"widest" poems
Why must Mens' pants and Womens' pants be separate categories?
Why can't pants be unisex?
What the **** is this obsession with gender roles?
I can understand cuts of fabric being different measurements due to ****** dimorphism, but still, this is ridiculous.
Women get the best fabric patterns, the best stylism and the widest selection.
As a male who digs on style, I find this sexist.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
It always does before I can see
before my foot, my heart
goes out to the sea.
Like the East, like the West
every pole comes in full circle
around this quay.
Far from the bottom of the land
every drop of water spills out
streaming along the rivers
march over to the sea.
I too pop up branching in
with the widest circle sliding
down to this so big but lingering dip.
Therein the sea when a river
looks for the bottom
a star up above in the sky
without a rope without a roof
looks for its peak!
Eye on but touch not
keep off the Moon.
It's for the sea.
For the Moon
the sea too is a Moon!
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
In the vision of your eyes
I want to know what you see
Because every time i stare into them
It's not the reflection of me
But the widest of universes
Where stars are born
And gas clouds swirl
Suns and moons shine
All i see are worlds
Where in every one
You are mine
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Dear Shayla
my dear sweet beautiful woman
your sweet voice is like honey
after hours it still sounds lovely
such an angelic voice in such a magnificent human
I love every inch of you
I love kissing your whole body
while playing with you naughtily
my love it’s such a wonderful view
just watching you
I am writing this poem
to show you how much I appreciate
that chance you gave me to date
the most beautiful poem-worthy woman in my life
I love you
dear my wonderful sweet man
your words bring the widest smile to my face
I couldn't help but giggle and sigh
dating a poet was the greatest choice
I could ever make
your words remind me of your touch
of how you taste
let's spin pages upon books of our love
how life wouldn't feel the same without us
not hearing your voice whisper to me everyday
thank you my darling prince
for showing me what it's like to be loved
and for what it means
I love you
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Words are now
as if
I never wrote
gather as an aching
lump in my throat.
They don't seek paper
only a river
to pour and mingle
in refrains of a dumb sadness
flow away
sunburned and tidewashed
to where the river is widest
deepest with sighs
of life not enough
in once only
and when just begun
ending broken on the shore.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
They say Ruffle Top!
the in thing nowadays..
Hurriedly you went for shopping
A pink Ruffle top..
gorgeous indeed..
splendid effect as you put it on...
but oppss...
do you look slimmer or larger?
as it hangs off of the widest parts of you
and all the slimmer parts are hidden
a fashion prey once again
fall to be victim of girly cuteness!
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Baby, If this is a dream don't wake me up,
If this is real, don't let me sleep,
For I've dreamed this moment forever and ever,
Lying in your arms, am finally free.
No longer am i a lost soul,
No more do i feel the burden in my chest,
The weight on my shoulders has been lifted,
and my heart is no longer heavy.
I've walked the rocky roads for a thousand miles,
Never even for a moment that i thought,
I wouldn't come home to you darling,
I knew I would make it and now I belong forever to you.
The years wasted and the tears tasted,
Lost on the path with no road signs,
people left behind, shattered dreams too,
Everything was a travesty without you.
I've been wounded and scarred,
But you kept me going,
And now I've been healed by your touch,
And nothing can take you from me now.
I don't want to look back at the travesties,
Nor do i want to fill my eyes with tears,
Thinking of what I've been through,
For all I ever wanted was to be with you.
Every step that I've took,
Every tear that I've shed,
Every sacrifice that I've made,
All has lead me to you.
The tallest of mountains,
The lowest of Valleys,
The widest of rivers,
Nothing stopped me from getting to you.
And now I lay in your loving arms,
I don't want to be anywhere else,
For I've finally found you,
I've found myself in you.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
On the loneliest rail and road
Is where I could see the foggy mountains
As on the trip I stare at the most smoky sky
Is where I could feel my mind at peace and calm
Of questions and imaginations.
On the widest field of grass, being greenish I layover
Is where I could see a figure of your perfect look
As the stars beaming down and as the moon illuminating away
Is when I feel like my heart beats a pound and my chest pumped a gun
Of butterflies and flowers.
And in the deepest hole of heart
Is where you unfold your love and passion
As you're lying down unfurl your affection and addiction
Here I'm sitting, giving, sharing, and holding
On hopes and an unstoppable benediction.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
My favorite juxtaposition
Is when a city goes totally silent
When the widest streets are empty
And the only sounds are quiet
The bustling stores are still closed
And no one else is walking around
The city looks amazingly different
With only a few men in the ground
The buildings stand tall and silent
While those up late tuck in for the night
And the earliest risers have yet to awake
To meet the ever blinking lights
The signs are as bright as ever
And the lights still work 'round the clock
But not a single bike, car, or man
Can be seen on the city block
I stand on the silent street corner
Feeling the moment rush through me
For stunningly empty cities
Are some of my favorite places to be
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
The swan perched its calm head
Above the dewy pond
To show it was there
The other swan fluttered
It’s wings wider
And the sun gazed on her
The perching swan sighed
The other swan sung
It’s enticing song
And the perched swan
Swam away with the widest of wings
The most beautiful voice
But
No one saw her until the other swan
Went away
And the dewy pond cleared up
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
I blot the sun out with my thumb,
don't want to burn my eyes;
it's hot enough to fry an egg,
someday, by god, I'll try.
I'll place it on my car's hood,
in the middle of July,
in desert heat outside of town,
I will let it fry.
I'll take a magnifying glass,
in the case that it need be;
and my widest brimmed hat,
so the sun will not scorch me.
I'll take along some pinto beans,
huevos rancheros of a sort;
on corn tortillas with red sauce,
if it's good, I'll take snort.
A Mexican fiesta dish,
with jalapenos too;
then I will burn my mouth,
before my meal is through.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
And a rib was pulled from a side,
Soon was molded to be his Lover:
Tiny whispers calling beautiful bride,
Now with my hand so soft and bare,
I tend to land, _'these grounds of heart.'_
Lay down my eyes, hoping now to see,
The widest eyes, lookers of everything:
_'O, stop looking for perfect fish of the Sea'_
Rubbing salt in a wound, that won't heal.
All we are; are two skies far apart,
Longing to be one being and in flesh,
A piece self trading into your heart:
_Love was first made, we came second._
Children all of our Adam and Eve,
The seeds of a garden forgotten:
But even as I don't see my paradise,
Darling you'll always be my _Eden._
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
Amputated human beings, only
gears, nuts and bolts that make up
the machine. Oh woe, who are we
post industrialization
but the first positive proton
to survive its opposite, the first
fiery bursts of fusion
to breathe light into blackness.
The first hydrogen atom
to find its partner, the first
galaxies to swirl and dance
to gravity’s tune. We are
the Earth’s first rain, mud puddle
and microbe. The first furry mammal
and the last dinosaur.
We are the last breath of humanity,
the Sun’s last ray of visible light,
the first collision of galaxies
and the last supernova.
We are the last breath of the universe
the silent second before heat death.
We— not humanity, not Americans, or any nationality, not **** sapiens but we, the consciousness that exists to say the universe knows itself— are the widest rings in a ripple, riding waves set into motion over 13 billion years ago.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
Steady in my walk
Taking it in stride
As I compliment my feet
With the latest style
There's a gazillion of them out there
Doing what they do
If you haven't figured it out by now
I'm talking bout the shoe
They come in many styles and dazzling colors
Giving us the widest choices
Some even come with tongues
But have yet to find their voices
Although the tongue still ***** at times
The shoe it does not show
The ignorance that comes with it
Unlike some people that I know
Another marvel of the shoe
Is that it has a sole
Unlike men when it wears thin
You can replace it on the go
In NYC they prefer the high heels
In Florida the famed flip flop
Nothing beats a good boot in Texas
When you dance that Texas stomp
So won't you join me in this tribute
To the shoe cause there's no other
Which should be praised for the lives it's saved
In it's major role as a stink foot cover
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
Arising to your fascinating persona,
Sleeping to your colossal heart,
Gasping frantically, to reach the surface,
Trapped underneath the coldest ice, in the widest river,
Shivers down my spine,
Pins and needles through my heart,
Consuming me with fear,
Scared of the rapture,
Inner interrogation of mind,
Acquainting myself of new horizons,
But remaining lonesome and fearful,
Crumbling when in your presence,
Listen to my penance,
Would you be attuned,
To my vulnerable aching heart?
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
VI
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore—
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
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My mind,
Oh my precious mind; my thoughts; my companion; my direction.
You have been with me from the time of my inception.
Together, you have fought with me to the ends of the earth.
You stuck with me in my brightest days and darkest night.
From cradle, you have shaped, nurtured and craved me into what I'm today; a beautiful imperfection.
Oh my precious mind.
A friend without strings.
The only one other than my creators, who knows my deepest secrets; my darkest thoughts, my greatest fears, my hopeless shames and my widest imagination.
I'm a reflection of you, and without you, I'd become like a bearing with no direction, an animal untamed, a man without ambition; whats a lion without its mane? Without you, i'd become insane; a mad man with blown fuse walking around in a loop, soon to be chained.
My mind,
My only companion, my loyal servant. The one who tames the beast in me and remains me of my humanity. The difference between me and an animal.
you speak the Truth regardless of how much it hurts me.
My mind,
A marvelous piece of God's jewelry,
a work of art, beautifully and wonderfully crafted as a precious gift from my creator.
You're the medicine to my sickness, the antidote to my poison.
You're my poet; my artist; my counselor; my adviser and the day i lose you is the moment i stop existing.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
My pens and pencils neatly arranged.
From largest to smallest.
From shortest to tallest.
My markers perfectly aligned.
ROYGBIV.
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet
Rule to live by.
In order of the Rainbow.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Perfect.
My erasers meticulously stacked.
widest to thinnest.
My pencil case empty.
The teacher approaches the board.
I grab a number two pencil from the small end.
(get the weak out of the way)
I am ready to go.
Ready for action.
Prepared for anything and everything.
James comes up to my desk, grabs it with two hands and shakes it.
My masterpiece crashes to the ground.
I was not prepared for that.
He laughs.
I cry.
Whaddya have to do that for?
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Standing outside just to breathe fresh air,
maybe I'm pretty dull for enjoying the feeling of standing there.
But there's just so much to take in, so much see,
so much to hear and feel and experience "here to be".
And yet there's something else here,
something I can't comprehend.
It's a comfort that for as long as I can stand here I cannot understand.
But's it's not a feeling of pure madness,
I know that feeling is long gone.
It's a pleasant aroma, a strengthening touch, and a beautiful song.
I don't know if others feel or felt this,
but I surely hope some have.
It's a feeling better than smiling the widest smile,
or the most jolly filled laugh.
Now I know why I live here,
it's this feeling that I must share,
the feeling that can summon so much joy from only standing there
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
The liars deepest lair,
The sinners widest court,
The deceivers tallest chair.
Tradition has come to pass,
Prophecy has come to full,
Teachings to the mass.
The Way is made as tradition,
The Truth is made as foolish,
The Life is made as religion.
When will We behold Thee Glory?
How soon will you make vengeance?
When will you end this story?
You will shout over me with joy,
I sing to you with praises,
You are my mighty Warrior who saves.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 11:04 PM UTC
I will fall on cold earth minerals
deposited by you
long void of insides
this aperture is at it's widest
heart visible like a flower
to be plucked
but to departure ...
a black dove
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Gawking at the screen
I convene here
What words should I accumulate?
Tonight
Vocabulary building up
Structuring the tallest and widest of sentences
One hand, I hold a dictionary
At the desk,Is my thesaurus
Matching wits with myself
How do I use partial vowels?
Grammar mostly perplex
To a perfect sentence
No other quotations is near
An average line is over due
What imprison me from being incomplete?
An unexplainable sentence
Of writing
On a foggy Monday
As I awaken
By touching
A blank sheet of paper
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 5:35 AM UTC
There is change that is certain.
The earth slowly shifting,
The sky slowly shifting.
Seven billion universes
Rotating around each of us,
Each one of us an axis.
The recurring misalignment,
Collisions, and revisions of
Our orbiting bodies
Shape the illusion of stability
Hanging from our celestial ceiling.
I did not expect to come home
To an empty house,
My family's effects removed
Like the leftovers of an evicted tenant.
I am a stranger here,
In this room where I became a woman.
This room that exalted and imprisoned me
No longer offers solace.
Litter, that upon closer inspection
Reveals a mosaic of my childhood
Is spinning.
The pieces of my past
Are spinning
Out and away,
Gravitating towards a larger body.
The car I drove to a stranger's house
To get ****** instead of going
To dinner with my family
Now belongs to another.
The dresser that kept my underwear
In the top drawer
For twenty years
Discarded and lain in the gutter.
The walls which I painted
The most neon shade of green
In an act of adolescent rebellion
Are now covered over
In rental home white
To attract the widest audience
Of potential tenants.
The floor is slipping out from beneath me,
The ceiling lifting and floating away.
New additions to my orbital debris.
This place,
Disassembled.
Each part
Far more significant than the whole.
This house
Will never again be a home.
If I had stayed,
Would the gravity of my presence
Have been enough to keep it together?
Were any of these parts
Part of my universe in the first place?
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC