"weightlessly" poems
Beams of light explode over the soft sand,
i can feel the warmth on my face as i sit on the beach,
sinking softly into natures warm bed.
The light seems to turn everything it touches
into a glowing ball of light,
as if god himself is smiling down at the dawn of a new day.
The beach is deserted apart from a few seagulls
that seem to share this enlightened appreciation.
I grab my board and walk slowly towards the sand,
my feet sinking into the grains,
feeling the consistency change as the water laps at my ankles.
My wetsuit keeps me surprisingly warm
as the cold water rises slowly, and i close my eyes,
holding my board under one arm.
I smell the salt, the fresh air, this is what beauty is.
I wander in, losing myself in this new environment.
I duck quickly underwater wetting my hair and face,
floating weightlessly in the water for a second,
before rising, feeling fresh as i grab my floating board and straddle it.
Leaning forward, i can seeing fish scatter
as the first wave washes over me
like a tilde wave of emotions and stress,
i wipe the slate clean,
i am the tabula rasa and this is a new day.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
We are the same,
tiny specks floating
weightlessly in the abyss.
We are the same,
orbiting the sun
but never moving forward,
only in circles.
We come from the same
Constellation. From the same
one heart in this universe
but we are drifting.
The gravitational pull
of our childhood is
weak and we are
left grasping
at falling
stars.
Burning up before we hit
the ground.
Absence of sound will send
us spiraling down.
black holes
distributing us into galaxies
that do not intersect.
But only if we let it.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Thinking with short breath, gripping my chest, sinking with stress?
Just to attest, Imagine putting stress to the test
Over pushing boundaries set with intent
Chasing leads, gaining lost time pursuing a lust with broken trust
Only to rise to the question
Can the duality of morals and ethics which define us..
Be overwritten?
Misconstrued needs for skeptics lost in line
Slowly assimilating breathless methods
Hijacked
Black rose petals spiraling to conclusion, Decomposing as if to forget this
Why don't I neglect this elusive euphoria defined in terms of confusion?
Split paths once veering in opposite directions begin running parallel
I know I'm here, but who's that there?
Ominous reflections veer back with eyes unfamiliar
A face with no definition grabs my wrist lurching me forward
Weightlessly ***** following a diverging direction with questioned intention.
Where are you taking me? (Silence)
Operating in two places at once, questioning who is the driver
Hijacked
There but ever increasingly distant, attempting to reach you
The sunrise rekindling the spark of yesterdays intuitions
Preserving eloquence like a flower in full bloom
Suddenly fades eerie in an instant, dwindling on gloomy restless expressions
Cloudy perception refracted by crystalline illusions
The evanescent cypress terpene, king of bliss
Flowing in the direction towards what has been calling it most
An icy chill enters my chest, a constant race to chase an endless quest
A ploy of acceptance with a cotton ball
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
...
Mystery;
Such that you were to me
But nervously I swayed in your direction
Curious;
I couldn't help but catch
my breath as you spoke of this
dismal city and your photography
So caught
in your wishes to escape
back to your summer adventures
to the hustle and bustle of Tokyo and Seoul;
it was then you felt such anonymity
So it was then you had felt free.
I look to you again,
piecing you in these things that you
dare share with me; so easily,
eagerly.
Quiet now, you look to me but
I apologize, I didn't know quite
where to begin.
Mist and fluttering snow
Clouding over our concrete city,
We walked below the looming
Buildings until pausing,
to take a picture of me.
It seemed, in this hour, it was
only us who
chose to walk through these
deserted snowed-in streets
You suggested something then,
offering to take me up to the top
of the sleekest buildings,
to your rooftop sanctuaries I longed
to see
until it was only in my view-
small specks of life below me
where I could only see my sodden shoes
dangle down
to nothingness, to air, weightlessly as I
taste the mist upon my shoulders and
frozen hair.
In awe I would laugh
at the beautiful sight before me- to
Skyscrapers that cut above clouds
in the glint of the sun reflecting back to
our eyes, and
our cheeks who also felt the bite of
winter's winds.
Shivering,
Soaked in hair and feet
and
Again I turned to face you
but here,
with glittering eyes,
... wondered where
You would then choose to
take me
on our second date?
P.K.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
*oh sunshine
how do i tell you?
i am flying so high
above these clouds
weightlessly mine
oh sunshine
how do i show you
the butterflies that live in me
my veins full of ecstasy
the warmth of that summer breeze
oh sunshine
the monsoon comes closer
and that rain is here to purify
everything will find its place
there is so much to see
so little to say
oh sunshine
how do i show you
there is so much more warmth than cold
these golden rays never get old
the grass blades sway with hope
there is so much more to live for
oh sunshine
the morning is yet to come
the dawn is where you're from
hold my hand and let me show you
together we'll run
straight into the sun*
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
I am old.
A romantic soul
Lost to the chasm
Of this tethered, mortal body
Floating through speckled memories
Of a life I used to love.
Weightlessly
I can only watch.
Waiting for
this young flame
dancing in the dust
Of past lives and love to
Forgive and
find it’s place.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
Weightlessly
Whole-heartedly
Dripping emotions
Eloquently evoking
Subtly stating art
Gracing gifts
Beauty
And bliss
In every
Big breath bringing
Life on
The floor
Pure in
Passion of
Existence expanding
As eternity
Is lived
Out loud
When the
Music swells
And
The
Beat grows
Stronger
The world fades into
The
Movement
That
Seizes
Silently tells a story
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Abyss.
I heard you say
My name
I looked up
Expecting to meet your gaze
But they weren’t eyes.
They were oceans.
Salty Blues
Seaweed greens
A pale hint of sand
Cracking through the seams
Oh and the waves.
Pushing and pulling
Flooding my soul
Suffocating me
Stealing my breath
I didn’t even gasp for air
I just let go.
Drowning
Sinking
Dancing
Weightlessly
Floating through the abyss.
Waiting to be
Still forever
Finding rest
On the ocean floor.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
mon amour
our innocence
moved in uncertainty
like our body moves, beautifully
in unnatural way
our tears of pain
and happiness
blend in our sweats
(when our body is bent
our heart is spent)
my tongue is strong
like the tip of your toe
as its slices the flesh
down your neck
like a velvet rag
wiping away your shame
blotting it out completely
as from the memory
your low, sustained cries
are music to my ears
like a cascading tutu, gasping
like waterfalls over steep rocks
pushing me
beyond any boundaries
made by man
even by gods
(and i felt your body quiver
like a wild circus at the
birth of the night)
my love, my prima ballerina
you are hysterical
evolving weightlessly
on my skin, whispering
into my pores
telling a story in each curve
conquering yet refined
and here i am, a criminal
condescendingly proud
taking justice into my hands
for only by these hands
could i bring justice
to our love, to our lust
to our soul
(and you pull me down
down to complete nothingness
where everything doesn't matter
and all that matters is nothing)
and together we dance
you and i
ever so gracefully
to that hopeful spotlight
hoping for the endless
hoping for eternity
but euernity has to end
only to begin again
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
A Dream about the River Euphrates.
As far as the eye can see.
Sandy beaches, reeds along the River’s shores, widely stretched out sand coloured rock formations, plain desert grounds.
Lone palm trees rise up just as other vegetation randomly sown, throughout the landscape.
Just one soul behold this beauty.
His sapphire waters gently flow.
Shining brightly with dazzling radiance.
Changing colour into a clear emerald translucency.
The scent of his liquid embrace fills the heart’s desire to Love.
Afloat on Euphrates’ whispering stream.
Warm, soft and smoothly.
Blissfully.
Is it me who is that lost soul?
It seems it is.
It feels that way.
Time, space…. they seem to have vanished , they are just absent.
Just being there together.
Mighty Euphrates, beckoning to enter into his soft waves…
Sensing Euphrates’ sweet caress while the heart unfolds.
His waters softly cuddling.
Feeling his soul –healing powers.
He could drown me, take my life….
But he does not.
Weightlessly floating through his tranquil, bright emerald.
Golden rays of sunlight enter the realm of his translucent flow of life.
As body and soul surrender ….
Unclad as on the first day….
Euphrates’ sweet caress …my soul breaks adrift.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
All at once, I feel the warmth,
As the sun springs into view.
And lays it beam all over me,
As I stand right here with you.
Our hands resting weightlessly,
Within each others', by our side.
And we stand here so at ease,
Nothing to prove; nothing to hide.
No need to utter any words,
We know what each other would say,
So we just enjoy the quietness,
Of another most beautiful day.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 7:19 AM UTC
the night falls
behind the curtain of the black sky
with a silver coloured bulb called moon
floating weightlessly in the background,
together with the billions of stars
shimmering like the glow-worms.
the clouds fly here and there
with the joy of becoming grey again
leaving behind the dry memories
of summer and sunny days
hoping to become raindrops again
and fall on the soft leaves of earth.
©Dhiman
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
like the flap of butterfly wings,
and softer, smaller, thinner things.
golden shimmer blackened rings,
the tips of your limbs fluttering,
landed weightlessly on my skin.
tickling to my bone glowing hot,
you whispered in my ear, the *****
hairs at end by winds collapse,
revealing secrets, treasure maps,
weak rubberband encircling snaps.
the spot was marked by sweat to graze
the endless fields of goosebumps raise
an image of a butterfly, it plays,
and whisked into my range of hair.
when i can smell the sound it makes,
and feel its taste in stomach aches.
the butterfly of the body shakes.
into its home, my heart, it takes.
and wraps in black my golden shimmer veins.
your breath the breeze that brought the butterfly's
wings to form to speckles of your eyes.
and lashes batting winked into the skies,
and kissing cheeks and spaces between thighs,
to make goosebump mountains to scale.
when you feel the flap of butterfly wings,
in your bones valley, in blood springs,
into your ear a hush, whisper, the insect sings,
and pulls you in by golden harp strings,
wrapped in black in ropes and rings.
a melody in passion, it begins.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Crisp clean enlightenment rushes over my body
The things I once knew are but a distant silhouette within the winds of my past.
A swirling vortex of human consciousness is unfolding and refolding within itself before me,
It is time to come home
a voice whispers from within.
I step to the edge of the cliff
I leap.
Going into a free fall,
Billows of emotion rushing past me,
hitting my mind with the force of a million bricks.
Memories of the other world,
of Their world.
I continue to fall,
the stress of the other variables intertwined with the equations of my life are quickly diminishing.
The guilt of wanting something more turning into dust that coats my body.
I slip weightlessly into the clear waters of salvation,
washing from my body the grime of the day before
awaiting the renewal of the day to come.
My obligations to others and the sins committed to my soul are washed down the stream
I emerge anew.
This is my birth right
my bliss
my Shangri-La
I am home, at last.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
Muse of a new day, how is it that you are the way you are? -- feeling so much,
so that you may wish not ever to feel, as if you were not the one chosen,
still dressed in a cloak of a million lights.
But I claim that is what makes you brilliant, though feeling does not save.
You can travel all the way to Mars,
digging up the waters of your sub-consciousness to serve as your thoughts.
Please, don't plead to the skies and lead your life astray,
looking at constellations too long might make you want to stay among the grey.
You and I, we’re not so different.
Too long have I lingered in studies of the stars
and missed the comrade human hours.
Sad as the monotone of the sea, I tossed away the stone of my powers.
And now, as I weightlessly wing amongst the churches of my nameless city, I see it all so clearly:
The monotony voices the unspoken plea,
of a life better lived than pondered,
better felt than conquered.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I am in outer space
I am levitating
light as a feather
in another state of being
but I am no alien
( I am not dreaming)
I was born with a heart
I have every human feeling.
I touch the tips of stars
I sleep in the cradle of the moon
I dance with the clouds
to the music of the heavens I swoon.
Lighter, yet lighter I am getting
(I know I am not dreaming)
weightlessly I am drifting, flying
in space infinite--in a world without ending.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
You're my sacred distraction,
you shake me hard
and shoot me high
into a web of stars,
I hover weightlessly
inside your charming Universe,
until I'm dancing on air
and breathing in your
sweet remedy,
until you've saved me
once more.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
One look and we both know were stuck in a battle between each-other. Trying not to fall into each-others deep and endless void. But no matter what i do to distract myself from her piercing and radiant eyes, i loose the battle and i fall in weightlessly, Breathless and frozen. But for once in my life, i feel complete and utter peace, As if i belonged there.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
according to you, love doesn’t like hot weather and
sweaty palms and cheap beer
it doesn’t hear any orchestras or go
to any movies and buy popcorn and soda
and defintely does not agree to
feed the birds at the park pieces of
a leftover subway sandwich
according to him, love does not fancy astrology or
icecream sandwiches and it never
gets it’s body wet ( let alone it’s hair)
in the swimming pool at a party
it was never invited to
according to the anonymous
love likes to sit
love likes to smoke
love likes to watch reruns of all
the television shows your mom had
a digusting addiction to
it loves boring routines;
the 9 to 5
and it doesn’t mind
being mentally drained
and unprepared for any
emotional stability
but according to me
love just likes to hide
in peoples clothes,
in lacy underwear and size 32 jeans
it likes pretending
it’s not there and it enjoys
convincing you,
it is
not
but no matter what is said;
there is an undeniable
light in that room,
as he slides his body over
yours
weightlessly in
the dark and
it starts in your stomach—
escapes through your mouth
and it becomes the moon
above the both
of you
take my advice here—
always look for
it before
it notices you
doing so and
completely
disappears
because love isn’t
half as bad as
it’s been told to be
all you need to do
is learn to
cover your ears
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
A sultry wind surges o'er the Mediterranean.
Rosy fingered dawn wakes the world,
As I habitually walk the lonely path to labor.
A melancholy song sounds from the barley field.
Hypnotized, I follow through undulating grain,
Which lithely tosses back and forth in dance.
‘Neath a willow, amongst the barley, sits a girl,
Garbed in a white tunic, playing her angelic harp.
Her hazel hair weightlessly sways in the wind.
Her olive toned fingers pluck with mastery.
Nobility marks her solemn dark brows,
That sit atop commanding, umber eyes.
The harp's supple bends are a tribute
To the lady's long limber figure,
As she directs wind and waves by ballad.
She looks up from her earthen dais,
Eyes aglow with a playful, sultry look.
Pierced by her gaze, I awake...
With her, my wife, beside me.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
I flew on the back of a night so deep
Striving for the peace sought in my sleep
A girdle of flame enveloped my flight
Branding souls, with irons hot in my sleep
Alone and outnumbered,the foe unseen
He was within, with evil fraught in my sleep
Blistering in a furnace,the door mocking stood
Torturing a mind that the devil fought in my sleep
The downward spiral was unending, bottomless
Weightlessly crushing hope to nought in my sleep
There is no way out, only one through
The Victory of death, so dearly bought in my sleep
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Can you see the space?
Or maybe you can feel it's weight.
The space we've filled and emptied
Like a tank of gasoline.
Beginning with nothing,
Clear space,
But on the drop of a dime
Filling it full,
So full the we spilled a couple drops on the way out.
Though they weren't wasted.
We filled it and we used it,
Burning, sparking,
Igniting the thrill with the easy push of a pedal,
Speeding through miles of adventure, of the road.
Then the car starts putting
Because the fumes in the space are all that's left after all this motion
And that's not enough to move forward anymore,
But only enough to dally on down the road, real slowly, a foot at a time.
The fumes are the most dangerous, the most toxic,
And it's weightlessly filling our space.
Soon, the fumes filling our space will burn,
And ultimately leave nothing behind,
Nothing, but an empty, motionless body.
No movement.
No vibrations.
No humming.
Just still.
So the question remains,
To fill it, to do it all over again,
To take care and refill when
Your Space,
When Your Tank
Falls half empty, just in good care,
Or not to fill it,
Our space, Our tank,
Ever again, Ever at all.
Leave it as an empty tank,
Leave it motionless,
Leave it cold,
Leave it's remains to rot and to mold.
Allow for it's eventual decay,
Like it was a degenerative disease of a vehicle all along.
That, my friend, my love, that is the question.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
The chains
bound to my ankles
penetrate deeper
and
deeper
into the sunken flesh
of my once bare skin.
My pale body
radiates
against the somber shadows
of the abyss
as it plummets weightlessly into a
never
ending
darkness.
The desperation
of my quivering hands
break
the invisible threshold
that once struggled
to subdue them.
My nails
viciously
cruise down the sides of
my neck
with failed efforts to find
my voice.
Water
rapidly
pours into my lungs,
submerging
my unconnected thoughts.
I let out a muffled scream.
But no one
can hear me.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
You call me darling, but:
Darling,
do not call me by that name,
I could not bear it if I tried.
That word is a pyre, and I—
I do not know how to burn
well enough.
Until I can swallow your absence whole
and live,
I will not lay a hand on you:
You who call me out of my trembling cloak
Of skin and muscle and bones,
Into the lissome folds of that tender night
To meet you.
Until I can meet your gaze without encountering some
small death,
I will not try to hold you:
weightless one,
Who I could never quite grasp anyway.
Until I can kiss your lips and remember
Where you end and I begin
I will not get lost in you:
Constellation of nerves and veins and sinews,
Strewn across the stars.
I have tried to love,
weightlessly,
But my heart is still heavy, my dear.
And I have tried to love you,
desperately,
Without the heaviness of desire
or the desperation of need,
But I have lost all substance on the pyre
Of self-denial, for indemnity.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Come with me
and I'll show you a world of possibilities
I'll just take off your glasses
and the let the sun kiss your eyes
refreshing your sight
Come with
and I'll mend your heart
with honey to sweeten each crack
changing your hatred to sweet nostalgia
Come with me
and I'll paint a pure reflection
that'll amplify your imperfections
that'll highlight the flaws
and portray a new vision of beauty
Come with me
and I'll hold your hand
through the world that you already abhor
Come with me
and we will pin the clouds to our
feet and float weightlessly
carelessly
Come with me
and we'll discover a planet
where society has not yet tarnished
all forms of cliche
Come with me
and we'll write novels
on city walls
narrating stories that will bring people together
or tear them apart
Come with me
and we'll show them
how beautiful it is to dance
with no wrongs or rights
just mere human elation
Come with me and
we will hop from one star
to the other, exploring each
bright possibility
Come with me
and I'll show you
what you don't see
come
with
me
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC