brain
Whether they play out loud or not
And I shouldn't get to live freely
After hurting you so badly
So I'll slowly **** myself with this sadness
And the physical pain of this heartbreak
My chest aches
And my lungs scream
These sobs choke every last breath
And the sounds send me away
Lost in the memories of us:
Driving in your car across the bridge listening to the Killers
Up in your town for Christmas vibing to Grace VanderWaal
Singing different parts to the acapella beauty of Pentatonix
Rocking along to the song we said we'd sing at our wedding
I'm afraid that I can't face life without you
I'm afraid of myself
And I'm afraid for it to snow
Because then the memories won't be just in my head
You'll be everywhere
More than you already are
And I could be dead.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
Vibrant Vivre
Vivaciously Vibing
Vines like Vices, stalking
Slippery as Serpents
Sensuously
Engulfing
Light into Darkness
I'm Yours now to Keep
How will this ******* Bind Me or Blind Me,
or Bond Me to You?
Will it be Mutual, Consenting
Or Master to Slave?
Who is Predator
Who is Prey?
I could
Engorge
Expand
Explode
Thread shredding Vine
Into Wine Dripping Bliss
Veins seep leaking
Succulent Juice
What once was mine
Was once Stimulating You
The Other Alternative
I'd rather not Pursue
I like the Heat
Cause this Write is a
Freak...Aaaahhhh
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
No place for those heavy thunder,
Spreading snowflakes in summer.
I'm all flowers and rainbows
Getting the good vibes then I blow.
Like butterfly with its wings,
Sprinkling the magic of living.
Smiling like there is no tomorrow.
Life from the owner we borrow
Happiness will never be forever,
A time will come and it will be over.
Like the climate it will be seasonal,
Like life it will be cyclical.
Cry all you can on your dooms day,
Don't worry, God sees those and he say,
Come to me my little child
Stop crying I'm protecting you from the wild.
You're the master of your destiny,
So wipe those tears, be happy.
Look positively on your vision.
Erase those hindrance on your direction.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
Chillin' in the living room, lo-fi playing in my ear.
Not a care in the world, I feel peace not fear.
This **** is hittin' and I'm just here sittin'
Thinking about life.
I'll drift away on a sea like I always do.
I don't know where I'm going yet.
I'm lost without a clue.
Don't find me.
Nothing is on my mind, yet my thoughts are racing quickly.
I feel fine, but somehow I am still sick.
I'm getting lost and I don't want to return,
I know there is a lesson here,
But It's one I have yet to learn.
Burn, like this green when I light it.
Burn, like my lungs when I hit it.
Yeah, chillin and vibing and drifting away.
Nothing on my mind.
I hope I see another day.
Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
By: Thomas James Tom.
11/10/2020
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Who are we? Why are we?
Are we heavenly or do we come from the sea?
Dig the questions, as to unearth the answers.
Believe or rely on necromancers.
For we are such tiny dancers,
it is difficult for us to see the cancers.
Jumping place to place like freelancers.
Are we given the the gift of love only to unlove?
I don't know...ask the white dove.
Immaculately touched.
He knows the directions to the one above,
He wants for us so much.
Never mind me ...I'm just vibing here...ha...yeah.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
I have finally broke free from the shackles
Of limits
That kept me stagnant
Immobile
Unpleasant
Now I soar high
In the sky
Thriving
Living my best life
Reviving
The lust for life
Vibing
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
Times vibing with friends and having a positive conversation
About the equivocation in our nation as the L passes our little nation and our consciousness expands like a rubber band.
Hold your girls hand till you become one with her, remind her
That she resembles mother earth her womb is the home for
The little seeds you plant inside of her.
A wise guy told me "unity is the path"
So I thought we are brothers & sisters united like petals in a flower.
Our society is all about power to grow money as tall as towers
Our society isnt interested in what grows the flower (unity)
But its interested in growing the green tree (money)
So ripple the energy of the flower to the nation
Spread positive vibes & positive energy
To the circles that surround you
And move in the heartbeat of humanity.
Peace
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
There is still a magic of the rituals, especially when we’re vibing together, stimulating an extreme climate of moods and intense thoughts, that I sweat out blood, consolidating the past to my parent of my future, Lucifer for I’ve meet you before death, through lalent needling threads dusting aura in a silhouette of temptation that backs itself up in forms out reality fulfilling meaning. For the mysteries of mysticism isn’t replaced, just enhances, at least now I have forever to understand, while I’m formed into a symbol of light, where illumination is and I praise in the darkness. The Holy war provides more complex, while it’s veil is simple. People cannot win the world by using the world to fight for their purpose for society in false revolutions. Humanity isn’t worth fearing. I’ve peaked beyond the curtain and saw only horror on both sides of good and evil. It’s frightening to see what people do for their side and personal success. Do not feed into their fear. You have mind, use it, live your life, before they take your life, there is a lot more enlightenment within yourself. As for me siding with Lucifer, for he hates all religion, ideology and culture, uplifting individuality to allow them to master of their own realm.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
with a can of spray paint.
I tag my name across the wall of your heart.
my love for you condensed,
shaken up, expanding through
the burst of a nozzle.
swirls of tie-dye,
colliding in pink monochrome and blue.
Vibing, tripping.
After spray freckles tiptoe as high as my arm will reach.
And as low as my knee will allow.
chaos drips in small bubbles soon to dry.
Running through rough open spaces
Where paint used to be.
condensed circles, widening out to bigger circles.
your heart my canvas.
there is no such thing as running out of room.
the best things in life overlap and cross over
into each other.
my name splashed monochrome.
shaken up, expanding through
the burst of a nozzle.
I am swirling in love.
In every shade and in every hue.
coloring outside the lines.
your heart's a kaleidoscope
intertwined between the space of my fingers.
Life imitates art.
Art imitates love.
I imitate you.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
You're a serendipity
I'm a halcyon w your presence
Our vibing is the true quiddity
I love ua smile, it's lucent
Worths million kitakat's.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
surrendering my low vibing energies,
casting them out to sea.
awaiting the cleansing.
it approaches slowly, quicker now.
the rivers meet and bring nutrients from
upstream, they bring new life
from others parts, diversifying.
the snow is melting.
I hear it coming, the visions steady,
these days intended to heal.
what a cyclical thing releasing old ways.
searching behind for whats next.
feeling around in the dark,
unsure of what is to be found.
what rests in the shadows.
who will be with me.
I know you will be there.
you will catch me.
as I allow my knees to give,
my sight goes dark,
my heart breaks open.
the light within blinding and burning anything near.
severing the past.
those moments of before.
theres something to my path,
this journey,
I am to surrender to my self,
the true me.
the one that knows you in everything.
the one that feels the strings of time.
the inner being.
I am to allow this to see.
to direct.
this has been validated.
the stars direct me.
they guide me, provide the inner layers.
construct the inner days time.
and I trust the steps they lay.
I will continually choose my light way,
aware of what the dark has,
I shine through. I pierce the womb,
I come through.
I absorb you,
I surrender.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC