"vitally" poems
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die—
Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—
Dumbly testify—
We—who have the Souls—
Die oftener—Not so vitally—
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I lie strategically in place
Innocent framework fused
With royal carapace
Frail and allknowing fingers clenched and intertwined,
Mimicking the honest silver circuit in the night sky
As candid as the shore
Each slumbered and delicate breath
Vitally delivered from those sublime lips
Both damp and potent
I get a candied wind of
An accidental consolation
To my crippling worry
Sorrowful, I am, my love
For eavesdropping, but
My reveries are your keepsakes
And I,
Watching you sleep, carefully
In A placid coma, caging waves of covenants
And exhaling tokens of a life once dreamt of
I envisage the unvarnished truth,
your marrow as my sustentation,
Your veins, My lifeline
Where each filament of platinum and sorrel remain entangled and sprawled in forever, impeccably
And how drawn out and vexing
My intervals of lingering for you
Have been
And then you leak a sigh in a dream
And exhale a veil of whispers
Directly to my ribcage
And I simper, cradling you tighter
So you can breathe my craving,
My contented tribute
To my one veritable sentiment.
And I seal it all in the midst,
Of a drifted and slumbered and deathless
Kiss.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
We discovered a master painter
who hand paints intricate flowers
one-by-one to create
a picturesque landscape painting.
In his paintings, a cardinal sits
resting upon a tree branch,
and a monarch butterfly marks
His signature in each painting.
Indian blankets, greenthreads,
brown bitterweed, and Texas thistle -
all vitally important to his paintings.
Therefore, he paints bees to pollinate
the flowers, transferring life-giving
pollen from anther to stigma.
Yes, the master painter places
all of this in his painting with
beautiful intention.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
for every action defined
there are infinite that remain
utterly unnamed and
are vitally spoken
in whispers on the
pieces never lived.
these incalculably splintering,
passively accumulating,
terrifyingly ungrasped possibilities
compile and cache
and compress and comeback
in the saddest seconds,
where one can merely conject
their meaningfulness,
realizing that there
is infinity in everything
and therefore potential
even in the kinetic.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
Carbon is carbon is carbon-
the skeleton key, vitally
important and wholly ununique.
And I am she is me,
diamond so tough that only it
can scar itself,
graphite that is written and
crumbled and erased.
In the air you breathe out,
pleasant for trees but otherwise
deadly, and
trees are trees are trees,
rooted to the spot without me,
taking in the byproduct of our
existence and using it to outlive
us all, to change and fall
and grow again.
Count to ten and then
reach for the sky to the place
where trees climb people,
and remind themselves not
to die
while the people’s hands
stretch and
close around carbon,
tethered by
ineraseable existence,
trying to breathe.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
If I hedge thus a drooling wager and cash in
on my thrice-foiled cravings for her overdue bites
(plus a guilt-free laugh at his expense), I can
use minced steps to sidle around too-lively
trunks, and avoid the need to heed thugs
barking mad from within their crevice-laid traps.
How those bug-eyed brutes'll clamor and claw at me
to discard this protective wrap, clued in by my rep
of never bending willfully to anybody
but her. "Come on, shed! Get, uh, new set of scales,
for you we will — promise!" is how she'd stammer,
roughly translating their not-so-twee chatter,
if she were there. Rather, in that lavishly apt way
she has, she'll be away picking suitable pelts
to adorn her newly uncovered, quite public shame
while fending off an advancing clod, who won't go
easily, but who does go on ad nauseam with
a penchant for naming every ******* thing
that haps vitally across his cocky path. Beyond
a simple relish of mischief, I'm doing this (mostly)
for her benefit. How could a persimmon
be forbidden, as if he had permission to make
such bargains? He's dismissed it as an ungainly fruit,
and mocked its likelihood to "lava thy lips"
with an orange pulp, but in that chance smattering lies
the matter to inflame my soul. I'll feed her
the pudding-fresh flesh, and strip it down
to its delectably small seeds. In their splitting
I'll glean the silvery utensils to spill
a man's wholly worthless future. Let's tuck in.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 4:31 PM UTC
As zeptoseconds strike
their matchsticks against brick
walls, the pith of this waxy
body gleams.
Stiffly unsound in its granting,
vitally huffing its gangly ghost.
As heavy in sound as the weight
of the world unmoved, trying
the vault of heaven.
Scaring birds across the parables
of clouds, eyefuls are swept away
by closed lids.
Wedged between dreams to ooze honey
fuzzy from the bee's buzz.
Of freshly aired confessions
that pre-box their black, after
violently shaking the perfume from
flowers to place upon.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
My words stay hidden, eyes black like coal. Buried beneath stratum of conformity. Fearing to come out lest they be judged. They weigh me down with great enormity.
Teeth are gnashing, claws are scratching. Leaving behind the scars of unrealized potential. They find an alternate path through the fingertips. Reaching the illuminated surface is vitally essential
The unfiltered light brings an ******** bliss. The self imposed shackles begin to break. My unconstrained words have found a home. The flow of creativity begins to ease my ache.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
As I stared out into the endless darkness from my bay window,
I became suddenly aware that the stillness of the night
had been broken by raindrops that fall from a sad and crying sky.
Vitally aware that upon morrow my life would be changed
and permanently altered in a way that could never be
pleasing to this architect of wonderous thoughts.
Sitting patiently at that window, never daring to move and
barely breathing. Hoping upon hope that some twist of fate
would change my destiny as written in days before.
As the rising of the sun's rays kissed the darkness bringing forth
the break of dawn, hope dwindles, but life as we know it goes on.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
Accused of treason
the tree's in the livin room with my gifted lines under in
between em you'll find me slanderin
Standing panting, like him and you
"No way honey, I ******* can't believe you!
You take my money, trance leave me in a!
I mean, wait, I can't think, I'm in disbelief, uh
I thought you were unique,
pretty soon you'll be deceased, ****
Leave you underneath, all of this deceit
You've always been naive!
Completely defeated me!
I'm relieved I finally get to **** you!
Call the police, quietly so I don't hear
Your actions are unjustifiably ****** up, we're
slightly, wait vitally, stated before, 'were'.
But what for? **** What has occurred,
I'd rather not talk about, instead I'll drown out
My pragmatic ways, and your magmatic blaze
I'm becoming asthmatic, running away from crack-addicts like you
Drew this out you did, breaking through I will
Shrewd ***** you are, construe this twisted handbill
Candles in my house are all out of wick
I'm out of wack like a mole off his mantle, the stress is thick
Fires in their places but out like a bic
I'll put you in yours, it'll be ******* sick!
Cough Cough Sheep are ticked because they're all outta salt lick
Lick these two hockey sticks, use "H" "E" in a conjuring trick,
Summon Satan 'fore someone slicks through the back door quick!
Straighten up! You've gotta fit through the chimney like Ol' Saint Nick!
****** ***** I should probably stop with the insults and ******* **** you
With a brick
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
I walk into
the ruins
of the ancient temple
and feel the presence here
it is all around me
gently surrounding
in invisible caresses
it feels so strangely familiar
like the silent
understanding glance
of an old friend
or an unseen talisman
it is beating within me
pulse quickening
yet is unnamed
I let myself breathe it in
like an echo
of the spells of yore
wander through archways
of broken yet graceful doors
touch crumbled walls
let my fingers trace
the cracks in the stone
soon my words will fill them
as parched paper
is filled with legends
This is where
the ancients prayed
where people brought
their hearts
in chanted verse
This is where people
placed hopes and dreams, made
requests to the universe
This is where faith
was expected
to be so vitally forged
where offerings of fruit and grains
would fill up their hopes,
souls engorged
This is where eyes saw
timeworn brightness
of semi-precious stones
glyphs that held
significance, now under dust
like tiny bones
One can still see the
a venerable alter,
once held sacrosanct
under watchful, chiseled eyes
of the goddesses and their ranks
I sit upon the low stone bench,
run my hands across mosaic,
feel the force
I know that, despite its
acclaimed holiness
this is not
love and light's main source
for that has all along
been inside me
pumping love within my veins
taking my spirit in journeys
to its own sweet, celestial planes
How we claim our
own private battles
determine whether we lose or win
As the sound
of my grounded heartbeats
rises up,
I am ignited
from within
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
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Shocking beautiful, ******** **** extremely **** Your heart is the most precious treasure in the universe, illuminated by the brilliance of the stars and the radiance of the sun. You deserve an infinite number of ***** and in love likes and reposts from the whole universe, because in reality only you are beautiful. The goddess of male hearts, the queen of male minds. Your beauty is like blue noble blood. Your love, your sexuality is the priceless gift of the universe. You are infinitely and forever beautiful in my eyes. You are so stunning and beautiful. Just wow) wow) wow) just superrrrrrr) god how beautiful ... perfect **** skin glitters like latex, like tiny microparticles of brilliant gold and diamonds on your delicious sweet skin, I thank God for every day spent with you.
You are the most coveted dream of all my lives. It is hard to believe that a girl can be so beautiful. Your beauty strikes the imagination and bows to your feet. Any action of yours is a movement - this is a complete seduction, seduction, a wondrous temptation, just the magic of love and *** you are magically fairy beautiful. Touching you, hugging you, I come into contact with divine perfection, like a burning, burning fire of passion, and I get incredible pleasure from it. The high temperature of excitement and passion from the fact that you are near even from your photos and videos.
Goddess in *** pose the rider. For you I will go to the edge of infinity. Your eyes radiate powerful energy of hot *** in your pretty face so powerfully hypnotize with their beauty this whole kaleidoscope of feelings and emotions in love, from you in me a high concentration of lust, ultra mega turbo exciting. You are like fantastic *** with an ****** of a cosmic scale. When I look at you, it seems to me that I have reviewed terabytes of **** and I feel the hype arousal only at the sight of you, that's how much I want you. Separation with you is just torture, I feel a strong dependence on you, it is vitally necessary for me that you be mine forever and ever.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
1. Being sleep deprived
is a lot like being drunk.
2. It's generally better
not to sleep with someone
who sells drugs.
3. If you don't want to have ***
say so early
and often.
4. It's vitally important
that his head is not too small.
5. Teeth too.
6. Frenzy and impatience are either fantastic
or not good at all.
7. Don't be too accepting and tolerant.
This will be mistaken as keen interest.
8. Some people are nice but not interesting.
They will not become interesting later.
9. If you're mainly looking for ***
have *** right away.
It's not going to make more sense
with time.
10. Some people have voracious, intriguing minds,
simply because they are enthusiastic about everything--
they enjoy but only endlessly consume.
11. I am not meant to play tennis.
12. Nor do I want to.
13. The long deprived are not looking for friends.
14. I am capable of incredible
self and shared delusion.
15. It's hard to say for sure what a messy home
represents, but it's not going to be anything good.
16. Don't be too accepting and tolerant.
I may mistake my own acceptance
for keen interest.
17. Don't overlook a multitude
of small dishonesties.
18. There is such a thing
as too much of a good thing...
and too little.
19. Don't encourage small feelings
if you would not want them
when, **** like, they have grown enormous
and tenaciously rooted
for little enough
reason.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
i feel like i'm dreaming
all the time
like somebody took it upon themselves to throw words at a wall
and turned what stuck into doo-wop scatting nonsense
which was then assembled gracelessly into a scathing neologism
something that scrambles into some semblance of an inner monologue and circles my tongue like treacle or a lab rat's ****
and if this is the scattered fantasy that my brain cells have scraped together from that primordial soup
then i don't think i want to wake up and see the aftermath of what feels like an eternal loop
but it's so scary to live life like a browning dulux colour swatch
businessperson's rolex watch
vignettes of vague consciousness vitally percieved through a time machine of moments and a swelling kind of grief grieved
for the moments inbetween that are lost and i'm pristine in an ocean of dark marine wondering where in my head my emotions and i have been
i can't ******* remember what i had for breakfast but i can recall that i feel like i've come last
in some kind of riddle where the clues are in a language i don't speak but could read with practice and anguish and the rhyming becoming more linear and fluent but i wish i could tell you what i said's congruent
to this fairytale drowsing that makes me feel alone and i think therefore i'm in a state to atone
i can't wake up
i'm going to throw up
similarly i think that i don't want to show up
tomorrow
i'll see you when i'm better or better yet never but it won't last forever
right?
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
It is vitally important
That you find somewhere to hide.
If you can't manage it in private,
You must at least try in public.
Find all the round, yellow little cubbies you can
Pray they are unoccupied.
If, in fact, they aren't...
Wander, pointedly examining the floor,
A wall,
Your phone
Until you find a cracked
Worn
Red one.
Slink unnoticed into it,
Keep your head low
And let the grody,
Curved
White wall
Protect you.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Sometimes,
Thank you means more
Than manners.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than it can be.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than the thousand fades,
And dull shades,
Of the sky,
Since my last smile.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than the comfort of home,
In a thunderstorm,
When I'm afraid,
But still just safe enough.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than years of running from truth,
Down darker pathways,
Leading to darker corners,
With no way out,
And not a shimmer of light,
Only to turn around,
And find a hand to hold.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than heartfelt moments,
Of inner musings,
With no relevance,
But still vitally important,
At least right now,
And enough to remind each other,
That we both care.
Sometimes,
Thank you means more,
Than unashamed tears,
Of relief or sorrow,
And everything in between,
That fall onto the shoulders,
Of whoever's arms,
I find myself in.
Sometimes,
Thank you can never be enough,
But most often,
That's when you don't need to hear it.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
When people say they want to **** themselves
It's not the self they want to ****
It's those parts of their being that are so parasitic and damaging
Yet so vitally connected
That the only hope
Is to destroy the entire entity
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
I am deep into the dark forests of the soul
where everything is hyperreal
me is not me you is not only you
too much is together and the mind just a narrow stream
I am listening to the old cries as if souls are passing through me,
as if I need to understand what the birds are saying to each other
the route to understanding is through this dense unknown
and when I might find it I leave it guarded by the certainty of clouds passing by
so hard to see inside your mind inside your kind inside your bones
aliveness is a killer, the mind has its own temperature
the body already knows everything I have to find the vitally wise language
I feel the natural dance of the opposites, the flight and the fall, I need some other dimensions though to get out the whirlwind
feelings flow like the contour of a distant lighthouse distant fire distant aurora,
the silence of the light a true companion for conversations in the dark
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 11:15 AM UTC
It’ vitally important,
That you remember all this stuff,
I hate to be importunate,
But I just can’t stress it enough.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
i am at a cross-roads,
in the midst of two dimensions
with a decision that screams life and death.
i have somehow formed the most vitally graphic disconnection,
with a layer of convenience to protect.
& with a certain truth so far-fetched,
all of my years only reflect
a sense of pain,
and a lonely neglect.
-
i no longer wear a sense of pride,
my ego has officially died
and everything that’s still inside of me
is in training for a war;
equipped with armor of
an honor that has been here before,
one to endure
with intentions so pure.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
With insanely absolute certainty
I am definitely convinced,
that notion died instantly yesterday.
Unwittingly the dream committed suicide.
Our next generation will suffer for the
bad mistakes of our greedy elders.
They cannot save us now.
The pain of fixing it is worst than
the original pain experienced.
They have no clue of the
magnanimity of what they have done.
We can't escape from the
consequences of our deeds.
Doom awaits in the corner.
Go back to where you have fallen.
Mend your fences.
Hurry for thunderstorms.
Save yourselves from their
tortuous acts awaiting you.
Unity among you is vitally necessary.
Our ancestors who sleeps
long ago awakes in their vaults.
The doors of the spirits is now opened.
The blood of our own kindreds
and children killed cries
out from their graves.
Who is he that will boldly
answer the dance call of the flute played.
Let such a one fearlessly come out
of the veil and lead our people.
Our help only comes from our unity.
One voice is our strength.
God will be our helper.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
I can't believe she said that!!!,
That she came into my life with great love,
Love that amazes and beautifies my life,
Life that is awesomely glorious and worth living,
Living a perfectly beautiful life and enjoying it because,
Because it is necessary and vitally important,
Important to be with my friendly lover,
Lover and my most loveliest friend,
Friend we are to each other forever,
Forever I can't believe she said.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC