Best Intertwine Poems
Two souls intertwine
Learning nuances, passion
A new beginning
If Passion was Red and Lust was Blue.
I'd put them together and watch the magic they'll do.
Mix than match like mischiefest lovers,
Purple droplets form like sweat falling on blank canvas covers.
As passion and lust create's a masterpiece before my eyes,
Red and blue fireworks explode in the sky.
With this type collaboration I not only crave it but I adore,
To be that blank canvas as my body anxiously screams more...
Surrounded by color waiting on my chance,
To be apart of something beautiful with passion and lust enhanced.
Form:
In the labyrinth of thoughts, where the soul and mind intertwine like the vine,
A dance of shadows and light, where memories whisper like the wind through leaves,
There lies an abyss, deep and wide, like an unexplored ocean,
A realm where reason and emotion collide like falling stars.
The heart and intellect, in an unending ballet, like two twin spirits,
Each step a testament to the battles of yesterday, the storms within us,
Some lose their minds, yielding to the embrace of the soul, like a butterfly in flight,
Drifting into madness, a sanctuary, a sacred place like a forgotten temple.
Others forsake their soul, clinging to the vast domain of the mind like a castaway to a raft,
Becoming incarnate intellect, in the cold, unyielding reign of logic like an ice fortress,
But in this realm of reason, where feelings are kept at bay like ghosts,
They find themselves lost, in a world of endless gray, like a dream without color.
There are those who lose both, in the struggle to be whole, like a leaf in the wind,
Accepted by the world, but fragmented in their soul, like a broken mirror,
They walk the earth in shadows, neither here nor there, like bodiless shades,
Lost in the interval, in a state of quiet despair, like a lost echo.
And then, the few, who never taste the madness of the heart, like unyielding rocks,
Who live their lives in balance, each part a separate art, like a self-contained painting,
What dreadful existence must they lead, devoid of ecstasy and pain, like a field without flowers,
A life untouched by chaos, in a banal world, like a story without beginning or end.
Oh, to be mad, to feel the depths of every tear, like a rain of stars,
To dance with joy, to tremble with every fear, like a leaf in the wind's breath,
For in the madness of the soul, true freedom lies, like a sky without limits,
A journey through the cosmos, under the infinite heavens, like a dream without end.
Thus, let us cherish the madness, the eternal quest of the mind, like a sacred pilgrimage,
For in this dance of shadows, our souls are truly blessed, like hidden treasures,
Let us lose ourselves and in losing, find our way, like a river finding its sea,
In the beautiful chaos, where both heart and mind stray, like two wandering stars.
Dark clouds cover
Thunder rolls
Raindrops start to form.
A time for gloom
The state of my mind
Soon like raindrops tears may fall.
Life's journey once started
Comes to a sudden end
Full of heartbreaks and pain.
Every dream pursued, wished
Is torn apart and abondoned
By action so careless and selfish.
But time has to move
Life must go on
I did find a new heart today......
Shattered like mine too
Torn by another action
Both neglectful and heartless.
With my dreams
The life I wish to find........
With yours too
The man you wish to find.......
A new dream is born in me
To you I shall reveal.
Our hearts, souls and minds shredded
This life let us share
Dreams and wishes like theads........
Let us join, weave and intertwine
To mend them again
Both our hearts, souls and minds
In vague soft sepia you appear to me...
Those timeless seconds
where sleep and wake intertwine.
A face I want to touch, recognize,
my fingers reach but cannot uncover
your warm radiance like the moon,
warmth like the sun.
In the hour after seeing you
I lament a loss I don't recall.
Arms around an infant, and a voice
that sings soothing songs, cradle...
Who are you?
Was there ever a stage in my life
that I knew you? That you sang this
song for me in a language near forgotten?
I wish I didn't dream about you anymore,
that you were a fastly fading Polaroid,
disappearing for ever without yearning
or longing.
***
March 1, 2017
© Darren White
The frightful night brings evening dreams that breeze
A host of thoughts to occupy my mind.
While I breathe in and out melodious wheeze,
Reality, with nightmares intertwine,
A host of thoughts to occupy my mind,
Prevent me now from sleeping fast and deep.
Reality, with nightmares intertwine,
To force me to my lifeless knees and weep.
Prevent me now from sleeping fast and deep
Hold back those demons that invade my peace:
To force me to my lifeless knees and weep;
To torture my straight line into a crease.
Hold back those demons that invade my peace,
While I breathe in and out melodious wheeze...
To torture my straight line into a crease,
The frightful night brings evening dreams that breeze.
***
March 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
In a world of strange sensations, where desires intertwine like dreams on a summer night,
I find myself caught in the waves of a melancholic melody,
the desire to express all that pains me, words flowing like the blood of a dying man,
careless of linguistic errors, seeking only solace.
My heart, absurd as a man wrapped in a blanket under torrential rain,
my chest arches like blooming roses,
and I fade away, feeling like ashes carried by the cold winds.
Strange sensations of starting to say one thing
and immediately my mind drifts to something else,
a confusion of the mind, a turmoil of the soul.
It snows miserably on the bridges, the dirty basements overflow.
I continue to write through those slow days,
watching dusty robins with blood on their wings,
in a world where pain and beauty intertwine, a dance of shadows and lights.
The little houses that no one sees,
wooden, damp, sinking like abandoned ships;
the door surrounded by unseen creatures,
and the lamppost weeping its last rays of light into the night.
All words seem too small and weary,
to bear the weight of the meanings I sing and weave within them,
a burden of emotions, a symphony of suffering and hope.
Strange sensation of longing
to write these words in vain,
knowing they will never be read again,
a frivolous melancholy, a game of fate.
In this magical reverie, I lose myself in the flow of consciousness,
where thoughts intertwine like the threads of an old carpet,
carrying me through landscapes of memories and forgotten dreams,
a journey through the abyss of my soul, seeking answers in endless shadows.
My words, like dried leaves carried by the cold autumn wind,
seeking solace in their sad rustle,
a symphony of melancholy, a poetry of pain,
wrapped in the mystery of unfulfilled desires and lost hopes.
And so, in the quiet darkness of the night,
I write the story of my soul, in a language only the heart can understand,
a story of suffering and beauty, of light and darkness,
an esoteric revelation wrapped in the mystery of human connections,
a frivolous yet profound story that shapes the essence of life and happiness.
People's live matter
Muscles and sinews connect
Racism shutter.
Intertwine
I attain out my heart to you,
With the notion I have done foolish pride in them.
Aching for the attention of an adolescent to be put upon me,
And not imagine of the reality of things that go on in life.
But when I assemble and think
It’s all about the love of u.
I never knew my soul would undergo incomplete,
From not seeing you,
Or hearing your exquisite voice.
I just wish every night before I go to bed,
That God brings your posterior to me one day,
And not have me melting inside for you.
Every time I sense about the bad times,
There wasn’t a really bad time.
It was just two selfish souls wanting more out of the other.
Babe I love the way you smile and smidgen your upper lip.
The way you embrace me like I’m forever,
And we were heavens faultless equivalent of love.
My essential is for you to be my wife,
The one my child runs too,
The concession of my heart.
To know you can’t be with me at this time,
But then you aspire me and love me;
Keeps my warmth heart wanting you.
I shall perceive on with my life of dreams to accomplish,
But hope you draw closer back home to the heart that wants you.
You know other beings look into my eyes,
And distinguish the love I have for you.
Sometimes I fancy to tear,
But I cant.
I necessitate knowing that you’re here with me,
In soul and heart.
I crave to know that you miss,
And think of me like the messiah of love.
You are my revelation of true love,
And it hurts that I can’t be in your presence.
I’m sorry for the foolish things I say and done.
I love you babe be my wife
And make my completion of my life be with u.
I love you,
Be my forever and lock my soul.
Be the proverbs of love the world reads,
And the declaration God has placed on us.
If this is my ordeal from him,
I’m going to succeed this for wanting you.
I have never wanted something so adverse,
Till now.
You intertwine my conclusion of existence.
Form:
In the depths of a night where dreams intertwine with shadows of desires,
Hope sings like a siren's echo, calling souls to sail into the open sea,
They told me to hold tightly to the thin thread of hope, like an anchor in a storm,
"Hold on a little longer," they said, turning words into incantations,
A response to the silence that enveloped my heart, full of unspoken questions.
But I held onto hope until my hands became wounded,
Until the thread, sharper than the pain it promised to soothe,
Dug deep into my skin, like a river of endless melancholy.
From the beginning, we were told to believe, as in an invisible light,
Which carries us through the dense darkness to a land where dreams take shape,
But what do we do if that place doesn't truly exist?
If all this time we have been just prisoners of a shadow,
Waiting for something that was never meant to reach us?
They tell me to believe, not because they know the way,
But because they have nothing else to offer,
When words melt into silence, when comfort becomes cold,
They dress uncertainty in the cloak of hope,
"Keep going." "Keep dreaming."
But I have walked and I have dreamed,
And yet, every touch turns to dust between my fingers,
I watch as my world crumbles, brick by brick, dream by dream,
And still, I'm told to hold tightly to the illusion that is unraveling.
Why hold on? To another fleeting illusion?
To another heart broken in whispers?
To another promise that evaporates the moment I touch it?
Hope is not the light they claim it to be,
Sometimes it is the very weight that pulls you under deep waters,
The voice that keeps you locked, waiting for a miracle that will never come.
And if hope were true, I am sure it has not crossed my path,
And so I return to the beginning, with doubts like stars in the night sky,
Wondering if I will ever find that promised light.
In the realm where the cosmos and dreams intertwine,
A tale unfolds, as old as time.
Stars whisper secrets to the moon's glowing face,
In a dance of light, across the vast space.
Galaxies twirl in an eternal ballet,
Guided by forces unseen, in a cosmic array.
Planets and stars in harmonious delight,
Illuminate the universe, piercing the night.
In the heart of a star, a new life takes form,
A planet, a home, in the cosmic storm.
Mountains rise high, and rivers run deep,
In this world where dreams and reality meet.
Life emerges, a testament to time,
In this symphony of existence, sublime.
From stardust we came, to stardust we return,
In the grand tapestry of life, as the stars brightly burn.
So here's to the cosmos, and dreams that take flight,
In the dance of the universe, bathed in starlight.
In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky,
I wonder if I ever truly understood how love works,
I've always been concerned with the things close to you, those little universes that make you happy,
The things that matter to you, like constellations in the uncharted map of your soul.
But often I wonder how love is lived, is it a spectacle to be performed,
Or a state of being, a silent melody flowing through veins and open hearts?
Should I "make" love, like an art sculpted in time and space,
Or just exist within it, like a dreamer carried by its endless waves?
Maybe I wasn't trying to impress you, but just to protect all that you hold dear,
But I wonder, is that love, or just the fear of losing the light you carry?
In my attempt to keep intact the universe that brings you happiness, I often get lost,
Wondering if it's love or just fear dressed in the clothes of care.
So, in the quiet of the night, I turn to the stars, trying to find answers,
Understanding that maybe love isn't something to be fully understood, but simply lived,
A journey through unknown realms, where with each step I learn to be,
To feel, to open myself to that mystery of existence that binds us in silence.
Tears soothe heart's sorrow
A shoulder to lean heals the weak.
No soul seals the heart’s pore
The self only pictures its gore.
Humanity needs a shoulder to cry on,
As a star needs a night to shine.
Souls intertwine.
No man fills an island
Even testos do ease in she hand.
Sole forage piles up to forlorn.
A prowl without Devine to call on
Scare's chirping birds the jungles pawn
Like bush foliage raffled and blown
The weaklings and rats scrum
In nature fear and tantrum
But real prey pray to God.
No good the groping of blind
Endeavor on your own
The devil your soul will bind.
The abyss of hell you drawn
On bare a seed you're sown,
Blown by route less gust wind,
On the dumps yourself will find.
In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires,
where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines,
I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs,
seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word,
but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of time,
and relationships turn into labyrinths of mirrors where we lose ourselves,
I wonder if true happiness resides in the silence between heartbeats,
in the quiet of forests where trees whisper their stories to the ear of the wind,
where souls can rest, far from the tumult of the restless and unforgiving world,
and I wonder if happiness might be a state of being, rather than having,
a dance of light and shadow where we find our fragility and strength,
where every step is a moment of grace, a flight on the edge of eternity,
for in our connections with others we discover our vulnerability and need for love,
but also the path to ourselves, to the essence that asks for nothing,
only to be, to feel, to live in peace with all that is and will never be.
In the depths of my mind, futile thoughts intertwine,
Information loses its form, seeking to become knowledge,
But knowledge is not wisdom, merely an endless road,
Shrouded in the mist of truth it cannot touch,
Truth, an illusion that knows no beauty,
And beauty, a shadow of love that cannot sing.
And love, a dream shattered by the reality of music,
Music, the only truth that pierces the silence,
While each note dances on the edge of infinity,
The essence that unites everything, and yet, nothing else matters.
In a world of illusions, music is the beginning and the end,
Solitude and ecstasy, woven in sublime harmony,
And thus, I lose myself in it, with an open soul,
For it, only it, is more than all that can be,
It brings me peace and turmoil, unique and eternal,
In a universe of lies, music remains,
Vibrating in the depths of the heart, the ultimate truth.