"wispers" poems
Dog in a bush.
Dog lights a smoke.
Dog has long scraggly hair.
Dog sleeping on streets.
Dog scratching her face.
Dog picks at her skin.
Dog lights up again.
Dogs hair is in tangles and messy.
Dogs skin is ashy and broken out.
Dog cries at nights.
Dog wonders how to get her hands on the monster.
Dogs skin is becoming more flawed with every run up with the monster.
Dog hears wispers at night.
Dog still wanders ally ways.
Dog lets people do stuff with her in order to get in contact with the monster.
Sometimes the monster is laced with one of its friends.
The dog never really does pure stuff anymore.
Dog told herself she would never get addicted.
Dog is addicted to the monster.
Crank
Monster
Crystal ****
Oh yes!
Dog does ****
And dog loves her ****
Dog signed a contract with the monster the very first time it enter her system.
Dog has a life long relationship with ****
Dog ****** up.
Now her life is uncontrollable.
Dog isn't stupid.
The monster controlled her.
Dog was smart loving and sweet.
Monster was controlling addicting and very very
Very
Very
Veryyyyyyy
Persuasive.
Dog holds hands with the monster now.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Shadows pass apon my grave
with wispers of my past day
with love and grace i come to
pass with happy faces in my
path now i know its ok to
say goodbye onto another day
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
A friend of mine. Behind this smile she hides. Between the fine lines of life. Distane. What's your name she wispers? I'll be your closest friend. Trust me. A lie. Vindictive, distance, she sure is. Don't let any one in. Distance. She screams. Manipulative. Your better off alone with me. Don't you see? You've become quite fond of me. You've pushed away everyone who could possibly care. Take it from me, someone close to she. Distance. She'll serve a great purpose. A wall. Between loved ones and all. Alone. You'll be. Distance. Come with me. You'll see how evil she can be. Distance.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
The words she paints so gently
Etch my mind
Her voice leaving me stunned
So beautiful and fine
Speaking ever so softly
Sending chills down my spine
She wispers in my ear
Babe are you really mine?
I am yours my love.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Til the end of this universe.
And life as we know it.
I will always be yours.
Some don't believe in forever.
Some don't think about infinities.
My infinty rests with her.
She is my light.
She is my love.
Whispering gently in my ear.
I love you so my dear.
Is that so? I wisper back.
Well beautiful, guess what?
I love you too.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Man Card
You must know that all men have one
That we use when we're in need
I would take mine out and show you
If I thought you would believe
I always have mine with me
But its hardly ever used
Unless I think I need it
When im shopping for new shoes
I will pull it out and wonder
If you will ever think its real
For you saw me walking fifi
My toy poodle with no tail
Now I know I'll have to show it
If ever I am found
Outside planting flowers
When college football comes around
My scooters not a harley
Every real man knows that sound
It wispers where's your man card
As I putter around this town
I have had it for so very long
But now my man card cant be found
I know I dont deserve it
With this pink shirt I wear now
I'm not worried I lost my man card
For there are plenty to be found
All married men have lost one
For not putting those tampons down
Carl J. Roberts
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Beyond the cracked lens
of your minds eye
the worlds bitter anger has gone
past without pause
i try to confine this mad fluttering of thoughts my head
and as the sun set i thought id be here forever
in this moment here in her waking dream
her scent lingers on the humid air
and her soft form is still marked there in the sheets
her young lust was a sweating beast in my bed
her need to rush blindly thru left me alone in the night
with the song ringing in my head
imposter...her flesh gripped me like the hand of accusation
but her soft wispers are comforting
this is not what i should have done
i have made a terrible mistake
rain pours slowly from the gaping wound in the sky
forever trying to fill the voids between heaven and earth
between the dawn and dusk
well into the night i stand here with the redhead wrapped around me
like the funeral dressings of some long lost ritual
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
To the east
To the sundered east
Of the deserted Isle
Their lies a wrack
black timbered bones
Scold clinging clams
That harbour there
In the Wrack of the Isle
As she lies down
They say
In hushed wispers
it happened
Many years ago
Men died
Or so they say
But now, no one really knows
It's all been forgotten now
Through foggy years of
Sun and Snow
And dirth the man
Who can name her
The wrack rises
To the waters
To greet the
High airs above
The darlking deep beneath
Where once there was a love
Who can say, now
When looking at the wrack
In its black longingness
That once, it was a brightened
Vessel, fine and new
Filled with laughter
And simple joys
They dive there sometimes
When the tides allow
But divers have to be wary
It's dangerous near
Wrack waters, so easy
To be pulled down and
Within, you go
And once in her shell
The air can not sustain
You, for it is
Not for breathing
Creatures
Remember the shore
They tell
The newcomers
You must remember
Where it is
To the west you
Must go, and so on....
But carefully,
The wrack will
Call at you
Softly, and slow
Breathing liquid fumes
That fill the lungs
And crush the ribs
I swam round her once
It was a heady -
Experience, all shoreline
Was forgotten
I was lured by her
Cracked spars and
Speckled beams
So beautiful
Beneath a shining sea
But I learned there
That no man may
Swim the wrack
Forever, and not forget
Deep death there awaits
And lies down
With you
In a wet grave
So be forwarned
Before you swim
The wrack of the Isle
To the East
The sundered East.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Depression watches me.
Waiting for the ****
Depression tugs me under the waves.
Under the waves of the grey sea.
Depression holds on tight.
Wraps its arms around me.
It wispers in my ears.
Rocks me to sleep every night.
Depression is listening when I cry.
It drys the tears from my cheeks.
It encourages me to sleep.
It tells me when I should die.
Depression stares as I fall over the edge.
Depression talks in my ear.
Says sorry my dear.
I pushed you off the ledge.
And now depression made me dead.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Our Dear
Mother
Father
God,
I am thankful for every blessing you send.
And have gifted us
throughout all the ages of our existence.
The present.
The past and the futures to come.
If I may
ask of you, please,
as you have touched my spirit,
let others see my souls illuminations.
A glowing of your infinitively divine
love and mercy.
Touch all things.
My brothers,
sisters,
the soil and growth,
the animals and trees.
All of us, together on this earth.
We all vibrate with your melody.
A techicolor sound.
Hums and wispers
of you.
I ask of one more thing,
if I may.
Spark curiosity of this glow that we have
deep within our souls.
Let others see the colors,
the light,
the joy and the peace.
The comfort.
Let it spread across the nation,
like the burning down and
building up of a new tomorrow.
I pray,
the fear in our hearts transends
into a journey,
an adventure
for truth.
That we may live as one.
One world.
One harmony.
One Humanity.
If I may,
a prayer for others.
Those who are lost.
Confused.
Broken.
Let us forgive those who need forgiven.
Help those who need help.
And love everything
as we love ourselves.
May all the asended
Masters,
Guides,
Teachers,
Travelers,
Marters,
Angels and Archangels
and every being that possess
your divine love and light,
join us on this journey.
Let us all sing one song,
hum one melody,
and whisper one name.
As we travel forth to worlds unseen and dimensions unknown,
as we journey along this earth,
exploring every beauty you have created
for us to discover.
A treasure hunt for the ages.
We love you
Mother
Father
God.
Namaste.
Blessed be.
Ashe.
Salaam.
Shalom.
Amen.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
Were all crazy the dreamers the broken like children left
behind sad eyes are but windows cast in pain.
that hurt we share as some will hide it away.
Ive taken the matter in deep thoughts and echos of brillance.
Only to see it die as a spark from cold winters fire.
Alone you here the sadness in the most gentle key.
As it wispers for the broken.
Down alleys side streets to lonley old souls
who yern just for someone to speak with to share but
are met with only rejection left to count the hours.
The clocks rythm taps slowey asking the emptyness to
waste in thought only to bask in dellusion.
Like a snow globe were caught in a vortex of a isolated storm.
Yerning for a release the bed is a coffin frozen are the covers
as the thought lingers if only it had gone another way.
But dreamers are gamblers and in the warmth of good hand theres always a lonley heart that had to fold.
The man in the street looks to other as others look through him.
Afraid the curse may catch but in his eye's i see myself.
And in myself I see a victem of another bad hand.
Alone I know you in that place few will dare to search.
The cavern of thought is but my asylum of emptyness
And the clock's rythm keeps time in the key of night.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
My monster will be the scarriest monster of them all
He will not be big because
sometimes the scarriest things come in the smallest packages
She will have big blue eyes
eyes you can get lost in
He will have perfect skin
not a blemish in sight
She will have agile delicate limbs
but don't be fooled they can snap you in two
He will tell you stories
some of which are true
She will wisper sweet nothings
the ones you long to hear
Wispers caught on the wind
He can keep you quiet
and you will feel like
She will never
let you go
He will
promise things but
She won't
keep them
They look like you and me
but there are hidden powers within
He may say
something and
She may agree
but only if it serves their purpose
They will leave you to fight
the mist that surrounds you
choking you in your own fears
They will leave you like a leaf falling
from a tree in autumn
He will captureyour heart
become the long lost brother
She will tell you secrets
become the sister you never had
This is why they are so powerful
not with witchcraft
sorcery
or other magical things. All
He has to do is
smile that sparkeling smirk and you will do what he bids
She just has to pout
you'll come running. running to do what she wants
They have the power to
make you hate them
but it only makes you love them more
They have the power to destroy you when
you are unarmed
He with his
charm and witt
She with her
grace and beauty
Never underestimate the power
of a best friend
when you do
you will be torn apart
piece by piece
they will break your heart and leave you
Alone
Friendless
Heartless
Cold
Best Friends Forever
Never Again
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
Wispers of the unknown now fill what use to be sounds of steadfastness
Wispers of harshness now radiate this atmosphere
Wispers of past soundness no where to be found
Wispers of two hurting souls aches and pains make known there presence
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
She had another bad day
Mom and Dad had another fight
He bruised her up again
They left her again
She has no friends
She heads for the bed, lifts the pillow
On the handle is carved "Willow"
She rolls up her sleeve
Cut. Cut. Cut.
She starts to dry-heave
Bites her lip, forgets the pain
Willow wispers, "No pain, no gain."
No pain, no gain
Drip. Drip. Drip
Blood dripping down to her hips
But next she moves to her throat
She can't take life anymore
There must be something more
Where she hasnt looked
The same thought she got
When she first smoked
But what is there?
Suddenly there's a feeling in the air
He's wrapped her in His love
His undying love
She drops the knife
She's been given new life
She sees the book on her dresser
A book that could save her
She reads it by the window
And writes inside, "Willow"
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I force myself
To endoure the treck to my past,
The source of why
I don't leave
My vacant cave at night.
Every now and then,
I scavenge this place
We called our playground
Looking, searching
For last batch of complements
To motivate my ego
To treck these tragic events
That partook in this place.
Every streetlight
That pierces the night
Reminds me of the new fashion trend
I picked up called loneliness.
I wish I could take
This coat of depression off of me.
No how many times
I can't shake the feeling
It sticks on me like the Elmers glue
That I stuck to my hands in preschool.
I wish this conflict would subside
Through the silence.
All I can do now
Is climb this familiar path,
Draped over the clouds
Where I can't see my future for
Miles, miles,miles.
Just being stuck in the crevice
That wispers in the wind,
"I'm not as magnificent
As you thought I was"
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Your wispers were made of light..
The words you wispered would let me see the light with memory..
How I remember it clearly..
We bring darkness with us everywhere. In any light we cast a shadow behind us..
Even the most pure cast such darkness..
The closer you get to any light the bigger your shadow becomes behind you..
As I write my shadow writes with me..
My words are made of darkness, while his are made of light..
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
What I can give u is simple love. I won't let go. This sun will then only burn for u and I. I can wonder about your face. I can smile at the thought of ur smile. Even if I am blazing through the cosmos I still cannot find any form of beauty that comes even close to your naked body.. oh that view makes my heart skip beats and makes me forget to breathe for a moment in your absolute beauty. I thank you always and my soul wispers to yours that I am in love with all of you......... and forever will be..
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
Why do we leave the womb?
Why
Why do we go astray into depths unknown,Only to come back with a diffrent understanding
Of what you already knew
And isolate ourselves if all we seek is company
It is the knowledge the wind wispers just out of reach
So we misinterpret it all but ask yourself
If a theory is tought in an institution
Does it make it any truer?
Truth should be defined individually by what the heart feels
Not by the ideals of your peers
So the real question is
What do i find true?
Does one ever find the purpose in there existence
Or do wift like leaves in the wind
In a way we're all like waves
Taking of in a burst of fury
But as soon as we reach the shallows we fall
And crash against each other,
The only shure outcome is that we'll return from where we came
And all that remains is the calm.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
A whisper
A haunting tone
And a small weep of help
Of Demon's shadows.
A dead body that lays silent
and never seem to scatter in fright.
Behind the crisp, white, cold, curtain.
The ghost haunts and weeps
to let go of the heavy chains that cover this haunting whispers. Let it be in the past of a haunting wispers of a sold silent death
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
Open your eyes
You are more than the lies
Can you not see
Self-Hate wispers in your ear
Insecurity grabs your hand
Satan lies
Can you not see
Flowing brown hair
Ripe lips and a toothy smile
Hazel eyes that grab my heart
Can you not see
Love pumps through your heart
Selflessness through your veins
Oh how can you believe the lies
How can you despise
Can you not see
You are free
Can you not see
You mean the world to me
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
The ageless plight of persistant awakening,
Thoughts protruding into my every day,
The restless inner noise of ruminations,
Rustling windy bow-quaking wispers, remain.
The restling of memory spurs a conversation with the past
Concerning things I have done,
As I recourse for resolution within the recollection.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Words fade as if they were false
***** out in an instant.
In time only a memory takes hold
that of a great pain.
Tethered to the killing wheel
i sail to the fires of this world
and keep moving on like an adiction
takes me from the inside.
Another day my ship is wrecked
another life feels like i am flying
another sunset i start to hear them now
like wispers of broken prayers.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
nothing like the ones on t.v. or the movie screen
or the creepy crawlies you have never seen
not the one in your closet or under your bed
I am the monster alive inside your head
have you ever looked in the mirror and felt it was more than your reflection looking you in the eye
recall the nights when you heard strange things that were so terrifying you wanted to cry
every time you felt something touch your hair
the feeling of spider webs on your face though none were there
the wispers that only you could hear in the dark
the things that attacked you without leaving a mark
in the darkness when you thought you saw something but convinced yourself it couldn't be
every single scary moment you can't explain.......(it was always me)
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC
I listen to your every word
then i,
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
i analayze.
each paragraph,
each sentence,
each word,
each letter,
each syllable.
until i know the depths of its meaning.
when i sit there and stare off into the nothingness,
realization is the meaning of my silence.
my blank expression
shows your words are sinking in.
I have you figured out
every single ******* one of you.
I know what all your intentions are,
I see the hatred in your eyes
i hear the discust in your voice.
You think im stupid,
but i know.
i hear your wispers
i see you watching
i feel you following
and i cant escape.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
The Wind
She bites me
Everyday
And wispers, "You're freak."
For I say her,
"You're cool" when happy.
When sad,
"You're bleak."
S. Bharat
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC