"whish" poems
whish whish is the sound of a suffering
the sound of blood as it squirts
the most exquisite and horrendous fountain
loaded with a despairing call
a siren's ring
because it stings the depths of the heart
to the very end, from the dreadful start
whish whish is the sound of suffering
the sound of wheels turning
because there was an exit before, there always is
most often it's more than I'm willing to give
whish whish is the sound of suffering
it is the sound of those crying
there is pleading, wailing, sighing
'fore the fates bring forth dying
and there is death in life, thoughts, wisdom, courage
it comes with age, but time's the liveliest gift received
we are deceived if we think we turn each page
whish whish is the sound of a suffering
it's the sound of what's missed
if we had asked before
we mightn't be adorned with the weight
the burden, the baggage, the fate
the mystery is missing
there's hissing in the past
those last faulty choices have played with our cast
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
You step out into darkness
And you look all around.
Something is going to get you,
And then a shiver slide up and down your spine,
Whish- whoosh a ghost was here,
Whish- whoosh a ghost was here,
Whish- whoosh a ghost was here.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
the house of pain
the sadness got accumulated in there where the feelings got translated To few letters awash with tear drops .
tears of wounds bleeding lava from the heart whish is bombing like
the volcano getting out the fume yelling begging for
the freedom
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
The silky touch of flesh against the rough texture of leather
The exotic smells of *** mingled with fresh candles
The pale *** unmarked so different
Than the well marked ***
A cane with a wicked whish falls across porcelain skin
The cries of pain, anguish, despair
Actually in reality are cries of pleasure, need, and desire
No No she cries when her body says YES! YES!
Writhing against binds that hold her
The muscles strain against the ties
Pulling against them as the cane continues to mark her fine flesh
Straining for release
But afraid to release
The Man’s firm touch demanding nothing yet everything
Whish
Whisp
Whish
Nice stripes across the ****** ***
Lovely welts of color across the thighs
Well placed marks
The girl dazed as the moisture drips from her ****
Unable to stop the bodies response to this brutality
Her mind fighting it over and over
Her body relishing it like a wonderful spa treatment
The cane firm as the girl fights
Whish
Whish
Whack
Each mark landing in that one particular spot untouched
The feelings building inside
Hotter, oh god so hot
Panting through the pain yet the immense heat exploding within
Twisting, pulling, yanking on the binds
Feeling the pressure growing moving to the edge
Eyes closing as the well placed marks continue to thrash her flesh
The cane moving to another spot
The rigid ******* then the dripping ****
Sliding the cane back and forth
Back and forth against that swollen ****
Finally submitting to the fires that burst free all at once
Screaming out as the desire bursts free
FREEDOM!!!
Body jerking with intensity of the ******
Body on fire from the stripes of the vicious cane
Crying out as spasm after spasm soars through her aching body
Tears fall from the overwhelming emotions that rage within her head
His hands smoothing the tears away as He cuts her down
Carrying her to the bed
Cradling her through the turmoil
Always there for questions
He is there for her fears
And most of all there to heal any wounds
Thank You Master for freeing me
Thank You Master for showing me just how ****** I am
Thank You Master for all that You teach me
His hands begin to explore her striped flesh
Pinching the stripes until she is once more putty in His artful hands
Crying out for more
Begging and pleading to pleasure Him
His whisper reaches her ears
My pleasure love is seeing you let go
Seeing you surrender your all to Me
Show me
Let it go
Give Me it all
And of course she did over time
then time
and time again
Written By: Niyahlove aka niyah2 All rights reserved
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 4:38 AM UTC
Roses and jasmines. All vowels extended until you barely make the words out,
approaching, then rushing and receding past, early mornings. The flower boy;
Wake up calls, admonishments, family fights and announcements, old stories,
dire oaths, colourful threats, affected love, who, this loud mouth? Lady next door;
Squirrels that shriek like birds, competing for turns to puncture the solemn silence;
Paperboys and milkmen, school vans and church bells, pressure cooker whistles,
whish of reed broom on jagged floors wet with cleaning water, motor noise, aircon:
Two years: that vanished like a dancing drop on a hot pan: beauty hiding the pain
Ending like the slowly turning reflection of the halting fan on my breakfast bowl:
Ja..asmi...ines and ro..oses, squirrel shrieks, now familiar story of the family next
door, wash whish, silence: who is that faint spectacled figure on the cabinet glass?
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
oh snap.
guess who's back?
I'm one step closer to a heart attack.
these flashbacks drawn from a cutback, turned me into an insomniac,
twas only a matter of time until I had a cardiac
arrest me now, officer. I've done you all wrong.
'cause my heart lying in my breast no longer plays a loving song.
I'd love to play the rest, see who else would try and sing along,
but I best not cause more distress, I know where I belong.
this girl KC.
man, she's killing me.
thoughts grilling me, yeah they drilling me!
this thrilling feeling's chilling me to the core, like it's refilling a sea
that just won't quit. My anchor's heavy as ****
my head's split a bit, teeth grit cause I'm full of these images of misfits, and culprits
whose crimes I didn't know they could commit-
they're all me- I'll admit I don't have a permit to
park my *** in this waste of mass class.
just mind the sass, my ego's thick as thick glass, and I don't have the strength to be harassed (rn).
hold up
>>Boi
I don't got time for this.
I need help, man, tell me what to do, I'm ******
this story's this; I miss the abyss in which I could hiss at KC's every bish she brought home,
reminisce that shish in whish I could blissfully talk about french kissing her.
but now I got me a man.
but now she back I've got no game plan.
tell me can you show me again how life is more than her?
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Over the heads of 3am stoplight dancers
through the viney brick pub where Verily
bleaches the bar-tops by beersign fluorescents,
past the last streetlight to blink off where Hope
is marching brisk-ly through the muddy dark,
under the first confused crimson leaf to fall of autumn
with not an eye to see,
upon the sill where Early leans/
checks the time and sighs smoke behind the window,
through the Oaken Chapel doors where young Clöse
writes his first sermon and cries,
out in the alfalfa field where the fireflies whish
and Sol says goodbye to them again
hoping one day they’d take him too.
Beyond the yellow hill
Where the homeless sleep alone,
Illumination strikes the lens white
And they are new.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
"Which are You?
Those who go to bed early
Look forward to tomorrow
Those who dread the coming day
Stay up until they can see the sun
Just to make sure they'll make it." -Sara K
To Sarah k which are you?
I'm the one who wishes to sleep early looking forward for the day.
But as the night gets older I start dreading for tomorrow.
At 10 pm is two nyquil with water.
From 11 to 12 is dark liquor.
Hennessy or Remy hoping that'll do the trick
I just want to sleep until God calls me.
1230 hits I'm still wide awake
So I crush and roll and my eyes blood clot
By 1am my body is done but my mind still racing.
I take a percocet feeling if I numb the body just enough I can numb the brain and lay to rest
I don't want to see tomorrow anymore
I don't want the to sun rise.
Is winter time in NY so light has yet to hit the horizon
2,3,4, I toss, I turn
Turmoil in my train of thoughts
As if I was walking through the river of sorrows
At 5 I finally close my eyes
630 finally arrives
My window is perfectly aligned with the sun
While the rays go through my shades
And rest upon my eyes
I awake maybe wishing I would be laid to rest
Chilly morning and my day begins
Xanax for my anxiety and depression
Adderall to keep me focus and awake
Red bull for breakfast and I'm on my way.
I am the one that whish he sleeps but is always wide awake writing with blood as if it was ink.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Oh my Love, your leaving me has taken the warmth from my veins.
Replaced it with a river of steel that burns,
forever crashing with misery and pain.
The lift has been taken from the wings of love,
as I am no longer cradled there with you,
I am here now , earth bound, alone....it's true..
..you are gone.
The songs of joy, once so resoundful,
no longer ring in my ears.
The only sound that echoes now, the knock on the door
I had feared.
This stone that marks the place where my Love now lays,
has become my alter, my place I seek,
each and every day.
Oh my Love you leaving me has taken the warmth from my veins.
I dream of us , talk of us, whish.....until we meet again.
This is a dedication. We all think of widows during War, primarily as the females role. In modern conflicts, this role has become a shared pain. Freedom comes with a cost. Not all price tags are visible.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
i have a feeling and whenever i get this feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the voices are chit chit chattering
telling me telling me, bit bit battering
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say
i can't stop the voices, i can't stop the feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the feeling is bad and i deserve it most true
the feeling is deserved, so i do what i must do
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say
pain is my middle, my first and last name
the more whish whish whispers tell me the same
i can't help but feel the way that i do
the pain is something i must share with you
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say
the words, the thoughts, the senses are failing
the voices are truth-stakes my heart impaling
i know not to whom to turn when i am confused
the voices are pain-death-smell infused
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
the road I walk,
I do not wish
to tread the rock
and rubble alone
companion, I pray
unhappily dependent
viewed resplendent
heard, small talk
subjected prey
boredom's side dish
lovely to have known
heart under lock
I ask, I knock
hope transcendent
drained of begging, weak groan
voice, dry chalk
squirm like a fish
counterpart delay
hold me as we sway,
embrace rewinds the clock
wooden panel, veil swish
secondly ascendant
refusal to balk
lifeline thrown
stoic face of stone
temperament at bay
creating small flock
promise, not a hock
slipping independent
dreams, strength squish
life in a whish
favor over crone
emotive attendant
vulnerable, I lay
life smock
eternal ****
firm the dock
lifetime pock
everlasting gray
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Oh Maisie:
Your magic and my delight!
whish the sun would be,
and it would be tonight.
And the flowers I will bring you,
the jewels and the gems,
the Silver and gold,
A world without end.
Dear Robert:
You’re lost at sea, I can see:
You’re love comes from lust
And not from me.
Love is not lust.
And is nothing to me:
Love is my need
When you sleep with me.
So Maisie
Oh maybe, I read you so wrong!
Last night you cried
when I sung you that song
Cowboys and treasures,
a measure of love:
The words from the stars
From the heavens above
Oh Robert,
Dear Robert, the news is this:
A chance to touch, feel and
Caress - would be bliss.
Undress me and taste me,
the syrup of love.
The sweetness, completeness,
Is more than you deserve
See you tonight.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
Unfortunately l Remember someone and many that messed up the family with Unfortunate wicked ***** ways.
I don't what to Remember just like so many of my brotherz and sisterz that have been Vilated and l wish so many great positive things to you when down and low Because l don't whish to Remember the bad only beautful things Wright now l just need to Remember Good things that make me smile and not ******* they speak like WHAT.............Unfortunately trying to be on Good terms with Us. When is it PAY BACK TIME HELP the Every DAY Victim's. UNFORTUNATELY THEY DON'T CARE. l Do" My Love is Greater for my People of Black Knowledge Hardship is nothing to me because lve lived lt JUST like my Brotherz and sisterzs' Jah knows everything.ting Peace be with you keep on the wright PATH in your head TO'
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
I think of you three daily
My heart aches to say hi
I'm sorry
Whish I could be your mom again
Tears flow like a waterfall
I'm sorry
Please forgive me
Please call
Keep living your amazing
Andi love you three
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
I was entangled in the hue,
Guessing and seeing supernatural,
Singing songs not yet sung,
Writing make believe from pockets,
Slightly outstretched on a line,
On a drum head beating my head,
There was a contrast somewhere,
Whish could have been summer,
Now I told of the breeze,
Now the wind blew the trees,
Sometimes the shade is the better option,
When the sweat stings the eyes,
Tiptoes through ghost roads,
Echoes of infant pasts,
Cries of lucid transparency,
Only seconds remain of them,
I was getting to the point,
I was hitting the joint,
Soon it’ll burn away to dust,
Soon the ash will enter lust.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
wish I could delete you
from my memory
and erase me from yours.
whish I could detach our past
and exclude this reality
in which we're apart
and not right for each other.
maybe if we met
another time and place
I wouldn't have ******* it up.
you would be free
and we could work it out.
Yes,
I still persist thinking
that someday there will be an us.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Which door am I facing
is it the furture or the past?
Whish door am I chasing
is it the next or is it the last?
Which time am I embracing
will it go slow or will it go fast?
(l.p)
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
"Why does it wish to come inside?"
Such stubborn rain not seeing why.
"Clearly a window is in its way."
So why does it wish to come inside?
Pitter patter, doesn't hear me.
Chit chat, continued talking.
Tick tock, time is passing.
Whish whoosh, cars are driving.
Splish splash, kids are playing.
"So why are you trying to come in?"
Confused, not seeing the point.
"Clearly, it won't be worthwhile."
So why does it wish to come inside?
Click swish, the windows swung open.
Pitter patter, the rain ran in.
Tick tock, the sound of the clock.
Silence silence, there's no other sounds.
Pitter patter, the rain continues
Hand held out to hold them tight
Tick tock, splish splash
"Now I know why you come inside."
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
I wish I know you
the way I know every freckle of my sweater,
I whish you want to know me too
because it's cold and the sweater have holes
and I'm starting to question my own knowledge,
I didn't remeber the sleeves where that short.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
Shadows crawl against the fade of the sunlight on the window payne.
Damp night with a warm breeze the darkness it consumes me.
Layin still and prayin for sleep but my mind is on fire ablaze in the sheets.
The sun cuts a slit through the leaves on a tree.
Burns through the curtains and incinerates me.
Sunshine on the high side, inside feelin run down.
Dim light in a ****** eye.
Monday morning comin down.
Rundown from the comedown of flyin, sundown comes the dread of tryin.
Thread the needle just to sew up the need, steady feelin deep like the sea.
Maybe freedoms just a state of mind, rippin, tearin, flyin down the line.
Soarin through the wind on a hope and a whish.
Headed down the ridge on a prayer and a whim.
Sunshine in a dry time, landslide on the way down.
Dim light in a ****** eye.
Monday morning comin down.
Well baby,
we have been up for a ***** age, them long nights we had no escape.
All day we would just wait, and wait, for a wild nights that would last for days.
But honey
It's touchdown from a long flight, we ain't slept in our whole lives I'm a train wreck, and a car crash.
I'm comin down and I'm not alright
I got sunshine in my eyes, inside I feel so low down when
I see that dim light in a ****** eye.
I know it's Monday morning and we're fallin apart.
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 12:13 PM UTC
fish
splash splish
fins, swish, whish
through water, brackish, greenish
that they swim still astonishs
though on second glance they're sluggish
need to do something before they perish
take them out then,tidy, clean and re-establish
flush the tank, replenish the water, then balance, refurbish
fish....
splash, splish
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC