Best Coexisting Poems
Daydreaming of you is all I seem to do.
Staring at your picture on my computer screen, wishing you were here staring back at me.
Your my computer love, my secret crush.
Leaving me in an intoxicating lush, your body I desperately lust.
If I can get to you through my computer screen, I will be able to show you exactly what I mean.
Long days and long nights of communication with you, helps me fantasize and make my dreams truer.
Love scenes play in my head, love scenes upon a fluffy feather bed.
I am dressed in all white, as if this was our wedding night.
You shirtless and touching me just right.
Delicate biting invited sweet kisses.
Deep staring makes my eyes glisten, and vigilant in guarding a possession.
As the intermittent gleams sparkling, makes the moon and the stars jealous.
I shine my twinkling smile; the thoughts of you are so worthwhile.
So in love with your artistic style, I am leaving your picture as my computer background.
Being your virtual girl, I want to exist in your world.
Hypothetically speaking simply coexisting, sadly admitting we are only acquaintance.
Forever my computer love fantasy boy toy, I deploy.
Fore dreams are all I have of you, in reality I could never have you.
I just cannot seem to delete my computer files of you so…
Until the day we really make love, you shall remain my computer love.
While we stay silent
The fight is going on.
In Chicago, Los Angeles, New York
The West Indies
And the Lebanon
All over the world
There is a tale to tell
Of some living in paradise
Whilst others live in hell.
Its not a random stumble
Nor a twist of faith,But a master plan.
By those who seek power
Over those who plod along
Its not an illusion, but what is felt
When we are blessed with riches
But cannot share the wealth
But what is ego without a plan?
What is salvation,
when we fail to understand?
Reparation of the soul is a must
If its redemption we seek
And god we trust
When reality rears its ugly head
When babies are born
And cannot be fed
When wars are started
And nothing is said
About the wounded, paralysed and the dead
Mothers lie down and plea.
Gun powder crying out in the atmospher,.
Tormenting my ear.
Some even bow down on bent knees.
They feel the pain and ask for mercy.
In the anguish and suffering , they bite the dust.
The TV the object
Perpetuating the fact
That humanity has taken a detour
On a roundabout
When we fail to act.
From the lack of knowledge
We fail to see
That when we are united
We end depravity.
To grow and prosper, in pastures green
That what was hidden is now seen
The truth for what it is.
When we exist, and fail to live.
When they are taking, and cannot give.
Of time and thinking.
Of mutual living, coexisting.
With love and hope
Not based off trickery and false hope.
No, my friend,
we are neither pure good nor pure evil
but
we are both good and evil!
Look
at all these pairs of opposite forces bellow:
hope and fear
courage and cowardice
success and failure
pleasure and suffering
happiness and unhappiness
knowledge and ignorance
virtue and vice
love and hate
They
are all coexisting in one's soul in perfect harmony
till
the moment we are called upon a decision to take
then
a vicious war of domination begins between the opponents
that
usually, lasts a lifetime
and
pending who the winner of this conflict is,
we, my beloved friend, become one or
the other! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor by their continuous support! God bless you!
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Sex,sweat and perfume
Still consume this room
The sheets washed a thousand times
Yet laced with our swansong
I lay on pillows new
But just like morning dew
As droplets of us are evaporating
I'm left...with all the aromas...and envisage what they bring
But there's nothing left to anticipate
A swansong heard now on death we await
To feel your lips upon mine one last time
Delicately parted by my tongue
My muse...my Alice Prin
Who brings forth unadulterated sin!
For the amount of canvases who have felt my strokes some may deem me amateur
Yet through constant connective awareness,readdressing and adjusting minute details
I have intensified my masterstroke so i fill the canvas and it swells to produce
Cream of the Crop
They said love conquers all
To believe that are you a fool?
To be questioned on passion, lust and love coexisting?
A question only asked by those still searching!!
For I won't settle for anything less
X
The heavens, speckled with small dots of light
Sometimes shooting as they pass through the night
Many pin pricks scattered throughout the sky
Allows spent prowess to pound way up high
I delight in the show of sparkling stars
All blasts a form shining beyond, so far
Master of the lights is the humble moon
Covers its fair share of beams like a tune
Harmony, the light of the sky exists
Coexisting with a warmth that’s betwixt
Once the sky is clear, twinkling pebbles rock
A glow so perfect, there’s never a block
The warmth of the sky comes down to the Earth
Beauty and fondness illustrates the birth…
Of the speckled tiny dotted heaven
The greatest of numbers, number seven
Fathered the smiles off of people’s faces
The light arrives and then blesses with grace
The moon escapes, brings with it all its light
Stars all align with randomness tonight
Russell Sivey
Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing adultery.
You start to deprecate expressing the hate, your disapproval begins to belittle.
Me saying sorry holds no weight.
Abomination arousing your feelings of disgust leaves my head hung.
Pulling triggers on a gun, decapitation from hurting your feelings.
I pray for forgiveness, I start to feel demented.
Love turns to mental illness; I diminish.
Do not walk away, please just listen when I told you I love you, I meant it.
If you can have mercy on me it will be a blessing.
A disposition to forgive, I promise to never do it again.
I cannot lose you; you are my collagen the protein that feeds my bones.
If you could love me once, we shall overcome.
If you can look me in my eyes and tell me your love for me has died, I will regretfully stand a side.
My cheating heart slowly withers apart.
Love that was once pure and true has now became nonexistence, since the moment I betrayed you.
You started your modifications as your emotions start the process of changing.
I watch you turn into a mutant because of my cheating.
I know there is nothing I can say to comfort you.
Your heart is hurting just as much as mines do.
As I watch your heart tear apart, both of our heart beats stop.
Devitalize as we weaken the consistency of our relations.
We both became a cheating heart descended inheriting emotional characteristics.
Our hearts dying slowly, while pretending to be living simply coexisting.
How steep is the slope in front of you
that you see it practically impossible to climb?
How wide is this Ocean
which seem insane to cross over?
Brace up, put your mind together
and just imagine the snow falls in June
and Flowers grow black petals.
Imagine Togo experiences Winter
and Red + Yellow gives white.
Imagine a huge Maize Tree
and a tuber of fresh green Apples.
Imagine Pigs with long wings
and a flock of Goats happily swimming.
Imagine standing under the rain
and not getting wet
Imagine hair grows on the palm
and a Cow walking on its Horn
Imagine February having 31 days
and December, just 28.
Imagine cartoon characters becoming real
and rolling 13 in two 6-sided dice.
Imagine the birth of a fluent German speaking Newborn
to an Arab Mum
after just 10 weeks of gestation.
And a 100km bridge, built with rubber
Imagine an innocent virgin
becoming pregnant with Triplets.
who created the new lives through the internet.
Imagine a Man, getting younger with age
and the cat and mouse peacefully coexisting.
Imagine fire, drying out water when they meet
and pepper becoming sweet while glucose becoming bitter.
Imagine the scent of a perfume smelling from a picture
and a Chest X-ray photo showing the intent of the Heart.
Imagine the best newscaster
as a bad stammerer
and the fastest runner
without Limbs.
Imagine the blind from birth
who's able to differentiate between Colours
and a retrograde existence
where Life starts after Death.
Imagine a Dog as the Master
and man as its pet
or a Camel,
passing through the eye of a needle.
Though impossible,
all can be pictured in the mind
which is the starting point of actualizing all forms of reality.
Since 'never' never exists
and St. Never's day isn't imaginable
your huddle then becomes a mere challenge
and in no time, you'll be at the top of the cliff
as you look down, smile and say
"Difficulty isn't impossibility"
Submerged in intense emotions he keeps n a v i g a t i n g into the deluge…
It was him who moved forward into the overwhelming ocean,
he reacted out of determination when he set out to do what was right-
O v e r f l o w i n g with remarkable demonstration, full of emotion,
Noah built an ark and faced a storm for FORTY days and FORTY nights.
Two by two animals and family, God had told him to carry in his ark,
a storm so s t r o n g brewing but Noah was raised to be righteous-
Day upon day and unable to navigate it was so spate and dark,
but this PATRIARCH was full of persistence and was bravely courageous.
Waters e n g u l f e d the land so steep the mountains were covered,
a storm so furious killing all living creatures still left on earth-
As Noah looked into the raging sky he knew the bluster had hovered,
but deep down understood this TEMPEST would bring novel re-birth.
In inundation the deluge immersed and the ark kept r e s i s t i n g,
cattle and stock fearing the gushes of water profusely pouring inside-
They were not used to being with other species and coexisting,
but the flood was so a t r o c i o u s they had nowhere to run and hide.
After the s u r g e s cleared and daybreak arose with hues so pleasant,
the ark pulled up to the shore but there was nothing left to seek-
The livestock and humanity walked off quite wet and EXTREMELY hesitant,
just then a white dove flew in with a God sent olive branch in his beak.
Submerged in intense emotions the d e l u g e navigated
him into fresh pastures.
A Deluge Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Date Written: August 31, 2016
I Stand Here- 'The Infinite Now'
I stand here silent within that vastness of mind
Awareness thru consciousness fleshly combined
Experiencing of emptiness with stillness aligned
Time and space with illusions eternally designed
Realities in constructing the Matrix surrounding
Third-density mirroring constructs compounding
Thoughts roaming thru naked echoes sounding
Words upon silence forever soporifically bounding
Past present future coexisting in realms synchronic
Vortexes of love thru hearts with speeds subsonic
Infinite now expanding thru virtual voids embryonic
Standing still digitally amidst secretions euphonic.
This poem is also a [B.R.]...backward reversible
Mind of vastness that within silent here stand I
Combined fleshly consciousness thru awareness
Aligned stillness with emptiness of experiencing
Designed eternally illusions with space and time
Surrounding Matrix the constructing in realities
Compounding constructs mirroring third-density
Sounding echoes naked thru roaming thoughts
Bounding soporifically forever silence upon words
Synchronic realms in coexisting future present past
Subsonic speeds with hearts thru love of vortexes
Embryonic voids virtual thru expanding now infinite
Euphonic secretions amidst digitally still standing.
Oct.13.2018
I Stand Here Poetry
Sponsored by: craig cornish
N/A for contest
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
Grab my pen for some strange and let loose,
Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths,
Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves,
Improving thought producing sparks,
Hidden but released from the heart,
Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness,
Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess.
Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning,
living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why?
Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream?
Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms?
Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals,
The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I?
Is this all an illusion flying by and gone?
I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth!
Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots,
I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms,
From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them,
Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome?
Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome,
Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow,
Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing,
This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge,
Stiching my self back together,
Im not saying you have a better life,
Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers,
Dirt occurs to be a top player,
Important to understand the language of the world,
At a later date we may make it,
Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind,
What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail,
Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.8.2016
I’ve failed you
More than once
Should I continue to disappoint
I surely won’t be the one you anoint
Your annoyance escalates to anger
Failing to change I risk being a stranger
I feel your heat on the morrow
And return in kind with such sorrow
Can you forgive, again, and again
And forever
A higher love nestled in your grace
Yet of it, I see no trace
Forgiveness is the fount of your stunning allure
Your compassion exceeds any love I’ve known before
Because of it, we survive
Coexisting, your anger and your love
Having purity exceeding that of the white dove
Your warmth is getting hot
From you to me
Love me,
In the woods,
Under a garland of leaves,
On a grass carpet,
That wets my skin,
Love me,
Under a starred sky,
On a white sand carpet,
In the latest august night,
When the sea plays the perfect symphony,
Shush!
Listen to the melody...
Love me,
In the place of nowhere,
When our bodies float in the eternal emptiness,
And real is coexisting with dreams,
Look deeply through my eyes,
And,
Let me love you back,
in a perfectly invented place...
The History of Fear
To cite the galleries of Fear
This emotion driven here
And eons past how it began
Beginning with the age of man
To search for food without delay
Or searched for food by other prey
Fear to survive by with every day
The threat of Fear moved on in years
The Fear of God instilled by law
regarding Him with so much awe
The Inquisition, genocide
The Fear of credos other than
A peaceful atmosphere incurred
But portions of our life has stirred
Where Fear has donned a different suit
Millenials cannot compute
More mental pain, depressive straits
established egos met their fate
The Fear of coexisting with
That White is right and other myths
For Fearless is the antonym
A new world order must exist
To love yourself without a care
Eliminate the dread of Fear
Fear Contest
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
August 28, 2017
Even if you are the tanned sprout
tightly packed
in pretty cane
filled with olive oil
you could not stop to dream about ocean,
lolled by such hopes and illusions
seemed groundless absolutely.
But while your truth is hard and distorted
you will soon unavoidable
unpacked and go to the trip
to the Christmas table
where served with cheese and red wine
for the sweet departure
to the stomachs of more luckier dreamers and gourmands.
I wish you to be eaten by nice lady
if it would you relax and nurtured
for other form of coexisting
in body of whom who devoured us.
But if you are the ended atheist
white a little, headless sprouty,
all of them
who caught, cut, prepared, tanned,
mailed, sold, baught, presented
and ate you
will be combined together
chewed, crumbled, munched
and return to the soil of mother nature.
From where you will select,
ask and have full right to start
more preferable fate and future.