"yellowest" poems
Laburnum drooped its yellowest
Dull before me, sadly displayed
Benevolence turned jaundice, yellowish
Jealousy's desire, flowering sprites made
Yellow-eyed-monsters, distrust, umbrage
His look, laburnum, fallen eaves
Sun captured smote, yellow-eyed
Uttering to himself, "Mine," and "Me"
He went on as such, yes, fellow cried
What I saw, coveting, all yellow-eyed
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Tiger Lily,
Glowing bright
Soft velvety petals
Swaying violently
Against the storm
Swirling winds
Entangle her soul
Struggles to be free
Its wrath subsides
And the flower stands tall
Tiger Lily
Brightest of them all
Wearing the yellowest of bonnets
The greenest of gowns
She curtsies up and down
And turns to the sun
Petals tainted wild gold
Amongst murky swamps
Tiger Lily
Shining ever so bright
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I'm getting into that rut again
the same one as before
Day after day of nothing
The empty hallways full of people
One second of laughter
And then blank...
Even thinking about the wrong memories, colours me
a deep shade of melancholy blue
A strict routine of self loathing
has done me no good
And that most yellowest of adventures is over
that glint of sun I almost reached has been worse than lost
Tossed away under tidal waves of midnight ocean in a dusty glass sphere
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
The hair falls, blonde and long:
A cherished doll. Birdsong
Echoes through the dale, as
Twilight casts its gaze and vixens wail.
Sparks driven out as spikes driven in
Places gone, things untold; people she's been.
An openness: the silky vapour
Evaporates, yet cannot escape her
Cocoa eyes, wide as the day they met.
He sees her yet. He hears her yet.
Though she says no words, casts a glance
Over her shoulder, flying askance
Ringlets quiver in the breeze,
Yet in the shadow of the trees,
No man appears. And yet she hears
A pheasant's cry: the yellowest canary
Its song a desperate scream, contrary
Muntjacs dance with target tails,
But the ***** ever hidden, wails.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
You are the yellowest sunflower
The shine you bring
Will not **** pairs of eyes
Unlike any other
You glow in the night
Yellow under the blinking diamonds
Orange when the fiery ball goes down
An actual beauty
That is what you are
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
She sways in the wind like blooming trees
with flowers of white and leaves of green.
Her hair is more golden than the yellowest bees
the most beautiful thing to have ever been seen.
We held hands in the dark of the night
And bodies when the day turned light
my mind and soul wander without her.
With lips softer than babies skin
and eyes bluer than the oceans waves.
Her shoulder was colder than frozen tin
we searched ourselves deeper than caves.
I lost her in the springtime air
one more brush with her skin so fair
my mind and soul wander without her.
She turned her back on what we knew
and turned her face a whole new way.
She twisted her mind, threw herself askew
leaving without words to say.
She tossed love on the curb to wilt
grinding what was left to silt
my mind and soul wander without her.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
There was a man of pilgrim's might
Whose feet would hound with real respite
His head hung low, but thoughts gave flight
To smiles he flashed out through the night
And on he came to seeped well
And burned with petal thirsting smell
He cupped his hand to pool to tell
Of washed brows in walking hell
And then he saw a girl with hair
Of yellowest sunlight's bounty share
And told his heart its meal is there
The meadow grasseed blew nowhere
She cooled his brow with gentle hand
She ushered back the gourd's demand
And though the dirt gave way to land
No borders had her goodness banned
He woke beneath the willow tree
In cradle of arms' ecstasy
And she joined him to join the free
With daffodils afore their glee
Yet still they walk, but tell me this,
What is the road, but wartime bliss?
What is the sea without the hiss
Of beauty's scent and midnight's kiss?
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
The Marlboro Man,
And I, had a plan:
To ***** out desire,
With a flick of the hand.
The squarest of jaws
(And the yellowest teeth!)
And no one would see,
What lie just beneath.
Yeah, I miss that old man,
With his interstate stare,
He taught me to weather (whether?)
This life...without even a care.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
I bury letters like dead bodies
Beneath the trees I could never climb
About how endless jokes can mask the most depressed
The insecure are best dressed
And schizophrenic genes in youth suppress
My very own shadow whispers eventual death
I bury letters like dead bodies
One day when the glass bottles are dry
In the yellowest sun
I'll dig up my old letters for fun
With words pointing at victims like a loaded gun
Young paper and ink left there for one
I bury letters like dead bodies
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers
The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for
I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things
When the world is in the process of destruction
And the economy is constantly in inflation
It could’ve paid for a lot of things—
A nice meal or even AirPods
It was until I got a girl of my own
Smiling like she’s the sun
Walking around and tugging me along
I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet
Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai
Or a giant teddy bear—Yes!
A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash
Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things
Hold onto them as they slowly wilt
I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth
It could’ve been an animal or a plant
Shiny gems or a worm
But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds
The purplest shade nature can make
The pinkest rose
The yellowest sunflower
I’m not even one to write a poem either
But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics
plucking pretty things from Earth
Despite inflation and pragmatism
I guess it says a lot about us humans
Sentimental *****
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
He crammed it all
into her mouth
bad execution
he
somehow twisted his head
she
swallowed
the
entire sum
they were quite pleased
with the outcome
though the fun
who took it
was quite
the
yellowest
of
blonde's
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC