"wispering" poems
the weight of seven
hummingbirds -- 21 grams --
is what leaves the body
after death
on that hummingbird breath
the soul leaves
a wispering whisper
of seven tiny, winged cavatinas
being sung back
and singing themselves
forward
into the chorus
to enter again
a melody -- in
the Eye Of God
shimmering
iridescent
wings beating
the rhythm of Love
c. 2018 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
1228
1228
I've drawn your face 1228 times
3 years, 4 months and 11 days I drew your face
Memorizing the shadows and highlights
I could point out your freckles in the stars
Recognize your dimples behind an ocean
Hugging graphite to paper, I can still feel the weight of your hold
Pencile to parchment, I can still touch the warmth of your palms
Two eyes fall just underneath the top half of your face
Lips curled the same way everytime
Staring back at me is an exact copy of someone I remember
No longer can I hear the voice, wispering sweet nothings in my ear
I've memorized your lines
To draw you away, to draw you out
I've drawn your face 1228 times
But no longer can I remember why
When rhythm has no reason, it becomes wrong
Insanity is doing something over and over, each time expecting a different outcome
1228
Under a portrait of a million memories, all depth is lost
Time has passed, you've let go
With each day, I recognize you less and less from the pictures I scratch
Insanity is doing something over and over, each time expecting a different outcome
No clarity behind dated portraits
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Voices
wispering
"hush dear, be safe with us"
Sounds
of whimpering
"liars, don't listen, don't make a fuss"
Creature
talking
"you can't pretend, in your head it's all about us"
...
My reflection
mirrored in a strangers frown
creature creeping
underneath my gown
is it me, sweeping
give to whom it belongs, this heavy crown
In your pictures
the conflict hides
through pretty gestures
beauty subsides
and love with its tiring lectures
I don't give a ****
about your empty phrases
turned down praises
Watch me pull the plug
Your insincerity amazes
as I watch you feast on a deers pluck
You're not a dog
all you do is bark
getting rid of carcasses at the bog
listen closely and hear the lark
we all get lost in the fog
see if you can catch a spark
listen closely and hear the frog
you will see me in the dark
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
as i'm sitting here
my body lingers for your touch
your sweetness is a jewel all the money in the world can't buy
and i love you so much
if i could ever try to make you mine
i would not hesitate
your beauty is a gift rarely found
your my angel for whom i'll wait
the richness of my love defies belief
with warmth and passion i hover near
carresing hands and kisses sweet
i long for you my dear
the darkest secrect of my soul i revealed
" your brokenness with love i will conceal"
listen gently to my wispering lips
my love for you is real
desire will not wait a moment more
i give myself to you to be posessed
i sink into the sotfness of your core
for a mutual release of bodies pressed
my heart is the only candle left to hold
for it is in your touch
i whisper a promised love to you
for i love you so much
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I'm going to stop acting like I know anything
And slow down on the *****
And singing blues
I don't know much
My thoughts are all feelings
My heart is in my head
Reality fills the voids
Left between
Saccharine dreams
Who am I?
I don't know anything
I can't trust my instincts
I need input
My eyes are depleting
Who am I?
The autmn wind
Upon your face
Feebly wispering
Who am I?
Love drunk boy
Lost in the universal last call
Of copresence
In a human kind
Buffering
Your body
Your face
Your skin
Your hair
Your essence
Your personality
Your touch
Buffering
Has left me only
Saccharine dreams
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Singing along to the music,
Dancing around in the crick,
Frolicking in the moonlight,
Acting stupid 'cause it's night
And nobody can hear us,
Because the trees wisper "hush,"
Circling the bonfire
Of twigs and sticks,
Fuel to the desire,
To test out some drinks,
Because nobody will hear,
The trees still wisper "hush,"
We'll fall to the ground,
In drunken mounds,
Not stiring till noon,
Even that's too soon,
We hear leaves swaying,
The trees are wispering "hush,"
We drink some more,
And then there are four
Of us still standing,
'Till we start puking,
And the world goes dark,
And the trees wisper "hush,"
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
The midnight sky is dark;dark as a bottomless pit.
But I wonder if it would be as dark as that darkness that's been residing in my soul
I can hear the voices wispering in my head. I can hear them singing. Or are they screaming? I think I'd never know.
The knives are sharp. They cut holes in my heart. It bleeds everytime it beats. It hurts even when I'm asleep.
I feel the walls closing in. I know its only a matter of time before they crush my soul. I tried to stop them but who am I to have the power to do so?
I cannot breathe. The shadows of reality are smothering me. My lungs are filling up with black waters. I can feel my life fade away as I drown in sorrow.
There used to be light inside my eyes. They used to sparkle with hope. Now all I can see are two black souless holes when I look in the mirror.
"Will this ever end?", I wonder,"Will there ever be a way out?" Maybe the pain is the key to the door. Maybe this is a stepping stone. Or maybe this is how it's supposed to end.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Moonless skies a silent night
Keeps you up and holds on tight
Thoughts keep wispering in your ear
By morning they will disappear
Don't look back, not one time
Soon the sun will start to shine
Take your love and hold on tight
Watch the world begin to light
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
I wore my hair in a braid
prepared to help not afraid
he lays in bed till the day
I'm called by him and I came
his eyes adjust to see my face
the call was for a just incase
I understand, wispering with grace
He turned to look at the vase
and said your braid is tempting
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Lying here wispering secrets from far away...eyes closed imagining a place thats just ours.
I can almost feel you here next to me, my hand in yours, your secrets in my ear.
I take a breath , take a chance and open the eyes i tried to seal shut. My heart falls, my hand holds only air
I know you wont be there
i see only shadows at the most you are just the voice of a ghost, not the boy i used to know.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC
In the fall of 1973
walking home from school
i went by the stone bridge
every day, rain or shine
on my way home i would stop there
at the middle of the bridge
and look over the edge
at the water wispering below
i had a song in my head that day
some girl singer
talking about love and hope
i felt so alone, and i just wanted that girl
from the song to see that it wasnt ok
that it isnt a sunny day
Thomas paines cottage
has stood there since 1733
along with its dumb little stone bridge
over a small stream
I want go back to my home town and tear that stupid
cottage down and blow up that bridge
then maybe it would be ok
maybe it would be a sunny day
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
I love how you drink wine with me
And we dance like freaks
And you proceed to throw my glass
Across the floor
And follow with a million apologies
I chuckle "it's fine dear"
And I smile like a love drunk idiot
I love how you fight it
But our love still grows every day
And I still have a million moments
To prove true, day by day
I love how we argue passionately
And you raise your voice
And your face flickers with expression
And twenty minutes later
We are wispering promises
In eachother's ears
I love how you act so impressed
My car makes it to Cleveland
When I would drive to Arizona
In all its misery
For just one kiss from you
I love how your eyes sparkle
And take the breath out of me
And
I love how excitable you are
You get loud
And you think
My manic, sunny, nihilist humor
Is funny
I love how you drive like a bull
But love like the sun
And cut darkness like the moon
I love how you communicate
With soul
In a souless plasma, diamond
Window World
I love how you try
To understand me
In all my insanity
And you do a **** good job
Baby your crazy
I love how you laugh so heartely
My constant ornry observations
My obnoxious
impressions of Sinatra
Or My utter lack of discretion and shame
Like when I throw cookies off the shelf in
Grocery stores just to throw a fit
I love how you hear song lyrics
And sing interrupting intense
Conversations
I love that when I take you home
You say goodbye to me
It takes an hour
Then you ask me to tuck you in
I love your endless strength
And that you've been through hell
But stand a strong, pure woman
I love your voice
Like cleaning rain
And your arms that hold peace
Like ocean currents and bay views
Amanda, I love everything about you
And I'll cherish
Every single memory
And every day I'm with you
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
Far from grace far more than anyone has ever imagined
with feelings that cloud my judgement.
A twilight so strong so unpredictable, trying to control
these emotions or the fight can not be won
for so many others have failed.
I learned from them but i will not follow for this might
be my last.
Shadows wispering broken sounds only a fraction of the
melody it used to be, silence fills the air.
Yet love was found where it wasn't suppose to be.
The burn, the pain, the struggle all my soul's
fragments ready to hear the melody again.
Rhythm well known, tone like none other,
brightness in eyes i've missed so much,
her arms surrounding my chest,
i'm in a safe dream...
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
On my way back the sun was starting to run away around to the otherside of this blue blaze among the stars..
I had gone for one of my walks down this old country road where I live..
The new early evening was brisk and quite cool.. My dog walked right beside me.. For any of you with writers block this is a well known remedy for such illness..
The skies had about 4 clouds that were fading fast.. The runaway setting sun painted the sky a beautiful deep orange mixed in with atmoshere purples..
The long road back look even more majestic under this orange and purple sky paint..
This is how I know there are spirits and ghost that follow me about on these walks.. I truly think they are feeding and wispering to me ghostly and spiritual words for the poems and stories I write..
There is but one cloud left.. And then it happens.. It begins to rain.. Very very light rain it was.. Mixing in the rain and the setting sun was a visual I cannot begin to describe.. Although it fell lightly the rain was large enough to capture the oranges and purples that now filled in the reflecting water droplets of the sky..
I get it.. And I thank these ghost and spirits for such a beautiful visual.. Ill see you all again soon.. Or at least you will see me "smiles"
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
I crave you.
Every single p
i
e
c
e
Calling me towards you
Wispering in my every thought
"Stay with me!"
Oh how I wish I could
Alas my sweet bed for I must face the day, but believe me when I say I'll be back when night falls
My love
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Little wicked man over the moon
Smiling like he knows it all
On a Summer night Wispering my name
Drawing lines over my heart insane
His deep dark eyes scars over his face
Like a broken story is about to die
Trapped me beneath his ribcage
Like he wants me to feel his rage
I speak,
we are same aren't we
broken us
broken people
broken promises
broken stars
Smiling at me he said, he knows it all.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
Steppin' back in time,
Remembering, - days of old
Time of fancy, intimate perfection;-
History once knew of this time and place,
Once forgotten, hidden in shadow
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn
Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past
Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time
Hear the beat, move your feet - dance
Whispering breathe, I hear your spoken words,
recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart;
I do recall this time, in which you speak of;
Wispering tears; falling droplets
Whispering hue, mist uncover that was to be; -
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn
Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time
Hear the beat, move your feet - dance
Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Tree, just being a cozy tree,
Gives its warm embrace to me
Teaching me to wait and see
Takes me high up to thee.
For a flowing trustful river,
Not a stone becomes a hinder.
Teaching me of trust and faith,
Takes me to the best to face.
Words of others don't let infect you.
Doubt of theirs don't let dwell in you.
Love is my gift, and I
Wisdom of my heart will never deny.
In the candle light I boldly pray,
For my naked soul is a hooray!
Stars are shooting suddenly,
Wispering: "Yes! Eventually!"
-Aloha-
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Madness more than just a word in a uncertain world a partner with greed and envy it sits wispering it's destruction to willing souls a commander on board a dangerous ship filled with weapons that distroy goodness at it's shores for what of a mind but master of its own soul a warrior with free will to decide if the madness of the world rules his or her true course
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
he slinks through the shadows, wispering in peoples ears, spreading messages, stories, passing from lips to ear, hidden behind hands,
"he tells the best stories"
"he's so funny"
the words tumble out his mouth, faster and faster, a rushing river of need to say, of get it out, loosing control, saying it to any ear near him, to anyone who will react, who will hear his cry
"I didn't want to know that"
"why'd you tell them that?"
listening ears turn away as the words twist, become mangled and ugly, things that should be forgotten but are engrained, stories of when he went to far, almost fell, almost lost his thrown
"keep it to yourself"
"what's wrong with you"
but the words keep coming, they need to be heard, to be shared, to be listened to, he needs someone to hear his story because maybe if he says it enough, if enough people listen, he can be free
he stands alone in a dark room, no more whispered words, no more passing secrets, no more truths spilled, he talks to empty ears, tears on his cheeks
"it's not enough"
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
Nature love,
Unexpected, unnoticeable beauty
Came into my ears and spoked shhushh,
Calmness baby,
Air, the sound of machines/the sound of nature wispering
Dogs, cats, you love their heart
Its the beauty my love,
CALM
Nature beauty
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Legion Leviathan Lucifer Darkness man thats some of my wickedness wispering totems with a white shine blur like a picture click as if all look through one vision to B this malificent 6Qs brought you this app ? my head exorcist & view one eye my best holding my head tendons spread on my lap a mess, it's like looking over mountains cause I thus see some UnorthodoxMethods you need not explain. My Energy comes in random clicks of how energies chill a spine on your mind games
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC