Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"zoetic" poems
A Moon Infused By Blue Hue Zoetic... Poetic... DLR 31/07/15
0
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
Blue Moon
*Odium above all odiums, I have militancy of you now For I own isochronism; A vigor grim dispute; not now Your slaying too vile Uncouth by demands Which was the admonition I had previously Whod've known I'd command Garble after garble, I'm Dexterrized where I stand Dun and gnaw your way out, go on The un-zoetic soon will spawn Out with gyp of hints that dwindle Furbishing these tinges; out the window of innuendos*
0
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 5:04 PM UTC
Bedevil; No Way Out
As I brushed off The six week old dust Off the mirror the other day, I was happily taken aback to see Myself a tad bit prettier, after weeks. Funnily enough, I had made The mistake of believing my Reflection to be me. Introspection's a better mirror, I reflected. Why does one look into the mirror everyday? To remind himself how, or rather who he is? That opaque shard of glass Could never encompass The zoetic surge of thoughts That have gushed forth from me Since the time I have existed. I'm sure, the mirror pities It's own lack of identity. Manipulated by reflections Of a myriad kind, The mirror manipulates us thus, Mirroring us and itself In another way. They thought this opaque shard of glass Could contain the infinitude within us. It has only mirrored the illusions We projected each time we looked into it. I am only distanced from myself Each time I seek to find myself In that stagnant pool of perceptions.
0
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Stagnant Reflections
You are my spring, Warm and breezy. In your sunny insouciance, I am pacified, Calmed. You are my lover, Hot and knowing. In your embrace, I am exalted, Zoetic. You are my god, Transcendental and virtuous. In your divinity, I am lustrated, Awakened. You are my Toulouse, Beautiful and attentive. In your heart, I am home, Serendipitous.
0
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
All you are
An aching agonizing anguish Breathlessly breaks bonds Coldly constantly cracks Dread's distant deathlike deeds Eerily everlastingly endlessly Float flying frostily Growing greedy Hauntingly horrific Immensely insane Just joylessly jailed Killing kindlessness Lying lovelessly losing life Missing my misfit mourning mind Now nowhere near new naturality Over old objects or obsessions Priceless piercing pain Quiet quarrels Rusting rage restless reaped rationalizations Silent scary severed soul's sorrowful secrets sink sadly sighing softly Tasteless tears torn trust Unknown unloved unforgiving Veiled vying vacant vengeance Worse wild wordless wispy white worried winding whispers Xenomorphic Yesterdays Zero zoetic zest Please comment I love to read other people's interpretations of my work :)
0
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Alphabetical alliteral aching
Self: Hello? Is there anyone around me? Can you hear it in my voice? I am calling Calling for a lasting heart Is it you? Are you my hope? Are you the one who'll set me free? Or are you here to lock me up? Inner self: What are you? Can you answer me? My vision has gone so dark I can't see who you are Where am I now? Can you see this shining light? Can you hear me now? I am shouting on high! Both: See the colours flow The ocean waves Hear the trees breath And the animals play See the sunlight shine The moonlight glow The wind blow And the river flow Self: Who am I? In the darkest night Flying high til the morning light Inner Self: Who am I? In the light of day Eager to bask In the yonder bay Both: Who are we? In the days to come Holy and complete We bless all unique See the sound Hear this call We call to all The beauty abound Self: I walk in the shadows Seeing which others hide Feeling the darkness That you all run from Inner Self: I walk in the light I see the fakeness The plays people put on The webs of lies people speak Both: We see truth We see lies We see all We see divine We see the laughter We see the torment We see beauty We see destruction Longing for the one Who has been caged Begging for it to come Back to grace on high
0
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
Zoetic Sound
Again I falter For the arrow Who would remain so and break (hearts) Than bend or curve The contours of her body Sharp, so sharp Her hair bleeds And her voice and her eyes and her heart So sweet I ache for her again Though I know 'Tis in vain For the woman who loves the arrow ends up split in twain.
0
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Zoetic Thoughts
*Her breath was    poetically zoetic,      so ethereal ~         she could fly*
0
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Zoetic (10W)
Armies bring certain doom. Everlasting fear growing however, in justice knights lead. Men now openly plea questions, regarding situations that Under vicious wars "xenogenous" you're zoetic...
0
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Behind the Castle
God, why does nothing make me feel alive anymore- I’ve nothing to wile me into contentment- The way existence seemed so zoetic as I’ve chased after lovers through a garden of futility I just wish I could trick myself into happiness.. even if it were temporary.. even if it would destroy me.... Because everyday I rediscover living is so dark and so cold and ever so lonely
0
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
I Wish I Could Feel Alive
the baby shower was tomorrow the beers were packed, I was off to LA and the contingency was dancing with some kind of ecstatic zoetic energy, In an hour time I will be at UCLA Bruin territory possibly drunk possibly stumbling picking up a friend, cheers, to be in Los Angeles again the timing was rite, the reunion was perfect. -Shane Book
0
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
UCLA
It's true that fresh air is good for the body, And singing is good for the soul. Dancing is the exercise of one's strength, And learning will help us grow. This is our body, This is our part, Why should we give it up? Breathe, sing, dance, learn, Give the world our all, And take nothing less than that.
0
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Zoetic
You shower me dripping, drenched in dewy jewels of Your heart My Ruby Love with sapphire complexion The embossed gold hem of my sari swirls ecstatic feet dance zoetic voluminous sufi circles around the greatest treasure we can ever imagine Near the lake of my rippling, silver tongued mind You play Your enchanting flute So that all I see is Your alluring Eternal Reflection throbbing in crystal clear depths of Self
0
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Krishna My Valentine
what i love about poetry poetry doesn't talk or converse it yells, screams simmers, caresses electrifies, vivifies soars, carries, raps pampers, wraps dreams, dances laments, soothes embraces, catapoults the truth, the zoetic gold of the heart even if tainted, alloyed, buried, misshapen, domesticated, melted, newly formed the gold, if you dare read it, if you dare wear it unveils the 24 karat jewelry of the human heart
0
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
24 karat
Once I was zoetic,   and words became life But now I am dead, —and death becomes me (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
0
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Death Becomes Me
If I undress myself …. You’ll see the ugly too, I’m not willing to risk it. zoetic is the slashes against my back until the age of seventeen, i think zoetics are the beautiful dressings that hold us capture us, in fear of running off into something so beautifully damaged people might -pay more attention to the clown than the performance. this all just feels like a lifetime re-run featuring ground-hog day, can you fix four valves strategically caged? I am Ground-hog day and you ... an oblivious extra fumbling to remember ONE line. surgery beyond your comprehension I may never meet the sensation of flying, what right did i have to be set apart from the world an evolving theory that grows only in fondness and size of it's essence, only air , unparalleled you dare not have a speck of shame you, look in the mirror if you'd like but careful not to interfere with his creation, its is a matter of time before I'm left like ... adam and eve... floating. ironically comforting as he settles at my bedside to the next best, truth. He will always be the next best compared to divinity, comforted in my pain with a promise impossible to break compliments of fragile trust. I will never know what it is like to fall that’s reason enough for me.
0
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
If you undress me