"yeilding" poems
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shackled to a notion
rubbing through wrists
in rusted remains
of beautifully easy
it's a slow bleed
through insults slung
in fear the unmaliciois
only noticed in hindsight
calling the innocent a *****
doesn't breed hate from love
the duke-yeilding cowardly lion
flings back like a monkey
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breaststroking a marathon in tears
wading through pain I never caused
pelted with double-barrelled denial
THIS IS NOT WEAKNESS
there is no waver on my solid ground
torn flesh and compound fractures
cannot break harder than history
still, gavel strikes
in sucker punched cracked ribs
that look like a past that ain't mine
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keep hacking off pieces
maybe I'll fit into those pretty boxes
your liars left as gifts
nasty reminders that trust has sharp teeth
maybe that's just you
biting back any hand that gets too close
pandering in placating platitudes
ain't my bag
flattery fails to flounce from unfettered friends
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can't be beat into submission
with unspoken broken rules
can't run from a truth in plain view
this is what it looks like
to believe what you know over
what you've lived
I'm not running
I'm not biting back
I'm not going anywhere
then again, why would I
I'm not the one afraid to love you
https://soundcloud.com/user-166761247/a-fourth-in-time-to-cracked-selections-of-music
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
~Christi Michaels~November 2014~
A Moment
Luscious,
******
The yearning
Yeilding to it...
Exquisite
Letting go at Last
Emraced in Passion
Then the need to
pull back
from the rawness of it all
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees
waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
I came across a chimera yesterday.
It had the legs of a beautiful egyptian *** goddess
She covered them with pants she had bought that morning
My favorite color,
Pistachio cream
She had no idea what my favorite color was,
luck should have it,
She's perfect.
Her personality had traits of every woman
I'd ever fallen in love with
Alphabetical From
Anxiety to
Brand new
Comfortable
Directionally challenged
Embarrassed when I caught her smiling
Flirtatious
Goregeous
Home schooled
Intelligent
Jealous
Kitchen working
Lavender loving
Mistake making
Neglected
Open hearted
Passionate
Queer
Religious
Self-analyzing
Takes off her wedding ring
Understanding
Venomous
Worried about everything
Xerox'd onto her
Yeilding Body.
Zodiac stamped
Like she was made especially for me.
she wasn't...
She belonged to somebody else.
~~~~~
She told me I represented the end of the world.
We saw shooting stars and the only thing we could wish was
"Please let this night last forever."
Because once we climbed down our milkcrate staircase
We had to deal with the consequences.
Our lips were so close that I could tell her breath was sweet,
like poison.
She gave me her body.
Pressed it against me like we
Were one whole creature.
I love making woman glow.
Love seeing woman cry.
Not for some sick sadistic pleasure
because ironically,
I hate lying.
When you're glowing or crying
At least you're real.
She was so...
Real...
Just like the rooftop we layed on.
The shooting stars,
The kiss.
Her begging me to hate her.
Touches and moans.
Warmth and the softness of her skin.
Now, I'm just a name
On a list of regrets
That she passes to him
In her worst nightmares.
Before her I thought I couldn't love again.
Broken to the idea of relationships.
Meaningless pleasure.
At least now
I'm broken for a different reason.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
The face she wiped
the pain she eased
the care she bore
a moment seized
a lasting image
of agony
the suffering
her sympathy
a simple act
she felt the need
to care for one
whose blood was seized
a point in time
torture's delay
yeilding a snapshot
sought today.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
one plus one gets the sum of two
the combination of us both, me and you
putting us together brings more fun and love into the mix
take a million smiles and hugs multiplied by six
minus the insecurities and self boubt both of us share
divide all the truth out of the lies to show how much we care
all the fractions of life we will convert to a whole
yeilding the highest percentage of true happiness our daily goal
when you figure the formula that makes us together....we
the love and joy will add up so that everyone can see
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
I'm taking off my watch
So take off your street shoe
I say don't worry you look perfect
She manages a thank you.
Our silence is beautiful.
In it her intentions are clear.
She leans in so close.
Whispers softly in my ear.
" I have a small secret.
You can feel my heart beat on my lips."
I want to know what it's like.
I place my fingertips on her hip.
A light smile at the touch.
Those eyes a sky of diamond stars.
Our noses meet briefly.
So close yet so far.
She says, "If you pay close attention
And close your enchanting eyes,
I can show you proof
That I'm telling no lies."
So I give in to the moment.
I can feel hair brush my face.
My hand caresses her cheek.
The skin feels like satin lace.
My breathe freezes up.
I don't what to do from here.
My stomach twists in knots.
My heart stops in fear.
Her scent is intoxicating.
I'm drowned in vanilla and lilac.
I lean in to meet.
No use in fighting back.
A spark. A fire.
Now electrified beyond the flame.
It's lust. It's passion.
I can only hope she feels the same.
Her movement flows like the river.
Powerful yet yeilding to my advance.
Then she flows away and it's over.
For what felt like forever, our lips had danced.
I see a breathless smile.
Her soft voice. "Don't leave me tonight?"
I wrap her with all the love I have.
The silence is beautiful for she is mine tonight.
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
My love, my life your a true blessing
Yeilding unto you, I surrender
Loving you has competed me totally
Only you, has made feel this way
Verses of sweet poetry, to you I write
Enfold me your arms, kiss me sweetly
My love, my life your my eternity
Your the man I've always prayed for
Love's gift God gave, when He sent you
I dream some day to become your wife
Forevermore in love, love is timeless
Each kiss, begs another, my love, my life
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
You'll never know the burn of a blade,
as I know it.
Cold and hard against my skin,
yet so soft and yeilding as it slices into my flesh.
My good friend,
where have you been for so long?
I miss your steely kisses on the inside of my arms.
Your pain infused words that
*dance
across
my
hips.*
Oh sweet love, I have missed you.
Sit next to my bed side on your throne of honor;
bathe in my blood; sip it from a goblet like wine
until we both lose consciousness from the pain...
So much better now that it is out of my heart,
and onto my skin.
Hello again, old friend.
Hello.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
I would give myself away
as I so often do.
crack a smile
shed a tear
laugh abrubtly
or sit silent
Always with my heart on my sleeve,
where I have made a spot for it.
I would give myself away.
everytime.
if the person I am yeilding to is you.
And I will not hide anymore.
So that maybe
Maybe
Maybe we will teach each other
the serenity
In loving someone who let's you keep your heart on your sleeve
So they might see it.
So loving,
just loving
might come with less questions
I cannot give you serenity,
but if it meant you might find it
for yourself
I would give myself away.
For you,
I would give myself away.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees
waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Movement
The small scurry beneath the great oak
The snout
grey
soft
furry
Probing
Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down
The wet squelch of aged moss
yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step
the fawns bumbling run
the mountain lion's deadly stalk.
Yeilding and releasing and comforting
Embracing with a soft squelch.
Water feeds the velvet plant
Nourishing,
it flows across rounded stones
bubbles beneath the majestic fern
dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger
The roots
Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth
Grasping
crawling
settling
wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight
holding
enduring
thriving
Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run
Laying a strong base for boulders to rest
Paws to trod
and blood to settle, sink, return to the
Deep rich earth.
No past
No future
Just the soft willfull passing of time.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
A scene with a face in the mind,
Missing that feeling of some kind.
Remembering words of beauty and times,
Melodies of skies and rhymes.
Dancing to capture moments of bliss,
Experiencing more than able to miss.
Affection radiating from a look,
Not admitting how much he took.
Chest and mind held down as bait,
Truths to be told from the wait.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
Oh sweet poetry, whisper to me softly
Heartfelt words, saved in verses
Sharing of deep emotions fully exposed
With your sweet nothings, written in ink
Etched upon a page, the title and all
Enchanting me, oh so romantically
Take me with your words, as I surrender
Poetic muse, guild me pen so carefully
On pages full of love and romance
Enfolded into a book of poems, to share
Talk to me softly, paint me your canvase
Reveling your each soft silken syllable
Yeilding in your poetry, Oh sweet poetry
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
*Jilted memories lagging
On a turntable
Mocking the
Somber tune
Of
Dismay
Round about
Feelings humming
About a crippled
Mind
Starring down
A
Lions den
The voices linger
In the dense air
Of no
Memory left
Of you
Abandoning
Me
Your 30's looks
Now faded into
A frame unknown
To me
The very thought
Of you
Has left my
Voice
Trembling
Obscenities my heart
Doesn't understand
Long gone on a quest
Of anger
You will never
Know
Yeilding a heavy
Heart
In regards to whom
It may
Concern
Because to you
Im but a
Stranger
You left long
Ago*
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
When did we become so deaf
To the screams of lonelyness
Why is this the path we walk
To prideful to say we've lost
When did we become unfeeling
Blind to a touch
Deaf to yeilding
Why is this the road we've paved
When did we become so hard
Rage and lust becomeing all we are
Why have we laid down these tiles
A path that holds not reconcile
Why is this the world we've made
Why is home not a safe place
Why are caght up in the lights
Why is life eaisily left behind
By;
Breannah Cross
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees
waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
wrapped in his arms
I feel only warmth
and un-yeilding
serenity
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
See her mouth gently clad
as the grasshopper hop avidly
whilst the ants swamp in anticipation
See her weigh the upsized eggs
as her fertility sparcely disappear
casting shadows to his peripheries
See the two rocks collide and form
yeilding to the uprooted dead plants
a homage of the great masturbator
Dali! take me to the planes of Emporda
at the bay of Cadaques, our beautiful Catalonia
let's escape and hide to the Alberes hills
Dali! take me to the jewel of the hidden hills
for their rotten love is a petrefaction
a parallel to our mystic crown
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC