"womble" poems
So your wife doesn't like it
That's okay with me
I'll make a special place
For the whole world to see
My Yoda collection
Star Wars ********
Fits perfect in my house
Next to my piggy banks
And Womble mania
They make me happy
Because I believe
And that's all that matters ...
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
You-
Lover of a thousand arms
lift me high above myself,
You-
strong enough to find the strength in a lowered gate;
eternally holds lock and key inside of me.
And it’s You-
keeper of mind;
teaching one to know better at no benefit of his own;
how decisively deceptive of you/
so open and juxtaposed in my sight
You, who calls my soul to love free;
You-
man of numbers;
placing them in the stars so they project on every clock;
together ticking eternity;
man who thinks more of others than he does himself;
carefully crafting out the finest versions of me/
though think our thoughts are on opposition -
You.
How dare you?
We have plotted forever without knowing it;
this whole entire universe and
You.
Can you query your deep decadence?
Healing my wounds from a far-
time nor space measures a soul so boundless
You...carrier of divine grace
It Is You-
an auspicious gift from the Gods-
how precious is the powers that Be..
Does it surprise You?
Millennia’s have past /
circling back around,
I have found-
who tastes like an eternal sweetness,
one who bears both dark and light
chooses only-
You;
give rise to the sun and nightfall to the moon
Keeper of dreams-
are apart of every. sole. reason/
to wake up
and love …
You.
~Breanna Womble
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
I can’t sleep at night
I’ve got elements I’m facing
And in my dreams I need it most to see this vision that I’m chasing
And if I wander deeper against this grain
Will I split this earth in two,
Maybe I was born in cycle, maybe I am recycled youth
Still
I can’t sleep at night
That’s when the lost come knocking
Sleep is what is needed most
A rest from a view that I am blocking
Resist the temptation to be tired
Because it comes and goes throughout the day -
Sleepless nights, up late wondering when I will stop standing in my own way
But still
Sleepless nights
I can’t sleep
Sleepless nights
Set me free
Sleepless nights
Lie a-wake
Sleepless nights
Stand in my-way
And tomorrow is here but for the moment so I get up to live the day
Another round of forgotten souls harvest the moon’s decay
And these sleepless night keep me from seeing a life from a brighter point of view-
I can’t sleep at night
So the next day is never new.
~Bre Womble
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
God Brought A Beach Towel
Written By: Breanna Womble
...
I’m starting to understand
The slight of hand
That it takes to see this world as an ocean
So vast and deep
With secrets to keep-
I spread love on like tanning lotion
(..) I forgot how the sun feels from this perspective
As my heart beats quick with/
as if it’s,
/To keep up with lost time.
I know now I hold the full Collective
all the while I stay and destroy the retina’s in my eyes.
This time around,
Loving me is the new objective-
gazing at new found patience with what follows sunrise
And left these sands of time-
One grain left to fall amongst the Hour,
All this chaos I hold inside of me-
In-spite of trees that Fear let tower
Ahead of me is too far gone
twin flames too, burned away...
Lake Eerie drowned our fire quickly/
a parted heart of two;
half-hearted sunsets shadowed days,
To the boy I thought I knew.
Do you suffocate with silence?
Do the sun-rays burn your eyes?
All this technicolor vision Love,
Colorblind through cobalt eyes’
(..) I know now of not tomorrow,
But sea, to my dismay;
Salt lake kisses from Oklahoma/
...Taste like soulmates in PA.
~Breanna Womble
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
Wipe me down Inside out
Turn the music up to drown Me out
Liberated women but no words come out.
Make me shiny, better than before/
This is the better way
Even maple trees, those of pine
Aspen, cherry, and oak
My rawness was beautiful, but needed a different touch
Wipe me down Outside in, I can't remember who I was Before-
Render to silence or invasive compliance
Our mothers are seeds of time
Having branches they want to climb
Now that I'm older-
Polish
Me
Down
I am a woman before my time.
~Bre Womble
5/30/2020
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
Don’t coddle me.
I don’t like to be coddled.
In fact, I don’t like to be held.
I don’t like to be touched.
In fact, don’t breathe my air.
I’m coming down with something, it must be from here or there.
And please don’t try to conversant about the news like its traverse
You cannot sit at the table without a place to put it first.
Don’t coddle me like a child.
We both know we lost our way
Don’t speak to me in such numbers
Where it seems I’m not okay
Don’t twist my words or quarry
About my younger days
As if I don’t quite ponder what will become of my wicked ways
Don’t coddle if I’m so intolerable
Don’t call if the time is not just right
Don’t feed me to the world
Just to hide me from viewers sight
And grace reflects my mere impeachment
Lets not forget about my lucky stars
Don’t count them in their glory,
Then question where they are
Don’t nurture me into success just to strip it all away
Don’t treat me like a doll
Then give me of which no house to play-
In fact, you shouldn’t coddle; when heavied from all of which I’ve weeped
What use is it to coddle- when the wicked get no sleep.
-Bre Womble
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
Know what you want
Know who u are, don’t u ever waste any time; little things like this will keep u by the finish line.
Time on this earth goes so fast, so quick, like when raindrops fall from the sky,
Love yourself immensely, and intensely
This will be your battle cry.
Hold your ground and find your purpose your dignity, morality, your hue;
This is the formula to living life anew.
Be kind, be courageous, and always understand
Life isn’t always given, and will never come as a demand/
Please, my dear child, believe me when I say;
Love will always be the hardest when not known when to walk away,
But love yourself, be yourself, have faith in you
This is the key for others to learn to love you too/
And at the end of the day
All the sorry in the world will never mend or keep,
The contempt you aim to feel when u lay down to sleep-
And please if they ask, don’t u ever dare,
Because hollowed out lovers are everywhere.
~Breanna Womble
4.24.18
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
Bones-Let’s let them be dry and ******
As if that be the way they were found
Let them crack and fracture and bruise, amongst the concrete ground
Let them have their space to break and wither away-
Let’s turn the other cheek-while behind us they quickly decay
And then let’s use their fossils for fuel, weapons or laddels in every size
As simply as to stir the *** and smug at their great demise
If not ashes to dust, then what'll be of our bones we fast to give away-
Sewn better than not, twist an arm for play-
But simple pleasures wither too, bones we toddle but dare not fix
Let them wonder how we toyed our hearts- like a feverish game of pick-up-sticks.
-Bre Womble
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
I have wept in my mother's sorrows
In tears of those of lost and labored-
That life is waster when settled,
And regretted when hated.
The drugs have never covered-
They will never coat the fear that lives inside of you;
And the bottle that I've used to block the days before me
Have left me in depths of hollow and confusion,
To which the sky says yet again when I'm on my knees and looking for an answer-
I have yet to find but more questions.
This reflection I stand before shows more than I know;
Or wish to see,
Open your eyes and break the dark uncertainty.
~Bre Womble
5/29/19
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
Snap back
in the orange 70s
classic catch of
school- wall monkeys,
Kodak kids invincible
With everything to play for
Me, big- head and stick limbed
you, a bowl-cut- cuddle- incarnate
They say cheeky
wasn't half of it,
But, naughty?...
..They knew nothing...
Then
This was us, as
Thick as fir- trees
scab- kneed muckers
of the womble- burrow
pockets full of “borrowed”
biscuits,
mischief
to be made....
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
There are things that we so desire;
Fragments of once could be’s left sizzling next to the wake of an open fire
A sore and unruly rest for those who bare no need to transpose,
A romantics lust for love is as sheer as the daydreamers dream I suppose.
We don’t confide the things that yearn in the hollowed depths of our soul;
That in which age and mature vastly inside us, for that they’ll never know-
And when given the chance one might never give in-
Because vulnerability is best when it’s bared in hidden.
You can look in the eyes of another and see their truth revealed;
Their words yet still cascade fabrication of a world never revealed
We hide, we squander, in life’s most precious things,
But behind our synthetic candor; we all know why the caged bird sings
~Breanna Womble
2:01am
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Remembrance is the pitfalls of things we wish to not understand
When the towers come falling and all is lost in demand
The fragments and pieces of parts we wish to not see
I’m lying in a 6 ft ditch of denial and mistrust this can’t all be me.
There’s people looking down, people praying up and I’m silent in the words I failed to say
I’m frozen but thawed with the life I let wither away
We’ve got hours
We’ve got time
At least that’s what they say...
Tomorrow is not enough
Let’s live for today
...
~Breanna Womble
August 14th
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
To give in or give up,
That is the question.
And as I sit here and ponder my life’s reality
The lifestyle that’s led up to this point
I’ve realized there is no simple answer
There’s no reason as to why you find yourself struggling to find the meaning in your life
Or as to why you can’t fall asleep soundly to the silence of your own breath;
And it’s only when I’m awake and listening can I see the truth before me,
Your sound asleep with contentment in the arms of my sheets and I, well I, I am here dealing with the mess you have left me behind to deal with.
You’re hurting too,
Your kisses cannot coat the pain this time
Nor will mine
For my eyes are dry and my heart is numb
But I’m foreshadowing your next move
A dim light and a snow fall
A cold walk and a liquor coaxed dream
Only now you see me.
So when I tremble in dismay with your hand on my cheek; do not be weary,
For I have not but pondered this outcome
To give in or to give up?
That is the question.
And it is now that I realize there might be more than yet two answers
My eyes are open, my ears are sound, and my heart is still
This time 4 months hasn’t changed me;
But I still hope you will
~Bre Womble
Sunday March 31 2019
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC
With ruthless adoration
And violent embrace
You will be loved
You have no choice.
My curious insanity
Will make heads tilt
Hate will be spilt
To make room for affection.
Silly womble
No need to be troubled.
Explosive caress
Wings in full bloom
Right now is the reason
Never soon.
Soar and scream
Life and dream
Will finally entwine
With our life combined.
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 6:56 AM UTC