Best Disarms Poems
She arrives with a mystic charm
Gliding in on silver moon
With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
As words of praise in yuletide tunes
Echo where the stars are strewn
As flower to the sun, I look to you
As thirsty grass that drinks in drops of dew
As river flowing down to waiting sea
I live again with you a love that's true
I’m lost to life when nestled in your arms
Your lips, your eyes, your body full of charms
I enter softly in your shrine of dreams
My vow to wait the scent of you disarms
Your breath upon my body, how it thrills
Your mouth my hunger with your tongue it fills
I gasp for breath for I am overwhelmed
Your pilgrim hands have reached the sacred hills
I faint with pleasure as you touch inside
My fantasies lie bare and opened wide
You speak to me in urgent whispers low
A plea to let you taste of passion’s tide
Intense becomes the rhythm of our love
Your eyes devour mine from up above
I hold to you as both our souls break free
A blazing flight of eagle and the dove
As flower to the sun, I look to you
As thirsty grass that drinks in drops of dew
As river flowing down to waiting sea
I live again with you a love that's true
Eileen Manassian
Magic of stars and beauty unsurpassed, bath me
In the fragrance of your dew, let my heart sing
The woodland voices to outlast, here on the sunless lea
Where bats and owl invisibly pulse their wing.
Like the moon she will come soft into my arms
Laden with the bright scent of flowers in her hair
And the wind will serenade her, and love disarms
Our two fancies from the pillage of our fear.
This is the hour when life's care abate, and sweet now
The cicadas cascade their uncrinkling chorals loud
Love calls here from heart to heart in every bough
O sweet one, come now, come now and leave the crowd.
Enfold me in the ebony of your breast, give me milk
The moon cannot exceed in warm sugared whiteness
Let naked touch naked in thy diamond drizzled sheet of silk
We will feast on love, and find solace in Eden's happiness.
In the midst of a barren land,
Where the scorching sun never fades,
I wander alone with nothing in hand,
Only my dreams that my mind creates.
My eyes search for a vision to cling,
A glimpse of hope, a chance to survive,
But all I see is a cruel mirage,
A false oasis that I can't derive.
The heat of the sand blurs my vision,
My tears mix with the salty sweat,
The pain of thirst, the fear of extinction,
Haunts me like a lifelong debt.
The mirage taunts me with its beauty,
A paradise that I can't reach,
It teases me with its endless duty,
A lie that my heart can't breach.
The wind whispers of a distant life,
A promise of a greener land,
But I know it's just another strife,
Another mirage that I can't withstand.
The hope in my heart slowly fades,
As the mirage disappears into the air,
I fall to my knees and pray for aid,
For a miracle that will show me care.
The tears in my eyes blur my sight,
As I embrace my fate with open arms,
But suddenly, a drop of water ignites,
A spark of hope that the world disarms.
A river flows, a miracle unveiled,
A vision that was once a mirage,
A dream that my heart had hailed,
A promise of a life without sabotage.
The storm in my heart calms down,
As I embrace the reality that I see,
The mirage of hope is no longer a frown,
But a memory that will forever be..
Whispering caresses testify
under duress with somber
adoration.
How many sonnets have I
forgotten
while tracing the
contours of your shape?
Your slick fragrance disarms my
resolve; I yearn to
bottle such essence
if only to keep a suggestion of
us in the face of certain
obliteration.
For once the skitter and
the titter consume with
fangs of speculation, we
shall doubt
what we’ve begun
in earnest
under the moon,
the trust of synchronized
pulses seeking
harmony,
and the explosive
thrill of shared
desire
until nothing
remains.
Images surge through April bold, a magical thrill I do behold;
Across the earth a glorious rite, surpassing human delight.
Clouds descend with minty air, their luster beyond compare ;
This tableu...a prelude call, as peaks of my soul's climb enthrall!
Such grandeur holds out its charms, when crest of nature's glow disarms,
And her pomp explodes on skies that resonate with my sighs...
To bask within this flaming scheme; earth reaches its height, supreme
As ecstasy fills the whorl where mirth and magic unfurl
A canticle rings out so soft as ingots of stars flick, aloft...
finally the view is set in one fire glow I can't forget;
sweet the acme of divine core as my exultations soar!
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
They have come from the dim rooms of sorrow,
Where light was rationed and laughter broke like glass.
They have slept beside betrayal,
And woke to its perfume of ashes and iron.
Their smiles are stitched with memory’s thread,
Each gesture mended from the cloth of loss.
They have been burned,
Yet they offer warmth.
They know the texture of cruelty’s hand,
The weight of a promise dropped in winter.
So when they touch you, it is with care,
As if your soul were a wound they could not bear to reopen.
They recall every small humiliation,
Every word that sliced and stayed.
From those scars they learned gentleness—
A dangerous tenderness that disarms.
They kill with kindness,
Their weapon a cup of tea,
Their armor—listening.
They bleed empathy,
They breathe forgiveness.
Do not mistake their softness for surrender;
It is the strength of those who have died and returned.
They know what not to do,
And that is their quiet revenge.
Love, for them, is not a luxury—
It is survival in a velvet coat.
Extremely nice people,
The angels with broken wings
Who still remember how to fly.
In the realm of the heart, where emotions entwine,
True Love resides, a flame that burns divine,
Not fueled by gold or silver, nor by wealth's fleeting gleam,
For when the riches fade, the love remains, a love supreme.
It's not the beauty that we see, the external charm,
The hair, the skin, the body, that disarms,
For beauty's fleeting, like a sunset's hue,
And when it fades, the love that's true, shines through.
It's not the gains we seek, the material might,
But what we build together, in love's pure light,
A bond that's strong, a connection deep,
A love that's rooted, in the soul's dark keep.
True Love's not about the clothes we wear,
The brands, the labels, the external air,
It's about the love we share, the respect we give,
The appreciation, the joy, that in each other's eyes, we live.
In a world where relationships crumble and fall,
Due to the weight of materialism's thrall,
We forget that love's not about what we have,
But about the love we share, the bond we crave.
The one who loves you, loves you for who you are,
Not for the makeup, the powder, the hair,
They see beyond the external, to the heart's core,
And love you deeply, forevermore.
True Love's about finding yourself in another's eyes,
Being one, in heart, in soul, in sighs,
A deep connection, a love that's real,
A bond that's forged, in the fire of love's reveal.
This kind of love, this kind of relationship,
Comes from above, a gift of God's benevolence,
A love that's pure, that's kind, that's true,
A love that's rooted, in the heart, anew.
So let us seek this love, this love divine,
A love that's not of this world, but of a love that's truly mine,
A love that's rooted, in the heart's deepest core,
A love that's true, a love that will forever roar.
A jiggling rush of energy
Wags along our messed-up stair
As Lullie huffs with a naughty glee,
To cause mayhem beyond compare!
My dachshund begs to play tag -game
With flopping of ears , this just disarms;
While dog’s trick to win is one big shame
She guards me dear from any harm.
Lullie sleeps often in my bed
Her belly twirling all around;
I wonder of mischief ahead
Till fingers trace a rounder mound.
Oh baby pups arrive, although
Lullie's mate, that I'll never know!
Shadow Hamilton's Pets
~ A true story ~
11/28/2014>
I caress you in my arms
and your beauty alarms me...
your soft skin disarms me
and your musical voice charms me...
I lose myself within you
everytime our lovemaking begins a new...
And I knew in that moment
that I had to vent my sentiments
I love you and my essence would plead too
that I drink you, I eat you, and I breath you
...I need you!...
By Soul's Floetry
Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet performing a role
She has a striking body and her hair is curly and luxuriant
It makes patrons’ thoughts lean towards prurience
As the evening lumbers on, Flim-Flam’s dancing slows to a crawl
She’s tired, hungry and wants to curl up and bawl
A huge man approaches the stage sneering at her with tight dark eyes
He’s obese, sweaty, dirty, and wears an obscene leather tie
Flim-Flam looks down and backs up in mortal fear
It’s her stepfather; he’s found her; he staggers as he leers
He hollers. “Got ya, Gal, you gonna be sorry you ran away – you hear?”
He grabs at Flim-Flam, but a bouncer steps in with a bone-crushing slam
Her stepfather pulls a hunting knife bellowing and slashing
But the bouncer is bigger, fitter, and not afraid of grabbing
Crazed bullies, liquored, riled up and flailing
The bouncer drops the stepfather to marry the floor
Disarms him, pins him while hollering, “Flim-Flam, get out the back door”
Slamming into the bouncer’s 4x4, Flim-Flam hunkers down weeping
She hears sirens, people shouting, cursing, tires screeching
She hears the Miranda given just before she slides into oblivion
A gentle hand shakes her awake, it’s the bouncer, his name is Jake
Her new husband smiles with kindness, his love shining forth
“We’re going north to the farm where I was born and want to live my life
With you by my side, not “Flim’Flam”, but Grace Marshall, my wife
He holds her close whispering, kissing, reassuring
“Va-Va-Voom” disappears; a happy ending, a promising beginning.
African rape of democracy
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden
Nature made her, her blessing of
duty
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty
then
They came in Khaki and iron
Rape her raining to harmattan
season
Emptied, she is made in the sun
Her natural endowment with no
qualms
Africans weep, weep Africans with
folded arlms
The rape have her of a daughter in
disarms
Democracy a daughter of rape
They took to alt democracy in scope
Behind the khaki and iron
They promise a fresh face, fine con
But in disguise and vacuity
Democracy is rape by without in
pathy
Their companions family autocracy
Friends, relations said monocracy.
The rape anchor family, friends
bereauecrate
Democracy poor beauty she given to
tract
My heart weep, the horn of ship
which gain
Of miscarriage that goes to ocean
The iron fish not swallow OK, that
obtain?
Ocean iron fish and the rapist
Have a hand in this pist
Who thought the rapist the way of
ocean?
Theme of the above poem
(1) Natural blessing
(2) Rape: destroying what has been
(3) Coup
(4) Exploitation
(5) Continuation of been in power in
African
Note: This is a free verse poem of
about 26 lines arrange in 4 stanzas,
starting with stanza one that has 4
lines the rest 6 and so on, stanzas
arrange in climax order. The poem
has a rhyming scheme of Ab Ab in
stanzas 1 and stanza 2 with ccc ddd,
etc
Reason: This poem is written in the
of African leader who are always
coming into giver by coop (Stanza 2
line 1) they came in khaki and iron
and there sit tight attitudes and how
they carry African resources to other
countries not developing their own
states and country stanza 4 line 6
Place of writing: Igoni goni
Message:
(1) African leaders should not be the
sit tight leaders
(2) That African leaders love taking
African resource over sea for them
to enjoy an Africa the people
without love and causes scarcity of
food.
The screaming sadness invades me
Echoes of boundless despair
Snaking through my heart
Withdraws a thousand tears.
Defeat encamps within my eyes
When the embers of dreaded thoughts
Disarms swift my sturdy joy
In autumn's silence by the wavering sea.
I hate that rotten stench that lingers
The shattering dreams
The wreckage of deserted love
The stinking bitter wine of hate
The black shrouded whispers of foes
Storming through my life
With love's savage deceit.
The blistering days
By the shorelines of death
Drawing the first cold strands of grief.
I lay in the empty highways of hopelessness
Then the skies would descend
Choking my last strand of breath
On this weary loveless earth.
Like a dog I crawl
In moss and in the lifeless dirt
With discreet pain
Toiling through my veins.
When the quivering stars of night
Would break asunder!
Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scent of rain
when she passes by, every flower mutes and bows to her aerial adventure
truth be told she is the secret of my desire and she drives me quite insane
when she dances the world stands still witnessing our private indenture
she is the compote of my sweet thoughts, the reason I believe in love
Her aroma a signature of passion, an undescriptive calling to my senses
when she sachets my way every star of heaven releases light from up above
she disarms me with her smile and disarms all my defenses
a bouquet of wild flowers in the garden of my dreams , a fantasy of love
she is the H in my big heart and the T of my tomorrows
From deep within my heart I catch the scent of my favorite flower
she is my best loved poem and sensation, she's my girl power.
July 15, 2022
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