Best Holding Out Poems
INDIAN INK
Indian Accent, form the whispers inside
Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow
A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies!
Voices fall from the sky, rising hymns release
ancient demons CLINGING to the SOUL!
Darkness dwells under - gentle moonlight
Ancestors of the Spirit World!
Weaving Native smoke into the barren air
Indian spirits haunt the muddy Earth
Moccasin makers rise from underneath,
While guardians of dream catchers - print the Universe
Smooth thread from the outer world.
Arrowheads, Ivory gems, feathers, and illusions
I stumble upon a florid kiss....... My veins!
Run cold, like ice through a desert night.
Winds of enchanted drums - cry out for rain
Hollow chimes mesmerize, my ties, my eyes
An ancient rage begins to flare --- MADNESS!
takes place among the sanity of who I am
The spear of perfumed buffalo scrapes my skin
I remove the veil that covers my eyes
The hands that cover my ears
Drying the scalp that bleeds on my face
KINDRED IN EVERY WAY!
Raven silk braids and feathers on my hair
Dancing in a horrid hallucination of Peyote,
Waking up from the “American Dream.”
Holding out my arms, I am free, I can fly,
I AM A BIRD!
Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts
Across the room I slowly walk
Hips swaying, smile in place
Sensually I use my body to talk
Holding out my hands to touch his face
Here she comes, walking my way
Beauty and grace, with a smile in place
Look at her swing, look at her sway
Oh how I want to kiss that sweet face
Gently I bring his face close to mine
Looked into his eyes, desire written there
Hungrily kiss his lips, they feel divine
I stroke his neck, ruffling his hair
She pulls me in, much to my surprise
Aromatic perfume, she's heaven sent
Glow to her face, twinkle in her eyes
Her touches so sweet, I must be a gent
Crooking my finger he follows at last
I wait til his body is close to mine
Slowly I turn, my heart beating fast
Look on his face is saying all is fine.
Following close when she calls to me
Feelings so strong, feelings so right
My heart beating fast, she sets me free
Our heat steaming up, on this brisk night
Just goes to prove with a smile and a sway
A gal can entice a guy in a seductive way
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
Ghosts have all but abandoned this lonely place. It's just me here. The cold, drizzling rain is relentless, yet calming somehow. Marble stones lodged in leafy pastures keep taunting me. Autumn was her favorite season; the rainbow of colors, the tantalizing smell of decay. Odd how beauty is most evident just before death. Feeling so drained. The park bench beneath the willow provides some respite. Branches sway in the breeze and caress my shoulders tenderly as if to comfort me. Before long I slip into a dream:
A hummingbird, flitting before my eyes, wanting something from me. Holding out my hand in invitation it gently alights. Time stands still as we gaze into each other's soul, desperate for a sign. Then it happens. A solitary tear drops into my palm. Its warmth sends a chill down my spine. And then she's gone.
I wake to the taste of salt upon my tongue. The rain has stopped, evening approaches. Time to return to my nest, as she has to hers. Why do I keep returning to this wretched haunt? There is hope where she dwells now. Her tear was for me, I'm sure of it. Loneliness is a kind of death. Death on two legs. How I dread the coming of winter.
life in monochrome
crimson and tangerine dreams
to be where she is
Pussy (Vulnerabilities)
Pussy
Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that pussy has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it all mean
The same thing Pussy, pussy, pussy. And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the pussy up!
So guard and respect your pussy and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my pussy and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the condom he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
Pussy is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of semen left inside you with your naïve ass, I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the pussy stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the pussy!
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the Pussy, be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than ass or pussy! I now know my worth!
Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014
You have to be selective and or practice abstinence in order to be valued ,some women get lucky and he does come back the next day ,but for how long ? Men like to chase and if you give it up too easy its a waste of time ,hes no longer interested and will soon prowl for another ! Keep it to your self till the time is right ,if he won't wait then forget about him!
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed
It does not worry about the colour of your skin
nor if you are good or bad as long as you show love
It does not matter if you live in a masion or hovel.
Religion too matters not a whit to a small tot
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
It does not care what part of the world you live
Nor if you live in a town or out in the country.
Poor or rich, hansome or plain it does not care
You may be a manual worker, a banker or a king,
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
Holding out its arms with chuckles of laughter.
All pride, prejudice and greed holds no sway
in its little infant heart that is born to love.
It gives a smile that would melt the toughest heart
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
She said "I'll show you mine
if you're willing to show me yours."
I didn't waste a second
I promptly dropped my drawers!
I was rather embarrased
She looked and started to giggle
My little man was at attention
While the boys did their jiggle
After she stopped her laughing
I thought it would be my turn
Me an eager student
willing and able to learn
In the end I learned my lesson
She wanted to look through my tests
But my young mind was occupied
Transfixed by her beautiful breasts
So I quickly pulled up my pants
Time to put the two boys away
My little man sadly shrinking
Disappointed that he couldn't play
When she seen my embarrassment
She said "okay come have a look."
Please let it be her Yoo hoo
and not just some silly book
Holding out the band of her panties
She said "go ahead and reach in"
I was a happy explorer
Extreamly eager to begin
As the girl started moaning
I was sure I had got it right
She said "if you want to find it,
perhaps we need a little light."
So she started undressing
A vision there before my eyes
Her breasts a bit of perfection
Perky and just the right size
She said we'd have to work quickly
Before her parents came back
She pushed me down on the bed
and promptly began her attack
With force she ripped of my trousers
Thankfully she knew what to do
I let her have her way with me
The boys were no longer blue
She looked at me with a smile
Told me "it's time for you to go.
The next lesson will be better,
I'll teach you how to be slow!"
My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.
Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.
My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.
What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.
If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies,
Now, I am walking in a snow storm- freezing;
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
I pass Christmas decorated windows- sneezing,
I am only fifteen and all alone in the world;
Now- I am walking in a snow storm freezing.
I hug my thin coat as the winter wind whirls,
Then, I see people entering a church brightly lit;
I am only fifteen- and all alone in the world.
I go inside and hide, I'll just stay for a bit,
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up;
Then- I see people entering a church brightly lit.
Most days I stand holding out a begging cup,
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds;
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up.
Most days I stand holding a begging cup
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies;
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds,
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
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It is warm and cozy and soon I fall asleep,
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago;
Were they really that mean to me? No, I weep.
Delicious food, singing, and a tree all aglow,
I've met lots of homeless people on the street;
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago.
Some people are evil and some treat me sweet,
I met a man and he said I could make money;
I've met lots of homeless people on the street.
You're so young- and men will love you honey,
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling;
I met a man and he said I could make money.
The choir and praying is dim and I am sleeping,
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven;
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling,
The janitor finds me when he is sweeping,
It is warm and cozy and I soon fall asleep;
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven,
Were they really that mean to me- no I weep.
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October 26, 2016
Terzanelle x 2
'Twas pain that taught my heart to bleed
for sorrows of another...
then kept my deepest heartfelt needs
in silence to serve a buffer
For in the cutting vein of love
I saw a darkness unto death
with eyes of a child had seen enough
true love must stand the test
Such is the pain too grievous to mourn
speaking secrets craved by the heart
to give another the power with which
to tear your soul apart
I've known the anguish of abandonment
and fled inflictions sting
I have faced the tyrants cruel mismanagement
yet held my soul with wings
Of all the wisdom borne by age
no greater truth can be gave
the soul is filled in the passing of days
In the gaze of passions eyes and a lovers display
So brash can be those memories scorned
but fade they will like pages torn
Tis a hand un-held, a tear un-brushed
hearts crushed when the unspoken's not enough
Let slip not away the music-less dance
the kisses that tremor ones breath
miss not the chance for that touch of romance
what weight hath love unexpressed?
No, it's not the passing wounds
those flukes which plague ones journey
that leave devout all faith renounced
and deem sweet love unworthy
Perhaps the greatest fear is that
O're years in friendships tit for tat
passed will be what faith once lacked
and find such love not looking back
In the blink of an eye the magic could subside
to pang with hunger for the love of your life
to know from hurt you cannot hide
to trust is more than you realize
So if I've tested the depths of devotion
what storms your sails could bear
'twas solely because my love is only
of any value unless it is shared
Planned were not the trials endured
yet it's what it took for my heart to ensure
that love will bravely stand the test of time
stronger than chance, more made by design
And so to you I give in kind
holding out for the dreams, in my heart, in my mind
to trust at some blessed point will find
That breathless kiss will dance on the lips
which linger between yours and mine.
A love outlasting infinity
stumbling into guarded arms
the simplest picture of serendipity
by a childish wish on a sky full of stars
I was dancing and prancing
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me
He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the chocolate milk in midair, he was dancing up a toot.
He laughed and winked and some ice fell down his crushed ice shoot
He was a rascal, a scoundrel and a womanizer to boot.
I have never seen a dishwasher who can move like you
he said holding out his hands.
The oven, his furious ex, reddened her burners and threw out some pots and pans.
We laughed and we swirled and we boogied and we dipped.
She threw out ovenware but The frig and I ducked every one.
I shut his door, so we could dance up a storm.
Refrigerator boogie was so exciting and fun!
Dishwashers are reputed to be the best dancers around,
And I was confident as we twirled, we were breaking brand new ground
The ovens burners were blood red now, the kitchen was like a Sauna.
I blew him a kiss and whirled away giving him back to his ex, so sound.
As they trotted through the the kitchen, laughing, their sensors lit,
I danced around them with a loud dishwasher's whoop Dee Dee
Now whenever the three of us decide to liven the kitchen a bit,
We dance cheek to cheek, and throw sauce pans, the wild three!
It starts with a bottle of rum
it always starts with rum ...
well in your case we'll substitute tequila
hints of caramel caressing the tongue
as we forget the lime
we always forget the lime, when living
out fantasies on island time
waves wash upon our bare bodies
as sun lays down her head
a rush of oceanic breezes seduce
sands of gold, playing out as bed
my breath, your heart
the strum of a Cuban guitar
holding out for hope
just off of the horizon
as we disappear
into each other
the beach, within your reach
my hand pressed upon your heart
spirit playing into the part
we'll never be apart
even if afar
seagulls sing for their supper
as we hold on
boundlessly
we hold on
He walked slowly by my house,
His face unshaven, expression cold,
It sent chills up my spine to look at him,
And then he turned and gazed at me with eyes so bold.
I wanted to run but I was frozen in place,
My fingers were tingly, my head spinning,
He came slowly up the walk, mouth grinning,
His face looked like a skull as he held up a case.
I could only stand and stare at him,
Wondering what would happen next,
Slowly he came up the steps, holding out his hand,
In those long fingers was a perfect, white rose-I thought I was hexed.
Then he spoke and I thought I would faint,
His voice was like music-melodic and sweet,
"I wanted you to have this was all that he said",
I never knew his name for he was back on the street.
I often wondered if I had seen an angel unaware.
Or if he had come in answer to a prayer,
One thing I know and this is for sure,
The rose that he gave me is still sitting here.
The Man in the Moon
His face shown bright this summer night
while hanging in the sky,
and all the while his golden smile
did friendliness imply.
He saw her there, a lass so fair,
just sitting by herself;
without a lad, and looking sad,
wall flower on a shelf.
“And why my dear, just sitting here”
he softly asked the girl,
“on night so bright, it’s just not right
for thoughts of life to swirl.”
“I’m on my own, and all alone,”
she answered with a sigh,
“no one to keep me company,
I feel like I could cry.”
The moon replied, “Don’t be denied,
there’s love out to be found.
My dearest one, don’t come undone
no tears upon the ground.
Rise to your feet this night to greet,
a world that’s full of mirth.
Don’t be so blind, go out and find
the measure of your worth.”
To all behold this orb of gold
who’s holding out his hand,
while shining bright this summer night,
and smiling on the land.
July 5, 2019