Best Possession Poems
Without fencing, she tended her vegetable garden.
An openness rested in an unknown place.
A fragrant, floral scent rendered her pardon,
as well as a monarch butterfly's chase.
His wings so free, a challenge for seizing,
her legs took off beyond the unexplored.
He held a flower for a moment, self pleasing,
Her forward leap was a successful afford.
For a moment she held this forbidden treasure
pressed betwixt twig-like fingers.
Though only her own, not a mutual pleasure,
a moment's wispy flutters in her palm still lingers.
She longed to bottle him, a living possession,
but eagerness squeezed her childlike dream.
A chrysalis no longer, no cocoon impression,
but powderlike flakes devoid of a scream.
Her treasure dissolved, her heart partly broken,
though the air holds another butterfly.
She retraced her steps, each flower a token
of curiosity's feat and feet gone awry.
It started as a whisper, faint,
A voice that slithered through my brain.
Not my own, but just as clear,
A presence lurking ever near.
At first, a shudder down my spine,
A fleeting thought that wasn’t mine.
Hands that moved without command,
Footsteps shifting in the sand.
My mouth would form a stranger’s sound,
Words escaping, unprofound.
My mirror’s face, though still my own,
Reflected something not alone.
I fought with will, with endless dread,
A war inside my weary head.
Yet every day, it took its claim,
My mind was dark, my soul felt maimed.
And then one night, no battle came,
No voice, no force, no phantom’s name.
Just silence where the echo stayed—
Was I the one who’d been betrayed?
Had I fought, or had I fled?
Was I me… or was I dead?
Twisted and taunted,
I stood in the wintry path where
sparkling silver slivers of mercury
searched for their brethren
to merge as one.
Colder than my path, a clammy cold
from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds
coming from the chill of the grave,
and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones
and freezing my soul.
Its harshness racked me as balls in a triangle –
trapped with no escape but for the staff
on the muted shape at my side.
The chill soon left my body as I was filled with the heat
of a thousand flames that rose intensely blue, not quite white-hot.
As the flames moved toward the now fiery shape
beside me, they drew me through and pushed my heated blood
throughout my body and the sinister shape smirked
as it swept into me as charged lightening, the flames
now indigo-violet.
My mind burned and turned to blackness as dark as
the edge of the universe.
It filled my bones with molten lead and turned my blood
to a roaring, raging volcanic lava flow.
I bent, not knowing what to do, not caring,
no longer feeling or thinking.
A tiny smoldering snowflake flickered red inside me
and quickly faded into hot intensity.
I was anyone, anything, other than myself –
lost and guided by the entity now residing within.
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
Her dreams are filled with mystery
and echoes in the night
Whispers heard inside a mist
that draw her from the light
She feels her strength begin to wane
each time he calls her name
He uses all his powers
to control her in his game
Each night the sweet seduction
pulls her more into a trance
His faraway embrace
like an intoxicating dance
She knows she can’t resist him
even though she often tries
But when she looks upon his face
she’s lost inside his eyes
The blood that burns inside his veins
possesses a great power
An ancient curse which rules him
makes him hunger and devour
And when he holds her in his arms
she never can resist
The force which fuels his lust
is felt inside his deadly kiss
you now possess me
cover me with your blanket
earth caress my soul
Writing affects your brain!
So all I want to do is write craftier and harder,
Using supercharged thoughts, converted from quantum data,
Letting it rain, running through my veins,
Seen, then caught by my Pen and paper that’s always on me,
The greater angels oversee thee,
In possession of the master key,
Fallen angels, demons, detect and pursue with greed wanting me,
So they can see what’s foreseen, by this writers understanding intellect,
So it’s time!!!! Weighty refined rhymes for the intellectual elect, on cloud nine,
Like Tetris, placing written strands in unity as motion proceeds crisper,
The earthly “menace to society”, with whispered inwards idea’s from the word gods,
Applauding the poetry lord underdogs, fast forward and pause,
This brains the world’s future source and the chosen land,
Literally the wisest literature outbursts expanding like the universe,
Taking it back, diverse and old school,
Home of the jewels but still dwelling with satanic obstacles,
These blanket ya soul and misrule like church rules,
Instead on to it, using powerful tools switching it up with upward techniques,
On a streak lasting a long life time as I tweak these unique axioms that the devils immortals seek,
Tardily as earth entities are weak, sickly sleepy, becoming known truths to some like a Wikileak,
Squeaky clean proverbs throwing curve balls you can’t engage with, no sophisticated athletic semantics,
Quick with my sixth sense, I won’t settle for second, I’m the dark horse,
So with force I wanna go harder and harder, become smarter and remove haver,
Keeping sharper, one hundred, an addict going out as a world class poetic martyr,
Hard to understand letter acrobatics, stacking up linguistic equations like mathematics,
I attack and fill up sacks with goodies, the giver like your Santa, this is my Mantra wrapped and delivered.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 28.5.2016
Put it down to a grey-haired obsession;
Participles are a vexed question.
Even though it sounds quaint,
Elegant it ain't,
Robbing gerunds of their possessions!
Prized Possession
When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women
Or was it just men who became afraid
Trapping and turning beauty into ***********
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession
There was once spiritual prowess in her nakedness
Once long ago
The symbol of womb and breast
Gave birth to life
And a possession was once the sexual expression
Of both women and men
Connecting
Copulating
In an essence of a spiritual unity
Defined by the pleasure both received
In giving to life
So how did sex become a sin
Dirtied by morals
And then sold in a tin
Of instant readily affordable self gratification
When did your own sexuality
Become a commodity
For them to sale
And poor Eve, lead mankind to ruin
And she alone made responsible for the fall from Eden
So shall she pay the price in cultural centuries
Of Christian and Muslim oppression
Such is the weakness of men
That by muscle alone defends them
Such is the weakness of men
That their God must of course; be a man
Such is the weakness of men
That in the face of beauty
It must be their possession
Such is my contempt of those men
Who cannot comprehend
Where their own lives began
And who’s wives and daughter now exists
In a poor excuse for love and worship
Trapping and turning beauty into ***********
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession
Inspired by Brandy Megens poem “News at 5”
POSESSION
The astral priest saw that the time had come
To finally invoke an Aztec god,
He left his family and Friends behind
To go to Tlaxcala on the day of the wind
To call Quetzalcoatl with bone flute and drum.
Then when Venus shone through a lens
On a shattered stone ruin six hundred years old,
He stood by high columns engraved
With scenes from the lives of the gods,
The moon glinting occultly on onyx and gold.
His feathered cape and the jaguar mask
He wore began moving all on their own,
The eagle claws strapped to his wrist
Shook with anger, with passion and pride.
The Lady of the Serpent Skirts
Howled in the bowels of limestone caves,
And in the hall of Smoking Mirrors
Tezcatlipoca took aim at the Sun.
Double-headed feathered serpents
Coiled about the calender stone,
And even the pavement ‘pon which he stood
Rang with the spells of ancient wizards.
Then to his shock a crackle of lightning
Leapt up his spine and burst in his brain,
And then the hot fire assaulting his nerves
Sent him convulsing with terror and joy.
The god was demanding, he urged the priest
To climb out of his skin and leap into flame,
To cook his heart well as a meal for the gods,
To break all his limits - surrender at once
To waste not a second, but ride the tornado,
To seize the anaconda and tame it with a glance,
To penetrate flint with his fingers and eyes
To enter volcanoes and dance on the boiling
Magma within the Earth’s orange cleft,
To be at once an atom and star,
To see all Space as the ground of Being.
And then to fall screaming into the Abyss.
From somewhere out of the silence came drumming,
The drumming of shamans invoking spirits,
Guardian spirits of wolves and crows
Gathering round to aid the priest.
And then at last he knew whence the drumming,
Just the rain pounding the roof of his skull.
Lightning lit a fire
And drifting off to sleep the flames revealed
Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca
Fought their way through thirteen hells.
Their warriors, the Eagle and the Jaguar knights,
Exchanged obsidian butterflies.
The feathers wafting in the wind
Became the crimson clouds at dawn.
A cool scented breeze caressed his neck,
Raindrops gleamed on a spider’s web,
Sunlight filled the turquoise sky.
Forgetting you seems so difficult for me
Everytime I remember what you did to me
And now I cry so hard in bed
Regretting all the things that I did
Having you in my life was a big mistake
And I never thought my life you'd shake
To be with an egocentric bastard like you
Everything turned out bad and untrue
Loving you is what I've learned so easily
Only if I knew that you don't deserve me
Vanish were all my hopes and dreams
Ease the pain inside with a loud scream
How I wish you'll go to hell
Or suffer the worst there is to tell
Pretty much regretting now my situation
If only I had known I'll
End up with a worthless possession
~Chrisna Vergara
In the deep pond
What is being sojourned
Between Valentine’s rod?
my dearest my nearest
my desire seen the clearest
my love my heart
my dream forever sought
my hope my wish
my picture of bliss
my aim my goal
my love so many times told
my precious my child
mine for a little while
my best my blessed
my truest tenderness
my kiss my carress
my world nothing less
my loss my gain
my wisdom born in pain
my turn my chance
my desprite try at romance
my screams my tears
the death that i most feared
my coveted my adorned
my possession forlorned
mine for a little while
oh how i miss your smile
The biochemical reactions occurring in the brain right now
Make your amygdala want to prick the sympathetic into action.
The byproducts run through your atria and into the ventricles
And spread like a flash flood to the smallest of nooks.
A warm rush of raw energy flows through and out of your hands
Leaving an aura that clings to your newest shirt...
Exarcerbating the penumbra that already exists
Within your frame of reference.
Hypertension and dreams of floating through currents of electrons,
All the while, the ad infinitum feeling that the soul has adjusted position-
Songs pour through electromagnetic constructs to pierce your perceptions-
The visage of cupid smiling with dead eyes on a dollar-store box of chocolate.
The neurotransmitters are altered out of their usual inertia;
They now are merely transportational devices for the conquering party.
Centrifugal in such a self-centered way.
The plight of the old now transmutated into something preparing for new entropy.
Sighs on the window create condensation-
Draw a heart with a metal tipped piece of wood driving straight through it;
Keep breathing on the window to bring the image back to life.
Timing is like cesium atoms spilling in between your longitudinal rifts.
You lips
so close, so promising
awe-inspiring
inviting
enticing
If only...
I sigh
I die
to everything else
but this
wondering...
ah....wondering...
what it would be like
to touch
to taste
to...kiss
But...why the silence?
When did the last word fade?
Have you noticed my gaze?
Have I given myself away?
My heartbeat, a frenzied pace
as my eyes travel up your face
What a disgrace
If I see indifference
Apathy...
that would be
the end... the end of me
my demise
I search your eyes
only to see
hungry desire
unguarded need
looking down at me
You move in closer
hand cupping my cheek
as your thumb runs over my lips
a wordless plea
asking me
to let desire break free
Unsure, you lower your hand
mine stops its decent
holding it up to my face
Lightly, I close my lips
over your finger
My first kiss
Here's yours answer
my willing surrender
In one swift motion
You pull me close
as your lips close over mine
I'm lost in the sublime
Sweeter that any fantasy
this here and now reality
We're meant to be
One
Body to body
soul to soul
possession the goal
What you do
makes me whole
As you come up for breath
your lips brush against my cheek
I feel faint...I feel weak,
but you hold me fast
as you whisper in my ear
"I'm going to make you mine.
All....mine."
I press in closer
yielding..
molding myself to you
"But darling," I pant
I am...
already...
yours."
Eileen Manassian
Inspired by the kdrama Lovestruck in the City
Starting Ji Chang Wook