"yeild" poems
In the silence of a day like today
In the wake of yesterday's dreams
Forgetfulness feels like noncompliance
In a world where defiance still seems
Like a benign inaction of innocence
Though it feels like a stabbing of spite
Willing to kneel to your Goddess
Yet unable to yeild to Her might
There is no weakness to worship at Her altar
It takes strength to relinquish control
Relax and trust in the knowledge
Acquiesce and watch it unfold
There is freedom in the smile of an angel
There is love to be had all around
There is power in making Her smile
Don't be the sadness beind every frown
Inaction, as innocent as it seems
Breeds disappointment that infects every smile
And all those little requests
Will stop being wanted after awhile
See, for all the deeds left unfinished
And all those tiny tasks left undone
Will chisel away Her hearts desire
Leaving Her another invisible no one
An empty shell of a Goddess
Whose glory, in your heart will remain
While She curses her very existence
Languishing in true-love's refrain
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
it’s with a heavy heart that I expel these thoughts to endless seas
toward oblivion I see a vibrant, burning entity
inviting me to spill my blood
and to unwind my mind for him,
with faith I leap beneath and into the chameleon rhine.
Her tide will keep me safe from monsters that I swim among
and current pulls me further, and then pushes me back in again.
it’s with some heavy feet that I’ll now walk toward the ball of fire;
o’ shame of my confessions please don’t yeild this truth from me.
“I am the only truth,” he states;
we speak for weeks or minutes or days
about purple and orange and yellow and green
and how to see the colours of me;
how the blue isn’t blue unless you really look
and how you can’t believe everything you read in a book.
I tell him of sadness, which dulls his glow.
I tell him of the soulless, which he knows so well.
I tell him about sidewalks and concrete fields,
and how our trees have fallen ill.
and he speaks in short, brash flashes;
he is everything
and then nothing;
he’s gone before I get to say goodbye or really even said hello
and all I know is I’m left with nothing
and something,
and if I keep following the rolling stream
North and South and West and East,
and if I flow as One, surely I’ll find him again
and when I do I'll spill my self;
my mind, my body and this soul as One into the chameleon rhine.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
Tethered feathers sing their long lost songs in solos that were once symphonies
Falling from swan-like wings of a lone angel and floating along a reflecting stream
The misty haze graces both water's surface and the resting angel's skin
Making the glow from her shining halo all the more evident
See as she sits inside the arms of an elderly weeping willow
Fireflies gracing her satin hand as the glow from her skin does billow
The natural string quartet of the crickets under a full moon's glow
A silent moment in a place and time that mortals may never know
Looking upon the star studded sky that is her open field
Flying with the grace of many a dove whose untamed beauty shall not yeild
Yet landing on dirt ridden ground to see whatever it is she may please
Trickling tears coming from your eyes at the sight of such travesties
Oh angel, if feather must fall, then let it, but not one tear from your eye
At this hallowed sight and glorious eve where Heaven and Earth coincide
And if tear must fall into the waters under the arm of the willow tree
May it harden into the whitest of pearls so I might keep it here with me
Let sultry glowing moonlight be your constant company
Filling the darkness and contributing spotlight to your scene
May silver moonlight and silken feather compliment each detail
And pray the moon does not fade away and break this scene, so frail
Dear hallowed breath of the midnight hour, take note of this rare time
So you may utter this instant in this poet's ear and turn it to hallowed rhyme
The instance where an host of Heaven indulged in a glimpse of Earth
And with a tear turned into a pearl showed what our instances are worth
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Beware the pale horse
Who rides at dawn
From the wells of sorrow
His gait was drawn
Across the plains of snow
Unto the barren field
Ceaseless can he be
He can't afford to yeild
The benifactor thus unknown
To fabricate our faith
Shall carry upon his back
All that has to wait
The still pond lies
Its whipers are obscene
The pale horse is comming
This you can believe
He's passed the ancient grove
Before we knew of love
He's rode across the meddows
And waded through the mud
With a weary head he watched
And kept the toll
With blind eyes of age
Barer of the soul
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Mindlessly applauding
the torn for choosing right
denies the open weight felt
of them not choosing left
The ripping of blank paper
is heard in your
congratulations and affirmations
Giving pride that isn't yours to hold
remains unknowingly empty
Wrapped well
Recieptless
Let go of optimistic ear muffs
and bright yellow shades
Yeild.
Tugging left turns
misled me to the same stop sign
begging to be dismissed
Lost in a spiral,
in my own left turns,
not abandoned but alone
Despite being desperately sought,
these roads are different in the dark
No comfort or guidance
in this backpack made of bricks
with bricks too sharp for a stuffed bear,
bricks too large for a lamp
Concern and direction
slip through
the cracks and the bricks
in the deafening darkness
Left again,
just one more time
What shades am I wearing,
what muffs are mine
that instruction is muffled,
that care is shaded grey
Even still,
my lefts are my right
my right to make
and to hold
and to keep
and to breathe
and to bleed
Save your pride
and your rosey half-full glasses
Hold your applause
and the promise of a later okay
Acknowledge the bricks
I am carrying now
They are concrete
More so,
than the life you see
that might never live to be
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
Second day back and he was there
Him, miss the first day but today here
We're not talking but it was easier than I thought
Staring at me here and there, he thought I didn't saw
Some classes are hard because we sit opposite each other
I wonder what goes on in his mind
I try to think about it but the answer is too hard to find
I remember when it used to be my hands in his - intertwined
But obviously those days were imaginations in my mind
It's always hard when we're apart
But it's all his fault for ripping out my heart
I thought he was different
I didn't know that he would stick the knife in and twist it
Days would pass before we said hi
I'd always seem to go run and hide
But I'd always find him again
He always used to be my best guy friend
He is, I mean was, my shield
But whenever I go back my mind says yeild
No matter how hard I try to fight it, it will always be true
No matter how hard I try to stay away I'll always find my way back to you.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
i live in the country in the countryside
theres a great big field standing right outside
it has lots of animals running round so free
with lots of little birds singing in a tree
there are lots of rabbits and a badger too
with lots of little moles there are quite a few
i can watch the farmer bringing in his yeild
stacking up his hay neatly in the field
i can see all this in the country side
all i have to do is take a walk outside
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 5:32 AM UTC
crossing over the x’s
of life’s yeild signs,
wisdom paused at potholes
alarming damaging obstacles.
appreciation of a flattened heart,
restored by breathing breaths,
repaired the elements that once,
depleted healthy treads.
ignoring warnings of danger,
living in a reality of denial
has fooled my internal equilibrium.
sapience surrounded my driveway,
i looked both ways and proceeded with caution.
foolishly piloting with a naive navigation,
is not within my futuristic visualization.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Iron hearts may never yeild
If love's inquiries are revealed
But I for one, have one for all
That iron hearts can not conceal
A frigid time is where we stand
When all our foes are hand in hand
But I have seen the mountains fall
And make a home in broken lands
A life for living not complaining
While love and light are still remaining
A hope beyond the shadow wall
We fell behind when love was gaining
An iron heart will overlook
The beauty in our global nook
Among the stars we seem so small
But it truly is a glorious life afterall
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
Fragrant rhymes.
Flutter about.
Time.
Coursing through the looking glass.
Altering the it.
That was then.
Unchanging.
Mitigating.
Lines.
Into small.
Razor ridden.
Regrets.
This trial by fire.
Purges not sin.
But innocence.
Welding each mistake together to finally.
Yeild a person.
A mass.
Succumbed to the mass.
Less.
Whole.
In which there is room for little else..
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Make up is my Arsenal
Its one of the many mask a I wear.
Like a warrior going into battle I fair well.
My enemys yeild with every stroke I apply.
I wonder when will I stop this lie..
Myself self wealth, self esteem, self conscious. Selfish I am allowed to be. Allowed to grow like a **** Beauty in my eyes. In my color. In my tides. I pray to god to bring me beauty. To bring self love. Medicine to my soul so i can finally fix ever hole. Hold me in your arms. Hold my face to the mirror so I can think. Finally I am beautiful.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Yield, she said.
Before we go there.
I'll need a ring upon my hand.
I'm a classy lady.
Who above a one night stand?
Stop!
Before you move in for a kiss.
You must come to me correct.
I'm a temple.
And must be respect for this.
Wait!
I advised you of the rules.
Before I remove shoes or anything else.
A ring must be placed upon my left hand.
I'm above a one night stand.
And if you a good man.
This you would understand.
Gosh!
I whisper to myself.
Is she really worth all this trouble.
I must stop.
I must yeild.
I must wait.
Well, I guess I will marry her.
Then , I won't have to hear yield.
I might hear wait.
And maybe stop.
Then, I use all the terms back upon her.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
Give up or build up your strenghts.
Do planks and set ups also push ups.
Is it best too work out longer or shorter?
Shorter at intense, range will yeild epic results.
These are your planes work out 53 days.
Each day do 29 push ups 55 sets ups 300 pull ups.
Remix take protein supplements for hard core help.
Drink water only devotion is key in your resume.
Only thang's too focuse on are as follows.
Strenght and power calm and control your breaths.
Work out 3 to 4 mins use stop watch.
As your body, will change rapidly am a body developer skilled, at development and production of hulks.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
It begins to slip
The power I once yeild
Slips away, slips away
Soon I will lose the crown
And go down with it
With the specious belief
That I held any power in the first place
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
let your trance merge in my sadness
let your sanity dance with my wildness
let your heart beat in my chest
let your tongue utter my words
let your mind wander in my thoughts.
let my lost Soul comfort in your body.
Oh Dear yeild your lust,Let me be your Love not
beloved.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
you're trying to stay mad,
but there's a twinkle in your eye.
and that dimple on your cheek
makes it impossible to lie.
I'm trying to look tough
but my walls begin to waiver.
hide from you, I can't
and not doing so is braver.
a look, a smirk, a sigh,
open books to each other
yeild our poker faces useless
yet we pretend not to know better.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Some hear static and no more
Some hear a lion's roar
Some see an oil leak on pavement
Some see swirled caligraphy on parchment
Some see a worthless industrial junkyard
Some see a playground better than their yards
Some see a run down city street
Some see it as a great place for a band to meet
Some see a vacant, remote field
Some see a backwoods campsite to yeild
Some see scrawling on a bathroom wall
Some see the frustrated creativity 'neath it all
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Stop walking around collecting bruises, the stones you've collect are not enough to build a bridge to protect yourself.
I know It's easier to keep on hurting yourself than to get help. Because no one really understands your pain and you don't even know how to explain it.
So you keep on playing tough and giving pieces of your heart. Not knowing you were meant to Shine.
So Sit back and relax, hold His hand and enjoy the ride.
As the sun comes out and goes down every day is a new start.
Just like a little child learn to forgive and forget, fall and rise, and praise without a doubt.
Just remember not every day will yeild a beautiful sky.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
Everyone has something to say
How can I say it better
So that people don't just hear
They really listen
Its a long hard road I traverse
With potholes and stop signs
I will not yeild
I know my destination
So as I'm saying now
Full of doubt and apprehension
If I can't say it best
I'll say as best I can
Its a long hard road to travel
And people are strange
And I'm a stranger
I know my destination
And I won't say so loud
But I'll say it with conviction
I don't care if you hear
I want for you to listen
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
e r r o r
i cannot function
the mistake is grave but I will not yeild
my life's a mess before I met her
but now it's messier
and even brighter
her mind's all over the place
my heart was once trapped in a cage
now we're here, let's cut to the chase
i can't make another error of waiting for too many days
i'll give her this raging beast,
so she keeps her mind in one place
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
something about those little pills
the yeild
the thrill
they fill
they ****
a million brain cells
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
No one cares
None of them are really aware
Of this crown i wear called depression
And what i feel and how they think are two totally different perceptions
Im always down
Even when I dont notice it i am always wearing a frown
Love for me is like the hot burning sun
You cant get a good glimpse nor a touch not even one
See i thought i had the sun and tamed its fire
Cause at one point i did feel a hopeful heart warming desire
But the sun soon turned cold
And no longer with love was i so bold
I will look over my shoulder
Cover my heart with huge boulders
Before i let anyone in
I will close up what is left of myself
Before I ever again let someone destroy my mental health
I will shut down before i let anyone decide its me they wanna heal
My heart a 4 way stop with a Yeild
but cannot proceed with caution
Cause the hurt happens way too often
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
The sentences never flow the way I want them to
Much like my life never goes as planned
Just as my feelings never yeild to mind
Just as I never bow to pain
Don't stop fighting
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
We never saw this type of end
i should have slowed down and stop to yeild. what i thought was beautiful freeing breeze was only black clouds calm before my freeze. To prove ones self takes hard knocks to my brain some stilljudge to cause an insanity of my soul. Holding so still smile on my face touch me now burn your hands your face i erase and turn to coal. I know who I am now accept the real me my light my darkness turn into one or to cut your chains ill set you free. mother may i? i need no answer no validation. im able to stand alone i was my own creation. my favorite sin? not the same girl i learned from my den beautys within ive gained knowledge from my many tours. pain equals love is this so? i embrace my pain and love just a word prove your actions your words i need not know. i am intrigued by your hate but with your first look in my soul you know this den of mine is your forever fate. you long for this and your mind races what is to be, ive chained your heart to mine now i decide and will blow your soul i set you free...
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC