Best Push Out Poems
Streetlight shadows, sentinals of the night
Give up their posts
Secrets safe
Crescent Moon, Venus in tow
Sighs its last breath
Waning on the horizon
Newspapers flop at doors, car exhaust
Once more bubbles
In the sunrise
Thoughts of commerce, or lack of it
Fill heads with coffee
Below the bridge, alongside the river
Ducks push out a few feet
Stirred by the homeless
Searching for firewood
Lights flicker in tall buildings
Hoping this will be the day
My thoughts turn to rhubarb pie
In season now
Freshly
Baked.
I’m going to possess you as I undress you
Peel away every other dream
Layers of broken promises
That cover your heart
Fall to the floor
There with your shirt
Discarded they lie
Crumpled
I unbuckle your belt
That binds
The failed romance
I pull away from your being
In my firm grip
Suspended in space
For a time
Enough for you to see
My relish as I let it drop
With eyes fixed up at you
I unbutton each inhibition
That keeps your tenderness
concealed
Forcing the covering down to the ground
Helping you kick it away
As I reach for what you hide
There inside
I uncover your strength
Now evident, seen
I take possession of you
Bit by bit
As I take you in
And push out every other thought
Of anyone you ever sought
I....take....possession
Yes!
Keep your eyes WIDE OPEN
Don’t think
Don’t blink
I’m here
Look at me
LOOK AT.....ME!
In my eyes
No lies
No disguise
I mesmerize
Hypnotize
Make you VISUALIZE
ME
My flowing back hair
Your only true covering
All you'll need
I feed
Feel me take control
Body, mind, and yes….I'll take your soul
As I devour you whole
I nibble and taste
Not a bit of haste
Hearing you beg and plead
In need
Now….
yes….now...
F~**R~**E~**E~**D*****
FREED!!!!
And I sigh
Satisfied
I see you crumple
As down you lie
Depleted of self
Depleted of her
Depleted of everything
Everything but me
P O S S E S S E D!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
When you dig deep down into your heart what is it that you find?
Do you feel who you are?
When I search mine I don’t find feelings of any kind
Are they just dormant?
Or am I just blind?
Have they been extinguished forever?
Have they been taken prisoner by these chains that bind?
Hopefully they will come back someday soon so I can feel again
I need them to help push out the thunderstorm that dominates my mind
A traced path you walk on
the hands of God lend in motion a Light
you cross the heart of Nature
overflowed... at a loss!
overlapped are your worlds
ever entranced are your words.
The call, not whispered, neither spelled
just an urge... a push out of nowhere
to an open wide gate of fate.
Nameless is your state
dismantled are the pieces inside
your heart loses its mind
your mind evades its head
your soul hypnotized!
Many a hole roaming your very whole
nothing under control
everything tempting to the bone.
None to blame!
How to flee the strain?
What can a soul serve to silence the whinge?
What can a mind consider to contain a pain?
What can a heart attain to remain sane?
None to blame!
The gleam of Faith blesses you awake
to a truth, one only truth
you wane trying to conceive
what you cannot perceive.
Surrender and seize the spark
radiate serene bliss
held together and blessed is your soul.
The water in my glass trembles
as my giant marches near.
It comes to me without much warning…
just suddenly appears.
The air becomes too thick,
like trying to breathe in mud.
My heart speeds up so fast…
a continuous, pounding THUD!
Then I know my giant is racing
to catch me in his grasp.
The tears begin,and that is when
the dread inside’s unmasked.
I can see him clearly now,the fear that always hides…
and seems to only slither forth when all else is just fine.
My giant has a henchman, a sneaky little guy,
who tunnels like a rat, to whisper in my mind.
“Your heart can't take much more! You can't catch your breath! You are going to die,my friend, or faint and make a mess.”
Yes, anxiety's my giant,and even though I know,
that I needn't worry, it's out of my control.
I love the Lord and trust Him.
There's just one little thing…
Anxiety's an illness,that happens in my brain.
I continue praying, asking for healing but,
this isn't something I get to decide to push out of a rut.
And Depression is a monster!!
Not just a giant or foe…
it is an illness also ,not just feeling kinda low.
So be careful when judging another's giant,
I have heard it said..
We don't throw stones at our friends…
but at the Giants’ head!
With her in my sight,
Her breast did i long to clasp.
Then,did her display elate me,
But now she'd wroth a story.
The radiance of her eyes,
Toss me around like a dice.
And when she push out her lips,
In enjambment did my hand give them tips.
Then,her gown swept away locality,
But none can again fit her charity.
Her beauteous beauty and it sorts,
Is now away from me: virus bought.
Oh,how i wish i can again clasp your breast?
And again peacefully on my pillow with you have a rest.
C.2017
Another Old Piece of Writing. I was 18 when I wrote this one
Too many thoughts, I see
Frustration inspired writer’s block,
Eyes red and pulse racing
A word is heard, my mind locks,
Pencil tapping and imagination free
I am evil, I feed on hate,
My original nature is calling me
To fight it now is much too late,
My name is fear, eyes are dark
Anger flows through me like a flood,
My hand begins to write it away
As I glide through seas of bad blood,
I push out innocence and embrace loathing
My nightmares copy my breathing,
Verse after verse is brilliantly written
My creativity thrives, my soul is bleeding,
For a moment my nature is free
Briefly my darkness causes fear,
the trembling hand finishes the verse
Reminding me of goals I am near,
As anger becomes restrained again
The finished piece deserves fame,
For to be the best, I release the real me
Thus, anger and creativity are exactly the same
Skimming on a film surface
of a slow-motion river
I'm a clear tear on a
delicate twig balancing like a dancer-
Side to back to side, gliding, riding,
the brief sense of belief
in what's underneath.
I dive in below the water
My mind floats gracefully above sky
to cold blue, black, then light...
No need for eyes, open or shut
Blindness extinguished by brilliance.
My breath paints strokes of God in my lungs
I push out a guttering cry
Now, inhaling now.
Hey, you little boy with the hole in your shoe!
Yeah, you who thinks the whole world is
Looking down on you!
Straighten up those shoulders, stick out that chin,
That's right, keep on trying again and again!
Push out that chest, hold that head up high,
Things will go your way, by and by!
So they're pushing you aside - no, don't you cry.
Keep on trucking, forget that sigh...strut your stuff, prove you're a man, you can do it, I know you can!
Now it don't matter that your clothes are tattered and torn,
With a little faith you can still go on...to the top of the heap,
Come on boy stride, but I can't promise that
it won't tax your pride, and no, I can't promise it will be an easy ride.
Come on, little boy, you with the bow in your knee,
Push on, push on and some day you'll be free...
Of care, of want, of those shoes with the hole,
but promise me you won't sell your soul.
Reach out your hand, hold on to faith and trust,
Come on little fellow, do it or bust!
Climb out of that ghetto - aim for the top, and in the face of adversity, don't you dare stop!
Just remembr God loves you and so do I,
And things will get better if you just try!
Cynthia
Justifying hateful thoughts, letting others sink their talk
Useless looking in the mirror, when the reflection won't come nearer
Sitting on so many cries; i'm so fat, i'm so ugly, how is it that a person will want me?
Tilting opinion to a right; not everyone can please your sight
Let me in, let me out, show me confidence, push out doubt
Over repeat to yourself: How can one love you if you don't love yourself?
View out the media and suck in your power; If you know it you'll walk like a tower
Erase self agression and draw out strength; no one hurts more than yourself
Make it with in your heart and you will flow out through your mind
Easy loving, time is humming, go and grow your pride!
Autumn is fallen leaves,
the shoots push out from a gap of rocks that still covered
with yester-year’s snow, by a brook runs carrying melting ice;
it grows to a tree struggling though long and wearisome summer days
beaten by fierce heat all the day and the night.
And in that way, when the summer’s long days move to west
shoved by the west wind and dye a corner of the sky to red,
the leaves also become red and move to the west following
the waning sun.
And when the tree becomes not able
holding the weight of the west wind that comes hurriedly
pushing the weakening sun rays aside and violently shakes
the limbs the leaves fall to the ground and men, because
the leaves fall, I suppose, call it autumn.
The leaves breaking to pieces under feet,
rolling on the ground pushed by the wind
and drifting along on the water are dead leaves
and humming with the decaying season watching
those autumn leaves is a touching requiem.
The strength of a woman should not be taken for granted
Nor should it be misunderstood
It is not that she can't, for she has proven she could
The woman is uplifted by the compliments spoken
Yet torn from deceit of her heart being broken
The hurt of a woman lies within, hides within, cries within
Her smile comforts her pain
As she chose never to run away from the rain
From your stupidity, you try your best to bring her down
And now her uncertainty is shown through a frown
Shake it off, are you serious? Don't ever stoop that low
Of allowing that man control of removing your smile and glow
The strength of a woman is revealed from one who fell down
Was pushed down, knocked down, yet did not stay down
Now she began to look up, get up, climb up, stand up, and stay up
The strength of a woman, don't try to understand
Just know the power of a woman cannot be taken by man
Her future holds many possibilities that are fitted like a cap
She knows her destination without a navigation system or map
She is now the astronaut, the lawyer, the CEO and the cook
Her life is observed by many for she has written her own book
The strength of a woman to push out a life and pull a heavy load
Are some of the many stories of her journey to be told
Who is this woman that she can choose
To pick from her closet different types of shoes
Yes, 3 inch heels, they hold it all
All the weight and burdens she carries when she stands tall
Through persistence, perseverance and determination
She was able to overcome, the outcome, with little income
Which shows just how she has BECOME the woman of strength
Punxsutawney Phil thats what the humans call me but all the hedge hogs call me Harry I wish the humans would have call me something simple.
The humans make a big deal out of one day a year my only day of work for the year.
I have to hurry up hurry up Harry you have to get up! Well I am push out of the box
and in thru tunnel to run a if I stop well I hear all the humans yell Punxsutawney Phil
where are you until I have to come out and if I see my shadow well we all know what
that means. The humans will be disappointed for a few more weeks but if I don't the cheer so my job is done either way.
I've watched trees push-out
from soil, the way meteors
reject the planets
and tears from you seep
through the cracks, years
have wasted
the Walrus comes out at
night, their playground I
knew well in my youth
comfort changes shapes,
now it shines purple against
the crater of my soul
The very moment when our worlds met
Our longing for simpler days found rest.
We were two lost travelers knowing the way home
Without saying a word.
The thrum of the bodhran,
Before, almost silent and forgotten,
Pulsed louder, and our smiles danced for each other.
Thunder burst from my chest into yours.
With blinding lightning from your hazel eyes,
The fire in your heart consumed us both
And I was happy to die with you in my arms those nights.
My heart cried in the soothing rain of your beautiful songs,
Calling my very soul to yours.
We smiled in the cool breeze of our shared laughter
Tightly tangled vines reached out from your past
And wound into the memories of shared scars.
Howling like youth in the music of our younger days
We flew through fields of wine, shedding inhibitions.
Painted alone in crowds of bystanders while
Losing ourselves like curious animals.
In silent pillow gazes we had finally come home,
Wondering if our reflection in each other was real.
In each other’s eyes we walked fresh thin paths
And made love in sacred gardens.
Knowing that if it wasn't for our good sense
We would end up in Love.
Reserving only the feelings that we knew were irreversible,
Holding back was our only regret.
Half of my body, my life, and all of my love left with you.
The pain of our last moment together took my breath.
We left each other with only a promise
To hold at night
Until we can be together again.
It won't be long,
It had already been forever.
Then once again these ghost
s that push out of my chest
Will find rest and calm,
And we will sleep again,
As one,
In perfect sunlight.