Best Intolerably Poems
Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need that threatened to consume all reason, all restraint in the swirling crimson vortex of those velvets, the boundaries of our recurrent reality grew tenuous, and the tyranny of the flesh held sway as the flexuous uncharted curves of your caress became the acid test of my resolve, dissolving the fragile, varnished veneer of self control, as the confinement of thy desires began to dissolve like gossamer under the scorching waxen sun of ardent, copious passion.
As we entwined, visceral privilege awoke, like hydras flourishing in some foresworn elixir, every casual respite yawned vacant, sucked into the vampiric vortices of intolerably testy discontent.
How provoking, this postponement of unbound reciprocity, tongue just grazing the tips of those plush velvet onyx lips, while catalyzing inveigling suspense
ANIMAL ACTIVIST
Union activist actually – Animal Branch, dude.
My union buddies are thinking it‘s intolerably rude
To have penguin members thrown fish - an insult.
It should be politely offered, like to any human adult.
Our AFL-CIO sheep in an “overcrowded” flock
Must have minimum workers’ space needs; the stock
Needs two metres between each pair of sheep.
Some of our pigs are working in conditions so horribly cheap
As to be described as “a pig sty”.
But the most ridiculous waste of unionized labour in my
Opinion is cows, who‘ve got salt at one end of field
And water at other end: they gotta walk miles each day.
Seems obvious they could have salt and water together, say
At one end, and save a lot of walking for our brothers.
And what about racial slurs and implicit name-calling of others -
“Great Dane” suggests other nationalities of dog workers are worse.
Should be called “Danish” - all dogs are worth paying a fatter purse.
One of our brothers is a dog who’s a boxer:
Horrible, he’s one of the Marquis of Queensbury jocks…er…..
Oh…. and no more of that Old English Sheepdog stuff, I’m afraid.
It’s obvious age-ism in the trade.
The glacial slope is tall, a vast and perilous globe
It has been a whiteout for nearly three days now
We do all we can with our equipment to maintain our footing
The surface is so uncertain, but the summit is within reach
5 am, Thursday (?), We are awakened by an earthquake
An intolerably loud crack, perhaps a large chunk of opaque ice falling into the sea
Some sort of strange eclipse now, a great silver moon appears overhead
And now---now a wall of molten yellow magma approaches us!
I must stop writing and seek shelter, pray for us small men!
Thy love hath possessed me, and consumed mine every thought.
An inescapable prisoner; handed an irrevocable sentence of love.
Thy memory hath become my ever constant companion, my dearest friend.
My imagination carries mine heart to thee.
I have dreamt thee so close that I could almost hear the beat of thy heart.
How strong the illusion and how intolerably cruel when it vanishes in the night.
I languish in love and longing akin to pain.
I reach for thee in my dreams only for you to disappear on the whim of a touch.
Mine soul is disquieted in me; a raging storm of rapture and despair.
How long, shalt I mourn for thee? How long till I hold more than your memory?
Tis more than I can bear, but alas I will close mine eyes to sleep ,and once again
meet you there.
My sin has made me
intolerably corrupt
deserving of death.
Jesus, you are God,
but you shared a sinner's fate
to remove its sting.
your resurrection
allows me to live through you,
in your righteousness.
I deserve your scorn,
yet your works, beyond my grasp,
are counted as mine.
How can we be saved?
-Confess our sin and believe,
trust in our savior.
You have drawn me in.
Your breath enters into me
making my heart beat.
You made me your son
with a full inheritance
that I don't deserve.
I want to sensually taste and devour those ruby lips
Mysterious, sultry, desirable and so impenetrable
Will this be my night of sheer ultimate ecstasy
Or a night lost in a cold frigid non giving heart
Will those lips open and rapturously possess all of me
Or shall they remain closed never within my reach
I so long to be lost in your wild fiery passionate kiss
But shall I be fulfilled or only intolerably tolerated
For years I have gazed at those lips in lustful want
Is this my moment of fulfillment or my Achilles heel?
I have trodden many a creature under foot
A few, unbeknownst
The bug has an intolerably short life span
And shorter yet, under foot
Do I traipse out of spite or cruel wonder?
No, it is just my disregard and shortsightedness
For I have been trampled upon,
From creatures smaller than me
They stir upon me, feelings of a bug
A distant rumbling of thunder
As I count the seconds after seeing the flash
There is a heavy weight upon me
Imagine what is stirred in a bug
Oh, blatant inequality between
a man and a woman! I could plainly glean
that from the little rendezvous we had
last night. I was intolerably bad
in how I behaved: a tongue-tied man,
unwilling to be content with less than
a pledge of paradise sealed by a kiss,
together uptight and excited with
your reticence, the glitter of your rings,
the strange configuration of the wings
behind your back... The crapulence, the crumbs
in lonely bed I curse when morning comes.
All kind of equities is just a fraud:
I dream about you, you dream me not.
Self destruction amidst courage
I wound my ways through breath
finding nothing I hold dear
As if I have everything to fear
I desperately grope the answers
for questions there are none
giving my best for all that is to be done
This vain attempt for identity
controls perpetual pretence
Predictable reputation increases
that which is the sole defense
Omit me from all memory
Wipe me from reality
I have no desire for retaliation
No need for confrontation
I don't want truth from dishonesty
Because false passion there is intolerably
I just don't wish to be so
neglected.
This Romeo is bleeding, but you don't see his blood - Bon Jovi - Always
I pretend not to care that you're gone.
You don't see me bleed through my skin,
but my heart sure is bleeding, so please...
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Would you care to know how much time
I spend pining for your return?
There aren't enough hours in the day!
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Do you know how long
you swim in the sea of my mind?
My beloved, I miss you intolerably.
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
I would if I could genuflect;
before you with my hands folded
endlessly pleading, please...please...
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
Your sudden goodbye left me blindsided
We planned to dream til infinity...
now I'm so lonesome I could cry.
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Strand Choice G,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/15/2020
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Famous poetic lines 3 - Love songs Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 02/15/2020
*not a true write*
PALPABLE
imagine
the silence of
a plane
crash
if you were
deaf
imagine how
intolerably
loud a
rape
PALPABLE
absorbing hearts
transcending death
absorbing fears
enduring pain
TANGIBLE
in the newness of
another day
unwoven from
slumber
we glisten clean
start anew
FLAGRANT
we busy ourselves
with menial
chores and cause
then stare at
books noveleyed
CONSPICUOUS
© Kim van Breda—
Humble stone was intolerably warm,
That ice block was numbing cold,
Those nails were pining to pierce,
The poisonous worms and snakes in jungle,
Were ready to sink in their stocks,
I was to sit,squat,walkand run in these environs,
I squirmed to think,
What would have happened if,
We as a civilization,
Not invented our present avatar,
Below the waist garments,
Admirably represented by trousers,
In fact the day we developed awareness,
Of our crotches and what is contained therein,
We came to grab something to hide,
That we can now tailor and more,
Shows that we have not only leaped,
A mile in physical security,
But also developed abashed ness with abundant clarity.
Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 83
Darkness darkened atmospheric blue to at most 95? I suggest
At least there is always a clue to a path of light darkness can't arrest
Sound's symphony can't beat its echo no matter how loud
So will the sky not be fully darkened to blackout the cloud
How time will never get to the zenith of every handed crime
Unless it doesn't live in document accessible enough to sublime
No matter how, there is always a fact unknown to be let out
Just like the sport players' qualities cant be all open to a scout
We see with diverse mind and reason with varied eyes
At the surface, beyond it and in-between its melting pointwise
Is that a song to take to heart wooing worries cum forgiveness?
Or you are just been much of thinking without assertiveness
For reasonable ideology wont take away exposition
Quality enough to make do with in this dispensation
Rather than taking alcoholic enduring doctrine considerably
That doesn't trend with modernity in which we live intolerably
In stupidity for them who do not have our interest
Doing same but complaining we have really digressed
Norms they downloaded into our own blessed system
Growing by it has been growing over time weird spams
Knowing how low NO trace matter of less regard
In the hands of sense smartly keeping calm not to lose guard
Forging happiness signature on freedom paper
Nailing enticing scenes promoting the tease in time as wallpaper
Putting sense in place of noble spirit dealing all round
In a cool warning tone before beats would snatch the sound
Confuse in colourful scenario caging reasoning on what to stand for
To bless the shallow sense in its short reflection to the core
See how sense packaged sin in most hearts
Only few hands caress the fastened days troubles a rare arts
What would you say
is the opposite of music therapy?
Oh, probably some way too loud
dissonant cacophany mess
of intolerably angry and frightening
bombastically hateful noise.
Why do you ask?
Just wondering if it's just me
who sees and hears sounds of war
against peace advocating music therapy
in some synergetic harmonic way.
Who would you think is the least multicultural musical
therapeutic personality
on the US nationalistic scene?
Oh my!
We have so many loud
self-promoting voices
preferably unsung
quite so publicly.
But, one who blare and twitter Trumpets
his anti-therapy voice
more than others
does come to painful mind
and oppressed heart.
Yes,
for me as well.
On the other hand,
a couple of dance and family health therapists
come to mind
on the more positive side
of healthy faith in music healing depth of tone
and hue
and liberating interdependent cry.
I hope we hear
healing antidotes,
less minor keys
more resonant resounds
of deep learning resilience
mid-term sooner
than full-term dissonance.
I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door.
I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of those heavy strides of pain,
Resolute where tears and anxiety meet.
I nurse a weird thought that I’ll encounter
An intolerably inquisitive eye as I saunter
Past every low stretch of panicky ground,
Curious whereto my swift legs are bound.
It will be a hastily embarked on walk to far
Climes cast between two impossible walls:
Meanest Fate on dim life's left-handed end,
Luck posted on shinier side of such fracas.
At seven-thirty in the chilly morn’s breeze,
I’ll roam wherever Destiny’s winds please!