"yourn" poems
We are mere men
A pathetic shell of our former glory
My hand will always be reaching forward
To the heavens
Hoping to glimpse a pinprick
Of Gods cleansing light
We are nothing
But shadows in an image of the divine
You werent always this human
This weak
The immortal soul inside
Looking out just beneath your icy gaze
Will always yourn for what it once held close
Forever is a long time.
Yet, they say,
to feel its endlessness
Is blissful.
..Ignorant?
Does the fragile chick long to leave the egg?
Or does it live without choice, forced by nature and instinct to carve its way to freedom?
In this way,
the deep recesses of your mind will always drive your mortal body forward.
A living machine
Gods true image
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Astonishment,
Admonishment,
Quivering lies through the eyes of arrogance doubt.
Fancy hearing the turbid tones of truth as the skies fall upon….you.
Yet you blame.
Shame for shame, playing your endless games.
Ill-guided moresence proves the downfall of all,
Your ill-fated squalor talks more than you know.
Yet your speech is mute to yourn.
Baited falter,
Caught in your own web.
I will listen to yours no longer.
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
i write my poem,
you write yourn,
you say where,
ill say when!
we have seen!
we have been!
gives a monkeys?!
not you or i..
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 4:37 AM UTC
...
Yourn purty flirt
enveloped mine cerebral's
chapter
yourn expose instigated
mine weak
mine dither
affecting this spew
From your bottom limb's attach
unto your haunch's camber's
entice
mine eyne found entertain as
morning's Spring wind winched
thine
glabrous humid tumid's
raiment
Ahhhh
vernal ardor
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC