"yuri" poems
It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.
My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual
human.
I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.
The moon increments its phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting
knife.
The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.
I slice the bread, fresh and soft. The raccoon becomes excited.
or perhaps I'm merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal.
The raccoon has taken to following me.
You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other.
The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.
Every time I brandish my cutting knife the raccoon shows me its excitement.
A rush of blood. Classic Pavlovian conditioning. I slice the bread.
And I feed myself again.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
I.
“No doubt they’ll sing in tune after the Revolution.”
-Kamarovsky, Doctor Zhivago (film)
Everyone seems to clench his fist these days
In solidarity with ephemera
While setting fire to green recycling bins
Hurling someone else’s bicycle through a window
Armed with their undergraduate degrees
The comrades liberate a coffee shop
Wifi-ing the revolution of the day
Empowerment by beating love to death
Loudsplaining authentic victimization
Posing for selfies with a stolen ‘phone
II.
Their inhumanity seemed a marvel of class-consciousness, their barbarism a model of proletarian firmness…
-Doctor Zhivago, p. 349
Everyone seems to clutch his flag these days
In solidarity with a past that wasn’t
While setting fire to misspelled cardboard signs
Hurling someone else’s beer into a crowd
Armed with their lurid Confederate tats
The Something.Right liberate a dumpster
Bull-horning the counter-revolution
Empowerment by beating love to death
Bellowing their Reconquista of stench
Posing behind their cheap gas station shades
III.
“I used to admire your poetry...I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead…”
-Strelnikov to Yuri, Doctor Zhivago (film)
Some few embrace civilization these days
In solidarity with humanity
While lighting one small candle as a votive
Whispering an Ave into the Light
Armed with wonder through pen and flute and brush
Recusants choose the liberation given
In singing of the eternal verities
Self-empowerment happily denied
With love, with poetry, music, and art
Celebrating life on this summer day
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
A marvel millions of years in the making.
Where the womb of Earth chaotically meets the surface.
Under a clear blue sky, an expanse of bliss -
But beneath gray rolling clouds, an endless enigma.
The easiest world to get lost in
is one where everything can be found.
One can only build a sand castle where the sand is wet.
But where the sand is wet, the tide comes.
Will it gently lick at your foundations until you give in?
Or will a sudden wave send you crashing down in the blink of an eye?
Either way the outcome is the same.
Yet we still build sand castles.
I stand where the foam wraps around my ankles.
Where my toes squish into the sand.
The salty air is therapeutic.
The breeze is gentle, yet powerful.
I sink my toes into the ultimate boundary line, tempted by the foamy tendrils.
Turn back, and I abandon my peace to erode at the shore.
Drift forward, and I return to Earth forevermore.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
I like Homestuck,
Donald Duck,
Ancient Greek Gaea,
APH Hetalia,
Marzia and Pewdiepie,
Random bow ties,
Doctor Who,
That colour of greenish blue,
Sherlock Holmes,
Garden gnomes,
Boy/boy ****
Sweet tea,
Left 4 dead,
Books I've read,
Minecraft,
When I laughed,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Gateau,
Ender's Game,
Notre Dame,
World War One,
World War Two,
Mouse and shrew,
Bugsy Malone,
Jam scones,
Birthday cake,
Milk shake,
Drawing art,
Taking part,
MLP,
Shopping spree,
Sleeping in,
West Berlin,
Random songs,
When bells go ****
Stars shine,
My blood line,
All my friends,
The latest trends,
Yuri much,
And such and such,
Fanfiction,
A prediction,
Doujinshis,
Marshall Lee,
RhymeZone,
My touchscreen phone,
I could go on,
But that's too long,
But my favourite is,
Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
The life of two innocent souls
circling around their destiny.
Uncovering new sensual emotions
while drawing closer with each turn.
A shy curious glance sparkles and
turns into a pair of pounding hearts.
While the first awkward kiss
blooms into a firework of desire.
Yuri is love.
Yuri is life.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
so
here we Are:
Arnold......Shortman,
Shorty......Meeks,
Mr......Meeseeks,
Ezekiel......Whitmore.
Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus,
Neo......Geo,
OG......Sour,
Sour......Diesel.
DeeDee's......Brother,
Cousin......Vinny,
Vinny's......Lover,
Brothers......Grimm.
Grim......adVentures,
Billy......Madison,
Hansel,,,,,,Gretel,
Chelsea......Grin.
Grimace,,,,,,Misery,
Mister......eBonic,
Bonny,,,,,,Clyde,
Kyle,,,,,,Kenny.
Kenny......Powers,
Powder Puff Girls,
"Girls Girls Girls",
Girls Gone Wild.
Wilee......Coyote,
Coyote......Ugly,
Ugly......Betty,
Betty......Crocker.
Doctor......Parnassus,
Doctor......Krieger,
Doctor......Horrible,
Doctor......Evil.
Evil......Knievel,
Felix......the Cat,
Captain Jack Sparrow:
"Captain......my Captain".
Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow,
"Rowrow Rowyer Boat",
Bo......Burnham,
Earnest,,,,,,Vern.
Verdict,,,,,,Votive,
deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance,
aVenging......Evey,
V,,,,,,Vendetta.
Denace......the Menace,
Crystal......Globes,
Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics:
Skeletal......Shedding.
Head,,,,,,Tail,
Sally,,,,,,Jack,
Jack......Rabbits,
Magic......Hatters.
Shattered......Glass,
Glasgow......Smile,
Guile,,,,,,Vega,
Akuma,,,,,,Ryu.
You,,,,,,Me,
Beneath......the Bleacher:
Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers,
Reapers......of Seeds.
Seeds......of Chucky,
Chuckie......Finster,
Principal......Muriel,
Yuri......Gagarin.
© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Now the hour comes at last, spending time with Yuri is a must,
Her voice so sweet and gentle, lifts my soul from the dust.
And what a softly gaze it is, which she tends to return,
Why shouldn't I adore it ?
I can't look away now, that makes my heart burn
Such as the wonders, of these dark lavender eyes, tug me into an embrace,
I understand now, that Yuri, is truly made of elegance, beauty and grace
Softly, gently the wind runs through her alluring hair, makes my poor heart race
All lies, sin, agony and majesty begin to rot, beneath these corrupted files,
What is left is the memory of such gentle smiles,
Yuri, won't you take my flame ?
I gift it to you, so you may shine
Such as the dim light within your orchid eyes, a desire came to life to make you mine
You are but an orchid, wonderful and oh so sweet,
Talking to you, would be alike a treat,
So my dearest flower of noble, delicate growth and care
Your smile alone is able to beat every nightmare.
So please my dearest, darling, my treasure, just bloom
If we're together, I am sure there won't be any gloom
~ Umi
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
*two bottles of 70cl whiskey later and a few beers, popping sleeping pills for an actual effect worked with (it's ten past five p.m., i'm already mentioning ~ eleven minutes to midnight, so wait)... you get the shovel and broom ushering the ***** drinkers from a town centre in Leicester or Norwich; or you implant a hope to live in Scandinavia; you're basically laughing with a russian at that point: 'eh eh, where's lithuania?' 'ah **** it's next to yuri reciting poetry on the laika satellite.' 'thought so.' german started from monkeys, sent one into space... slavs started with dogs... like all good people, i would too have kept the cats grounded in atmosphere; well, the oedipal riddle began with a sphinx, so i'm more than ready for the cerberus.*
i'm not going to repent for
my alcoholic metabolism,
i'll wait till you turn into ostriches
ostricizing vegans for anaemia
and bulimia and the london fashion show;
bullseye market that cares for
diaphragms and diabetes; sure the arabs
are alcohol free, but diabetic
looking into the sand dunes like looking
at dunes of sugar.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Yuri has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But she's not normally like this. She's always been quiet and polite and attentive...things like that.
Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to **** it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about her. But if I try talking to her, she'll just get mad at me again. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that she'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince her to talk to a therapist.
I've always wanted to try being better friends with Yuri, and it really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I'll make you cupcakes if I have to. Just please try to do something. As for Monika... I don't know why, but she's been really dismissive about this. It's like she just wants us to ignore it. So I'm mad at her right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HER KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
I dreamed of Yuri Gagarin straddling an atomic bomb,
I dreamed of grace and annihilation weightless and atmospheric
I dreamed of gravity as the tyranny of man
I dreamed of a view of this world from the sun, ashes in a cosmic crematorium
I dreamed of ice and fire, winter and war
I dreamed of mutually assured destruction, eyes watching the sky
I dreamed of watching from on high, all glory hallelujah and twinkling giants
I dreamed of falling back down, arms spread in unbreakable faith
I dreamed of Yuri Gagarin, alone among the stars, saint of that great abyss, smiling as he met God, and asking him in a calm and reassuring tone, where he's been all this time
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
In the distance, a blue-green light flickers.
A lone figure crosses its path– a silhouette obstructing the eerie glow.
My heart pounds. The silhouette grows. Closer Closer
I open my umbrella, casting a shadow to shield me from visibility.
But I am too late.
He steps into the streetlight. I gasp and drop my umbrella.
The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm.
Time stops.
The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering against his outstretched
arm.
The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.
Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.
Have you ever heard of a ghost feeling warmth before?
Giving up on understanding, I laugh.
Understanding is overrated.
I touch his hand. The flickering stops.
Ghosts are blue-green. My heart is amber.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
About an hour later she slipped
Yuri Andropov into the conversation:
“I have to drop off a blouse at the dry cleaners.”
Suddenly it was May Day &
I’m back in Red Square,
Dwarfed beneath larger than life
Lenin, Engels & Marx mug shots.
Inter-continental ballistic lorry loads
Roll past the reviewing stand, while
Geezer Reds in Ushanka fur hats,
****** on Stoli, reeking of borscht,
Chain-smoke cheap Soviet Belomors.
I share these thoughts, handing
Mrs. Khrushchev the car keys.
Having cowered herself in terror,
Having ducked & covered many
Burial promises & shoe-pound threats,
She gives me a tired babushka smirk.
We are conjugal Cold Warriors,
Both weary now, creeping up on 70,
Skirmishes & brinksmanship behind us.
Tolerant of each other at last;
Lukewarm détente between us.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I just want to pull
Your skin open and crawl inside of you.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are ugly,
I'll **** myself
If you don't love me
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
A tall, elegant wallflower.
Her orchid eyes tell a million tales.
An expressionless face.
A contagious smile.
She's easily flushed, and often hides away.
I love when she talks, her voice is melodic.
Her laugh causes my heart to ache.
Her small hands cradling a book.
Everything about her makes my heart pound.
The curving of her lips.
The way she blinks.
Her methodical way of thought.
I love it all.
She's a little messed up, but that's alright.
I help her as much as I can.
She's scarred, and in pain, but that's okay.
She opened up, little by little.
Making me proud, and a little flustered.
When she brandishes her knife, I feel a sense of fright.
But I know that everything will be okay.
She's timid, polite and talks quietly.
I'm patient with her, she means the world to me.
Whenever we touch, my face turns red.
But it's okay, because hers does too.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Sayori: Hey, hey, my heart's beating when i'm hanging out with you!
Why does my heart break when I hear you feel the same way too? (heh heh)
Natsuki: Just like a sundae, it's sweet every time I teach you something new. Is this by chance, or fate whenever it's just me and you? (Don't get the wrong idea!!!)
Yuri: when we touch, it'll never be enough...
Sayori: Is it way too much? If you had to choose just one of us?
Natsuki: Tell me, tell me please! Is this what I think or is it just me? Don't wake me up from this sweet little dream, where we'll be together forever, we're never gonna be apart!
Sayori: Will it be okay, if I express my love for you this way? No matter what you do or what you say, we'll be together forever, we're never gonna be apart!
Monika: We're never gonna be apart....
Yuri: Hey, hey, when i'm next to you I don't know what to do.... Why does it feel so great when our eyes meet out of the blue? (I...I'm sorry! I said too much!!)
Sayori: I really love....
Monika: The way you write even when you don't have a clue. I want to hear you say, this love that I am feeling is true!
Natsuki: Tasty love, something I want more of,
Yuri: Will it make the cut, if you had to choose just one of us?
Monika: Shall I leave you be? Is it love if I can't set you free? But even if it's not reality, let's be together forever, we're never gonna be apart!
Yuri: How can I convey, my love for you before it flies away? I think about it all day, every day!
Monika: We'll be together forever, we're never gonna be apart!
Monika: One by one they only fall apart, can it be undone? Why can't I just be the one for once?!
Sayori: We'll be together forever, we're never gonna be apart!
Monika: Maybe we'll never be together, but forever you'll be in my heart.....
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
Steve, Yuri, Pablo, Kevin, John, Roy, Bill
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
Mary, Irina, Maria, Karen, Joyce, Tasha, Jill
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
my cousin, my uncle, my grandma, my dad, me, all our dears
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
those we deem immune from our fears
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
when it's inconvenient and uncomfortable to confront others
All customers are required to wear a mask
except
when we're too busy burying our mothers and brothers
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
I walk to school with my best friend
Surprise, surprise, she's late again
She's got a club she wants me in
Don't think I've ever raised a pen
I'll consider it, sure
No fan of literature
Books with less pictures than words
Leave me a little bit bored
But hey, they promised cupcakes
So it's a chance that I'll take
Four gorgeous girls await me
Okay, I think that I'll stay
Sayori's aloof and kooky
Natsuki's sweet and cutesy
Yuri is deep and brooding
Monika's brains and beauty
There's a festival needs planning
Swear I won't leave them hanging
So many clubs to rival us
I guess it's just the five of us
Just the five of us
We can make it if we try
But each day that passes by
Is tearing pages from my mind
Just the five of us
No escaping if I tried
Though these maidens might seem kind
There's something going on behind
They looked so sad and lonely
I sold my soul for poetry
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie-Doki?
I walk to school alone again
I'm not a guy with many friends
I've got no club, I've time to spend
So I read manga and stay in
I run into Monika
Says that I should just join hers
Sounds like a club for books with words
But they need some more members
I say okay
I'll come along for just one day
But just you try and get away
When 3 gorgeous girls beg you to stay
Sa- Y oRi'S a LoOf AnD k-Oo Ky
Natsuki's a brutish cutesy
Yuri is too in to me
Monika's brains and beauty
It's almost festival time
Could say we're cutting it fine
The task may seem laborious
I wOnDeR wHeRe SaYoRi Is?
I guess it's just the four of us
Just the four of us
We can make it if we try
But each day that passes by
Is tearing pages from my mind
Just the four of us
No escaping if I tried
Though these maidens might seem kind
There's something going on behind
They looked so sad and lonely
I sold my soul for poetry
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie-Doki
Well I'm back at school again
Monika's my only friend
Monika's my everything
My beginning and my end
Wait a second... weren't there other girls-
NO.
MoNiKa'S aloof and kooky
MoNiKa'S sweet and cutesy
MoNiKa'S is deep and brooding
MoNiKa'S brains and beauty
MoNiKa sees right through me
MoNiKa'S all that you need
MoNiKa'S all that you need
MoNiKa'S aLl tHaT yOu NeEd
I'm not an ugly guy
But I can't understand why
She'd be so utterly in love she'd leave her club mates to die
Monika's obsession is ominous to be honest
Omnipotent Goddess concocting demonic sonnets
I could delete her but I never could harm Monika
So I'm trapped here forever.
Where's my harmonica?
Never thought I'd get a girl
Literally out of this world
Guess she controls the universe
Looks like it's just the two of us
Just the two of us
In this classroom in the sky
Crimes of passion are just fine
When enacted on AI
Just the two of us
Quite a drastic pick up line
Leaving characters to die
Just to guarantee you're mine
She seemed so sad and lonely
Don't think there's any hope for me
This hell is members only
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Why did I say Okie Dokie?
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
My tea is very warm.
My body pillow is very comfortable.
I want to write more poems,
But I am simply too sleepy to do so.
Yuri is still my best waifu.
I'm feeling very sleepy right now.
I should probably sleep.
Goodnight everyone.
I'll see you all in the morning.
I regret making this, [REDACTED]
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
Amanda dish
rag tell
her tag
yet her
scrumptious immortal
date bag
told of
a tree
once harbinger
of seedling
if apostrophe
a jeering
speech that
answers the
question of
a Bosnian
ax grinder
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
I'm folding origami birds
from old envelopes
with stamps from the US
as if hoping they'll fly back
there & greet my friend
& blowing bubbles in my tea
Yesterday I heard
Yuri Gagarin's voice
for the first time
& thought it strange
that such a simple
sounding man should've
been allowed into Space
rather than picking a Poet
who could've made
more of it than him
the last three letters I sent
to my friend
didn't get there
so I don't trust the Post
anymore & rely
on e-mails & phone
sometimes we don't write
or speak for months or even a year
& then when we get
back in touch
it's just like
hearing from Space
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
You are like a shadow;
One that’s passed away.
One that is long gone;
A creature of the grave.
You are like a ghost;
Belonging to another dimension;
But owning half of me;
Distracting my entirety.
You are like a spirit;
You caught my mind, my heart, my soul;
You transfixed me that day;
You snatched my love that night.
You are like a witch;
A playful, evil sorcerer;
A stubborn enchanter;
A lovely beast.
You are like the moon;
The love of the universe;
The one you once wanted to have;
The wine of your own being.
You are like the night sky;
I cannot see where you sleep;
Nor touch your edgeless bed;
Nor feel your heartbeat.
You are like the sun;
Once winter comes you’ll die;
Shining with blood and heat;
Dying of your own flesh.
You are like the breeze;
And breezes end too fast;
Stirring me up tensely;
Ending all abruptly.
You are a confusion;
I do not know what held you back.
Still I cannot see today,
though I feel you are here.
You are a depression;
Even today, that I think of you;
And the melancholy Russia;
I can see no-one else but you.
You are a chain;
A lock that holds me still;
A forgotten crush;
A tremor that brings tears.
You are a doubt;
An unfinished love story.
I wish I could write about you;
But all that existed shan’t be true.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
I love lots of things.
I love the literature club.
I love reading.
I love manga.
And i love you!
I love reading together.
I love making cupcakes with you.
The way Monika looks at you breaks my heart.
It makes me feel alone.
It makes me want you more.
It makes me miss you more.
Yuri takes you away.
But it was our time to play.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
Play with me.
PLAY WITH ME!!!
******* Monikammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Portal To Infinity
for Yuri Gargarin
respectfully
by
Jude Kyrie
*The explosion erupted like an inferno below him.
Not a naturally religious man he prayed to his maker.
Then the rush as he lifted off from the sweet earth
At the edge of the atmosphere an invisible barrier
Eons old untouched by mankind but not this day.
As he moved into orbit he saw the wonder of Mother Earth below.
The first words uttered by our species in the vacuum of space
"I see Earth! It is so beautiful!"
He witnessed the Earth for a single orbit
Over Africa the ground control shut of his engines
And he re-entered the earth’s atmosphere
With no power to slow down the craft.
He ejected above earth and parachuted to fame
As The first man in space the pioneer of space travel
When the American astronauts landed on the moon
In July 1969 the crew left a commemorative medal bearing his name
Warmth of mutual occupation and respect melted the ice of the cold war
From Russia came this special man
Thank you Yuri Gagarin*
Author Notes
On 27 March 1968, while on a routine training flight from Chkalovsky Air Base, he and flight instructor Vladimir Seryogin died in a MiG-15UTI crash near the town of Kirzhach. The bodies of Gagarin and Seryogin were cremated and the ashes were buried in the walls of the Kremlin on Red Square.
Gagarin was survived by his wife Valentina, and daughters Elena and
Galina. Elena Gagarina, Yuri's elder daughter, is an art historian who
has worked as a director-general of the Moscow Kremlin Museums since 2001.[25] His younger daughter, Galina, is department chair at Plekhanov Russian Economic University in Moscow
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC