Such seething words
Spoken ten-fold
Spat vehemently
Stuttered outragedly
Stammered despisedly
Could not
Sear as your silence does
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Such seething words
Spoken ten-fold
Spat vehemently
Stuttered outragedly
Stammered despisedly
Could not
Sear as your silence does
As his papery skin rustles at my touch
I look into his once fiery cold eyes
Now all but closed and pale
Only now I gaze upon his pallidness
Ever before he beseeched to leave him be
His feverish countenance so vivid so hungry
All I saw of his fine days to be fully lazy and sated
My slumber ever unacquainted
His sombreness and secrecy ever unquestioned
Always so cold and deep
And then asudden glowing red within
Amused yet distant
Almost afeared to be near me
Yet now here he begs afore me
Dry lips move to whisper
For just one soft light
Rejuvenating
Bite
let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb...
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbled to rustling brown bits.
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me...
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them...
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me...
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
oh querida,
I enjoyed every single post by u.
Words just not only sunk deep in, but played around
with emotions akin to the one described.
I just not read ur posts I LIVED UR POSTS.
Keep writing. WONDERFUL.
Shaktiprabha! :D
So our angel returns with heavenly words as well? :)
It is all nice to praise yet still hold back your praise-fulled poems..
let me be your admirer as well...post or direct me to your poetic posts please
" THANKS To YOU "
What happened here?
What? well.
No reason to get...
No! no, I don’t want to know!
What about ME?
Some attention?
What please?!?
No, now!!!
I mean it’s not like,
Well ok.
Busy
But it’s not like,
Uhhh, yeah:
Tired
like ME!
But not so same
But aren’t I your one and only
Plus two (but yeah they don’t count)
I so KNOW...
Ugh I feel SO tired
Sooooo sick
So like
Nah-uh I feel worse.
well ME too
Well not TOO
Just ME, but you were
Well I was
busIER
TIREDEST...
No rest at all...
No time for ME...
Exactly like:
But well little less
So I feel
Just bad but less
Than
YOU...
Yes.
but
well
So SHOULD i?
I mean...
can i?
No???
What me?
no, no, it’s nothing.
really....
Really???
But yeah i know that
But YOU
It's
Ok?
Sorry? Why sorry?
Uh yeah sure...
Thanks?
Just for that?
Well:
Really THANKS from
YOUR ONE and ONLY
I so KNOW...
Yeah yeah and those two...
.
.
.
NOT!
:)
Queri....keep going....!! Love yr posts n the ones in the Hub mag.. :D :D
hi querida,
My poems are mostly in tamizh. I do occasionally TRY to scribble some thoughts in poetic english.
If someday its as worthy as urs, I WOULD DIRECT it to U.
Good going. Plese keep writing.
I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours...as your only own...
I yearn...
for ours.
Everloving I:
beg among the multitude,
but you are darkness' fair,
to give but kingly precious few...
an essence of alms to sustain the pleader more.
No other would befall this curse of me:
no other would want me wholly,
yet you who desired no thing of me,
live with the all of me without me ever there.
In my wounded soul:
I have placed you piercing deep,
yet still you wander...
still my heart do reap.
I wait upon the day:
where your hand will clasp your indebted one,
and ask of why no so closeness?
I will breathe the very air:
that you will move to form,
the words of change.
And there I will:
part my lips,
to sigh...
to seal.
but cry with my soul
returned,
to hate to love you:
and still why I will ever
yearn.
[stop]
so there we are
and here we are walking
yes yes i remember we were talking about the ships, the water, the scenery, oh my God i can't believe he caught that!
[pause] [back] [back] [forward] [back] [pause]
there we are
and here we are
sometimes i remember what the voices once said
wait i believe he...
[pause] [back] [pause] [back]
there are
and here are
once i thought i knew what sounds were like
wait that him...
[stop]
there
here
i
he
[play]
i know that look!
i know every word, that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why of so many do share the same]
that little jump, the little brow crinkled,
the little voice inside echoes: 'why are you this way?'
i know those words!
i see every word before, it is spoken,
it lies within your mind.
and spills forth from confidence reassured,
[why of so many do share the same]
that little quirky smile, the little fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: "you're not like the others"
i know that very thought!
i hear it before, it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul.
and struggles to come forth,
[why of so many do share the same]
that little contemplation, the little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: "why do you not belong?"
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see...
that i cannot help,
but be me.
is there ever
a day that goes by
that tears do not fall from the burdened eye?
A stony front
stubbornly tries
to seal its bleeding cracks.
no words are heard, or so pretence vainly suggests.
those pronounced: spat like bitter darts...
visuals all selectively vindictive:
geniusly taint.
needling silence blinds struggling reason,
irritating the very
welling,
burning,
searing,
pit of wrathful fire.
ahem just for fun... :smile2:
somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.
somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.
there's no con-trol...
going men-tal.
truth stings and deeply bites
souls on fire
enlighten spite.
search no rea-son...
out of reach but plea-sing.
somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.
a shallow feeling ferments
sight a contemptous slit
smileless lines align to enclose
a sharply curling serpent worm.
You know what would be good right now?
an end.
Yeah an end.
so i have to never
contemplate all the misery spent
on thinking how much longer?
how much longer?
wrong assumptions, vicious insinuations, unfair comparisons, vile insults, biased sidings....
anything to calm
the bale-ful twisten
victors.
until finally someone admits
the foundation's breaking.
I must be buried alive
fully rotting already
feed upon the very hate that
seeps from my inescapable trap.
the listening ear
does sometimes wish
that its lips did not advise so well.
rough dullish vessals
live to keep
much hidden well.
stones lay in strewn in one's path
so that through trips
one will know how to fall
a little more well.
hope and nectared dreams
stay and seem to
keep all going quite well.
a selfish heart always
will wish its tears
were not such an endless well.
help me please.
i would like to be lost.
don't let me leave
i just might want to see.
find me please.
i keep meandering
just so you would.
live for me
i want to remember
dying again.
dream for me please
if i wake i'm afraid
i will live.
speak my words for me
i do not want to say
what i want to.
smile for me please
i do not want the
tears to stop.
continue with me.
if i lead
i will wish
to keep me
in you.
there is a break in the circle.
going...
there is a break in the circle.
finding...
there is break in the circle.
turning...
there is break in the circle.
following...
there is a break in the circle.
leaving...
there is a break in the circle.
turning...
there is a break in the circle.
going...
wretched troll
with your slimy scroll
why must you tell me
all that
i must never know?
meticulously written my cursed fall
your flickering tongue my rueful name repeatedly calls
why must you speak of
all that
I must deny to know?
gleefully my heart you continue grasping
your vile words in my ear stay rasping
why must you sing of
all that
i must fight to know?
trampling my very grave you twirl and dance
ramming dirt into breaths of chance
why must you prophetize
all that
i must die to know?
simply beautiful! :thumbsup: queri, keep going....!Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
Oh Icarus!
Let me burn
let me burst the sky
Touching that valiant sun
floundering i drown upon these wetly wings
i dream of scarring wax
while you disappear into light
the sun ignites your soul
while the moon embitters me with her dance of waves
destiny lifted you higher
cowardice tempted me low
you are nothing more
I am with too much
let us cross
so that I may sink in sun
while you swim
at times when i forgo my need of hapiness,
i am ushered unknown into a knowledge fully blessed...
that i have two friends who freely come and go as my foes,
for i know that these two love me with all their hearts and hate only what i fail to learn and know.
their guidance strong,
my freedom entrusted.
their love unconditional,
my oppurtunities made unlimited.
their depthless understanding and efforts,
to the follies and foolishness,
that i have met.
their ever-reaching dreams,
that reach my heart but not realization.
brought up in perfection
but caught up in illusion.
forgive and forget.
such empty words...
(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and taint,
what beats filthy...)
take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes...
why not a sip?
forget to forgive.
such festering words...
better left to stain
searing through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.
words allude me...
running blindly,
unlike similies,
unread metaphors,
all escape me.
to exist still more,
in my fitful thoughts.
really i mean it:
this is what i have done.
this is what i have always meant.
this is what i will always know.
this is what you will always see.
really that's all there is,
only i wish it were true.
i must find myself..
within the very mazes,
of your past tense.
whatever was remembered ago.
i must find myself...
where i did exist.
where i wondered and whispered:
think of me.
i am no stranger.
i knew you...
is that not enough
to find where i never was
until now...
hey your poetry is simply mind blowing :D hope you like a poem of mine
MISERY
I look around to find a friend all that I see are a thousand corpses
I yearn to hold a hand pulsating with warmth all that I see is my own decayed to the bone
I look upto the skies hoping to be overwhelmed by a blue so beautiful
The sky has darkened and threatens to erupt like a long dormant volcano
And then the rains lash out, I seek protection but refuge is nowhere in sight.
Despair, agony and fear vie for supremacy; to feel so alone
This I fear is my vision of universal misery
Really? Thank you! :D i hope you're not just saying that for politeness sake :)
I really like the deep feelings you have conveyed in your poem and the way you through description, you intensify the miserable tone of the poem.
I can only say it reads more like a narrative than a poem...
it's like you enmesh the intense parts within explanation
do you understand what i mean? But of course is just a matter of rearranging your great creative ideas to flow more. :D As you could see i have the very same issue that i push myself to work at each time i write.
no honestly ur poems are awesome and i totally identify with what your saying, it is more like a narative because it is all that my heart wishes to say.thank you for enjoying the poem coz i was not sure if it was any good :D
A name
creates...
what has
been
let go.
stealing peace.
demanding an identity
that has yet to grow...
yet to feel the very curvatures
of its letters
writ in its
birth-flesh being.
Dear Destiny,
thou art but a mistress,
mover of a mere mortal will,
that yet shapes all that you usurp.
let it be..
it is not fate.
i find it not in the stars.
it is only...
your reason that rules over a life.
it struggles still..
towards the Light...
that does not exist.
journey to the innocence
of a budding's tired cry
music to the ear
that softly forgets
what fate it has set forth
what death will take
because he has more heart
than that which moves to see
what pleasure more, stays now distracted
upon those who gaze
on all that is yet to be known
clouding what is known
and does not live
in our lives
if not named
hey i really like ur poem on identitity and i agree with u, it takes so much just as it provides.sometimes i think identities are a burden for they limit us
:D Shambhavi..thank you so much!...you have truly made my day :D ...this is what i crave each and everytime i submit a work...it's not finished,polished,nuggets of gold i put down but work that stands upon shaky green legs...I love that you take the effort to comment..to not just read and feel...but tell me what you do feel!
Whatever it is where a poem did connect and then didn't work the rest of the way, the way a poem is not working at all, you can even ask what the hell i even meant by what i wrote if it doesn't make sense...I want to know if everyone sees this as i understand it...or is it seen as just a creative attempt of linking *catchy* words together?
:!: Please I ask of any hubber who if they do read whatever i write to comment and help me improve and become as good as you all are.
Flowers in a garden are of infinite variety, so many colours , so many scents. So different in shape & structure. Blossoming at various hours, seasons.And each one unique & special. One can never be compared to another in excellence. Neither can imitate or strive to be like another! In this garden of roses, jasmines, tulips, lotuses, sunflowers, daisies & bougainvilla let each one flourish in its own way making merry the hearts around!
as i peer into the well of despair seeking answers when none seem to be there,
dark limpid pools entrap my soul questioning ,mocking the measure of my identity.
hey nice one! I really appreciate that you can capture something deep in only two lines :D
and here you go trying to deceive everyone you ain't good at this stuff :P
thanks, honestly your poem was an inspiration u write bloody good stuff :D sorry for the language :P
glass tears
they may spill
but only to slip
slivers into the idol
which has scorned the very tears
that melt for no thing
but that which holds shards of my foolish hope
you know
very well
all that i mind
and yet you ask
incredulous
as i continue
to lie
that which you know
will never be true
my conscience
catches more than my
guilty breath,
as it continues to smoke
unerring mirrors,
i accept all that is reflected
with open mind,
and see all that can be
with my slitted heart,
i feel all that never was
and perspire shame.
chocolates,
proffering of her single kindness
with an open heart
she gives away and taunts me still
that is all she has brought
she who has made my son smile
that is may be the happiest moment of his life
is the saddest realization of mine
i do not want them all laid in a row
when have i ever walked down such a perfect path
they must be fingered and bit and tasted and tossed
and smashed as whatall sweetness has been for me
i take one and another
and pry the very ones from his little hand
i take and take and relish the tears which he should cry
for the mother who could not give him such treat
he cries out loud in disbelief
to have what was wrenched away by me
when he has given and given and given
all that was never supposed to be taken from him
that my child is too a chocolate
devoured hungrily by me
fearing that this one too like all the rest of mine
will be snatched and eaten by time
and fate hands that freely offer sweet hope
that lasts only till my salty tears fill my mouth
and remind me to thank her for the box
Q : hv you submitted any of these gems to the Poetry society? You should! I submitted one miserable one of mine and they accepted that! :lol:
Hey NM let me see what the poetry society deemed (no matter what you say :P ) worthy enough to be published...please? :D
your avatar by any chance isn't a bouquet?...reminds of the one my mom had for her thrice-knot-tying :wink: :)