Best Penetration Poems
“Penetration”
Baby remember this date
For it could one day be great
Unless you prefer to listen to those who hate
Rather than allowing your heart to decide your fate
Even though your mind will surely debate
For the mind functions as a device to translate
Any condition with which the heart can relate
To determine when it has found its mate
Only then can your heart emancipate
Your body to a point where I can penetrate
It deep enough so that our souls may communicate
On a level powerful enough to alleviate
All the pain the mind and body can stimulate
And from this point, we can never deviate
Because this is any soul’s most blissful state
All because there is no reason to manipulate
Because our souls alone have the power to dictate
And our minds and bodies will only appreciate
Our hearts because they chose to congregate
At a time before it became too late
For both minds and bodies to associate
Before Him so that He can generate
A love that has no choice but to graduate
From a place that hatred previously ate
But love lives on because of our ability to consummate
Which takes more than the knowledge of how to fornicate
Because fornication only requires a physical trait
Whereas consummation is served on a spiritual plate
Therefore it is, in many ways, His mandate
Which is why we should never hesitate
Nor should we ever contemplate
Because only through obedience will His blessings accelerate
Our lives on a path that will never deteriorate
Because His grace can only motivate
Any life, instilling goodness at a Heavenly rate
Therefore it is our job to concentrate
So that we will be able to anticipate
When love begins to precipitate
Over our hearts so that we can congratulate
The new soul that our minds and bodies will create
Which is all He put us here for, no matter how long we have to wait
With ease, our nature's
Light, penetrates even the
Darkest of places
My entry into Raul's " Ascension " contest
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Heart break !
Depression!
Family loss!
Its that unworldly
Striking Penetration!
That pulls you beneath
Those fluffy clouds your floating on
(Or as u can say used too)
It's strikes out
the morals
You truly believed
your whole life!
Which quivers through your body
Into your own unique
consciousness!
Over thinking thoughts
of grief into cherishing it!
more as just a weakness!
Showering that special layer of skin
With grueling long cuts and slashes
upon the body
prolonging the pain
and the remembrance
of ones past
it truly is ones
breaking of the heart entirely
The striking penetration of
Persuasion of a mere heart!
Like God amassing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh,
vain potentates, possessed by pride that riches will confer,
depleted pillaged villages in pagan days of old…
With penetration privileges, their fortunes were foretold.
In feudal times, chaste clerics, cloaked, wrapped rings around the mind
with hymns of magic, mystic myths and figurines enshrined,
while blessing bayonet-like blades that mutilate and maim…
With penetration privileges, believers bore no blame.
In search of caramel colonies, some sailors set their sails
to conquer puppet provinces, for sovereignty prevails,
purloining wicked treasure troves which others claimed their own…
With penetration privileges, such sins sustained the throne.
Well, nowadays the quest proceeds, this time for ebon oil,
so peoples once again are caught within the serpent’s coil
and, pierced by fangs of greed and lust, death yields benign escape…
With penetration privileges, you’re free to rip and rape.
We wave the flags and beat the drums and often kneel to pray
to glorify our victories, bold, that happen far away;
but none salute the severed souls impaled upon a pike…
With penetration privileges, the riffraff look alike.
One day the moguls won’t agree on how to slice the pie;
they’ll spit and spat and, tit-for-tat, atomic barbs will fly -
but when the button’s finally pressed, they too will grace the heap…
With penetration privileges, the hole that’s hewn is deep.
penetration.
not the sexual healing, but the painful yet soothing feeling.
feel the sharp rush of pain that trickles up your spine, a reliever of hurt but a maker of scars.
the "only way I can deal with it" type pain, an excuse spoken by a teenager who believes there's 'no way out.'
she stands alone and watches her blood slowly slide down her wrists to her fingertips as she wonders..why?
why she can't live a happy life, she feens.
why her shattered soul is wearing her down to the point where her ability to even move is a struggle, she leans.
why she didn't push him off when he tried to put himself inside her barely-legal year old v****a, she bleeds.
why, at nights, she curled up in bed and felt her warm tears roll down her cold lifeless skin, she dreams.
she now stands in front of the mirror and stares with a blank face.
with no hesitation the sharp object rips through her flesh, releasing the blood used to keep her alive as
she screams! she screams.
she's done.
? I wanna make a change for once in my life ?
she sings.
But can she?
Can she make that change to put down the knife and pick up the book,
the book that guides people through life and helps them open their eyes to look?
Can she love herself enough to not want to be put in a box in-caged between walls, searching for a place to go?
Now that, I don't know.
Throw bold differences that inspire our colorblind eyes and cast themselves out of their opaque truth and discover feeling reality
Everyone feels the crimson hatred that we all burn this world with
Just as the icy blues that we all shatter the earth with
Cleanse our mind’s “eye” with a sudden down pour that leaves the smell of freshly baptized sidewalks spewing perfume like ocean waves in the summertime
It’s warm
It’s soothing
I feel protected somehow
Extend an arm of care outward from the love that we desperately have as others shove us away because they feel unbearably the same
Deep down it makes you smile as it tears a hole in your heart
Trust that unsatisfying grin until your grip gives way to the weight of the world
Something meant well that will never be similarly understood even with perfect vision
It’s friendly
It’s sympathetic
I feel strength inside my one arm raised and a balled fist
these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit
these emotions swimming
indecision is winning
help me --
i've got no mission
help me --
i'm full of rivets
i'm all broke within
my insides
these thoughts crawling
further away from god
you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die
help me --
i'm waking up drowning
help me --
i'm too complicated
And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit
:: 09-28-2018 ::
Deep questions of life
Jab like a knife!
Still missing the God?
Don't be struck by a rod!
Why can't I let myself be
The idiot I'm not you see!