Best Shallowly Poems
upon the painted grains of sea
I posted dreams of a candy-cane
barely on the verge of belief, we
drown myself to sleep in a bed of insane
within the breathing skin of a canvas
you rub your brokenness into my heart
shallowly I drift to clean up the mess
that neither of us would ever start
Categories:
shallowly, love
Form:
Rhyme
Side by side we lay,
She breathes shallowly
and I feel her chest rise
slowly, gently against my body
her breasts press against my side
And I quiver, electricity shoots through my nerves
quickening my heart and melting me into warmth
i watch her peaceful in her sleep
at rest, safe and unflinching beside me
I touch her silken hair, so soft
she is the image of beauty
An angel without mercy
Flawless creature - lips calling quietly
To be captured and enthralled
I am a prisoner of her spell
I brush her skin with my fingertips
It is so hard not to touch her
But I keep my hands back
refraining from roaming where they long to go
drawing circles down her belly and lips
aching to kiss every line of her skin
her breasts warm beneath my hands
squeezed and nipples flicked
and then brought against hungry lips
Where I would suck on them,
softly and then harder until she were squirming
whimpering as Id drag my lips down her body
over every curve licking the honey from her skin
Until reaching that luscious spot between her thighs
and gently spreading her to her surprise
my tongue dancing a million ways
diving deep to surface quickly for air
and dive down, down into her taste
kissing her thighs and nibbling her softness
and the taste of her skin makes me high
I do everything not to let myself get carried away
And yet watching her sleep is sexy to me
I lie beside her, wet and warm
aching to touch her, aching down below
where I want her to touch me
And make love with her for the first time
I'm squirming more every second I look at her
The need to love her ever growing
The need to leave and step away from this insanity
And yet I already know I wont leave her side
I'd suffer for eternity if it meant keeping this right
Categories:
shallowly,
Form:
Free verse
Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks
Sculpting melding seeping
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping morphing
Formation created solid black rock ground
Steamy is the water of the magmatic oceans deep
Risen layers pillow topped stacked slowly in the chill
Solidifying new earthen life pushed through to a crusted rebuild
Slowly in the unseen depths where land is consuming sea
Wisps of wind waves whistle with gaseous fumes
Lofting liquid red as golden orange fissures spread bloody fires
Inches measured by millimeters mold metals magical blaze
Wild widening of gaps shallowly engraved a blackened glaze
Obsidian wasteland of a treacherous expanse gathered island life
Reflective surfaces weathered time breaking down rock to sand
Erosive washing of corrosive materials gritty consumed by forces of nature
Natural is the condensing of observatory images in the fluid eyes of man
Inspired by 'It's Elemental' By Carole Duet
Categories:
shallowly, creation, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Sun hindered sultry earth, wet mound of mossy growth,
Cast to my grave way too early, untold secrets held by oath.
My cross bearing name, years untold, vines they wind,
Loved ones, lost souls crying, constrained, I’ve left behind.
Placed six feet under, to reside, by wronged eternal shame,
Respect shallowly given, bare tombstone, initialed name.
Unkempt, desolate, outskirts, socially banished bed I lay,
Once disclosed, a man’s untold secret, during night times fallen day.
Provoking sudden panic, with “vulgar lies” by fortunes truth,
“Prove it” flame torches burned, sovereign citizens, absent ruth.
Those ideas came and went, a mistake, to share such knowledge,
A frightened small town life, unjust powers screamed abolish.
Unleashed a fears throne devil, tied up “witch”, my smoke stack burned,
Inherited genes my sisters gathered, a unions threat, conversed they learned.
A gift of genuine beauty, I’ve stood behind these sorcerers lives,
Through times suspicious husbands, to life’s ‘all knowing’ cautious wives.
For my sisters they kept quiet, by sustained years, their families grew,
Long lived our families secret, a blood lined “witch”, for all she knew.
Overgrown vines for years have passed, Salem nights as they have changed,
Life’s seasons, predicted secrets, no longer provoked by fears deranged.
For these vines is all that’s held me, natures embrace casted shadow,
Death speaks, my lingered voice, unspoken truth will not forego.
Not ruled by judgements nature, for in me their roots have grown.
Unseen, my weathered head stone, dressed in vines, I’m not alone,
A child’s future, my leaves unraveled, jaded visions to them I give,
My torture speaks, a hidden tombstone, the Salem witch in you, I live.
Over grown with Vines- Poetry Contest
Dated 10-04-2016
Categories:
shallowly, family, grave, halloween, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
I will lie on a bed breathing shallowly, then suddenly depart.
In an instant all of my possessions will be yours.
Only then will you see what a slob I was.
~TH~
Categories:
shallowly, death, fun, funny, humor,
Form:
Epigram
it courses through my mind it burns
covers all the thoughts the yearns
brings me numbness, seeks to tank it
covers grief, a warm soft blanket
clears all thoughts and brings relief
brings surcease to all my needs
the mind is shadowed, quiet'd a bit
agony covered, a brief respite
all thoughts of pain all melancholy
are thrown away, however shallowly
raise a cheer, a hearty shout
to the chemistry effect
to mind's temp' rout
when soul wails, begs dark dampers
to this ye turn, the mind's dark hamper
shriek and gnash and clamor for comfort
but turn to this, and find warm summer
I cling to thee and enter thy place
sobbing, begging, to your embrace
Categories:
shallowly, depression, fantasy, introspectiondark, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Trainspotting
isn’t fun
not when she’s dead tired
arms of jelly
ears full of tears
baby wants
baby wants
pick the kids up
from school
strawberry jam
sandwiches uneaten
traffic jam
ma I’m hungry
baby wants
baby wants
make the dinner
bake the cake
bun in the oven
bending over
nightly shapes
the body pays the price
of new-born joy
headache
joyless
thankless
throb
9 to 5
paced out
on the kitchen floor
supermarket
chicken would be good
baby wants sweets
5 o’clock
tick tock
train halfway
baby straps
double check
throb
in at seven
should be six-thirty
commuter widow waits
for the daily rebirth
a partnership
what a day I’ve had love
he shallowly sits
TV
dinner
bed
make the shapes
if both are able
how did it come
to this
nearly dawn
where’s his tie
I used to be a woman
intelligent
bright
outgoing
he used to be a man
wide-eyed
unpredictable
caring
no time to care now
we used to be together
in this
this mess
baby just wants a hug
the question you didn’t answer
what’s left
?
when reality robs us of dreams
what do you see in me
lined
fatter
turning sour
at being cheated
and then depressed when
I realise I cheated myself
out of a better life
what’s left
over
?
what do you see
when you look at me
settlement
or
excitement
is it still there
is it still detectable
after all that has passed
baby wants
baby wants
baby wants a hug
Categories:
shallowly, absence, life, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
repugnant or pleasant invoker of memory
run from or run too
can make you sleepy or give you energy
If unsure, shallowly breathe a preview
Tell me now how does it smell to you
Categories:
shallowly, senses,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Oh this poem is good, very good.
So unrevealing with its likelihood
of ideal rhythm –
I like its theme.
Oh ideas, these ideas I’m having, falling from behind,
Are whirling shallowly in my mind.
These consonants are diverging away from my head;
These vowels, are these vowels alive or dead?
This rhyme, going with the beats of my heart,
fleetingly, these bombastic words, pure art,
shaking me, what are they trying to say?
It’s midnight for heaven’s sake, I’m slumbering;
Are these poesy ideas here to stay? . . . Certainly not –
Maybe I should just wake up from the land of nod
and jot them down in case I miss a line,
Or forget a word that rhymes with shine.
Categories:
shallowly, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
No need to mention any of the names of those who ask me, “Why so quiet, James?”
In truth, I’m quiet since I do not choose to shallowly discuss the evening news,
to idly chat about weather reports or wager over who should win at sports.
And why reveal the details of my life to those caught up in private griefs and strife,
who listen just to items they can use to gossip, harbor ill, taunt or abuse,
or those who, learning of me, would dismiss as crazy anything that runs amiss
to attitudes with which they feel at home and scoff at the suggestion they might roam
beyond the kind of life they’ve preconceived or outside of the faith they have believed?
Why waste a discourse on those without will, to whom stupidity’s a social skill?
And why discuss philosophy and art, or matters even closer to my heart,
or, with light-hearted wit, why try to start with those whose highest humor is a fart?
This is really why I’m quiet today, though, “... just tired, I guess,” is all I’ll say.
Categories:
shallowly, on work and workinglife,
Form:
Couplet
There are hands that extend.
Crookedly they creep, their twisted branches reaching for me.
Decaying twigs resemble fingers, fingers that coil in midnight locks.
Ebony hallow, where the beast bay’s at the alabaster moon.
A scarlet cape tattered and worn.
The air is dense, it chokes with stench.
Things rot that lay shallowly buried.
Ebony hallow, where spirits wonder.
Aimlessly they moan with restlessness.
Petrifying specters.
In ebony hallow, blood runs deep.
Rivers of red, bedrock drenched in vibrant shades of rouge.
It numbs you, your senses heightened, the feeling of being hunted intrusive.
God rest your soul shall you ever enter the woodlands where foul play.
Ebony hallow, a cold October, an unforgiving fate.
Categories:
shallowly, courage, dark, deep, dream,
Form:
Ballade
There is an irrepressible field of thought
We learn resiliently better
more profoundly together
than competitively
and shallowly apart.
We feel better
in eco/ego-therapeutic teams
more than as isolated egocentric wanderers
more eccentric
than supported by nurturing environments
ego/eco-centrically populated
with WinWin players.
EcoCentric thoughts
informing EgoHealthy beliefs,
feelings
and resonant practice
practice
praxis;
Ego-disciplines of WinWin TeamPlay
are nutritional regimes,
health frames,
wealthy multicultural dialectals
For ecological Left-YangStrength
and theo-sensory Right-YinFlow equivalence
Conversing within WiseElder freedoms
to playwork and roleplay
what SolarGod might say
about baking out inhumane pathologies
with His retributive
and unkindly blind
patriarchal justice.
While EarthSoul Gaia RightYin
holds matriotically up
her restorative eco/ego-justice Northern fractal face.
DNA staring wave-linear
ultra-violetly back
into WiseElder RNA octaves
of harmonic deep learning revolutionary health,
secularly resilient
and sacredly resonant,
and together curiously integrative sanity
yet something of a creolic stew.
Steaming streaming with integrity nutritional images
through this post-millennial healthy field of time,
of thought
We deep relearn
our Left-Right EarthSoul
Yang/Yin ecology best
as WiseElders
cooperatively North-Teamed
self with resonantly plotting others,
eco-therapeutic discoverers
of healthier ZeroZone landscapes
WinWin
inside Yin
Gaia's EarthSoul of Integrity,
With outside YangGod SolarSpirit
of Universal PositivEnergy Democracy
ZeroZone Earth
WinWin Original
Nutritional
Intent.
Gaia EarthRights
with LeftYang reiterating and evaluating
competing ZeroSum waste streams
and group string theories
of bilaterally explicitYang
implicitYin sacred deep listening Time.
There remains a resiliently resonant field
of Left with Right dipolar thought
We learn
economically and politically and psychologically better
cooperatively together
than too Yang-competitively apart.
Categories:
shallowly, caregiving, deep, education, environment,
Form:
Political Verse
Vengeance Is The Sweetest Nectar
What will it take for the dawning of the truth,
Deny all the gutter trips, mangled by your sweet tooth.
Deceipt, and deception, immerse eternaly into luster,
Aroused by the desire to possess, a longing to bluster.
Shallowly, you held your head high, for respect of ones friends,
A reputation with-held so proudly, you'd die in the midst,to defend.
Frauds, phonys, imposters, you choose years of bona fide passion,
YOu disregard, shunned, from your heart entirely, second hand out-of-date
fashion.
When the time finally hails, to the angels whom doomed upon that
May,
You treasure their memories, cry vengeful loyal tears, on the fifteenth day.
Then forgotten, the meaning of life, of family, of the upmost respect,
Your pride over powered, the once, beliefs you selfishly grew to neglect.
When needed the most, their words retire so careless,
To an unhonest path, out to get you, conspiring for vengeful consequence,
leaving your soul airless.
I told you they lie, to your face, to gain ground you once dominated,
Step into the archway of heavens true path, love your son, the one that supported,
number one nominated.
Categories:
shallowly, father, forgiveness, son, longing,
Form:
Time is not justly counted by increments...
like a pie all crust can have space without filling
it disappoints –
too much wasted by reluctant planning –
few visions of living ever leaving the station of
Excursion – like a dynasty of tempting brochures culminating in
tenure, that far more brave and less credentialed travel faithfully
outright...
Triumph's Reckless Youth vs Pompous Charted Night
such licensed surveyors expose dark by tiny bits called
stars, seeing only seconds, oblivious to stuffed longer
gigantic days' leaps packed into uncharted universes
time shallowly used is soul
and spirit only outside basted,
exterior roast__toast
while the bloody inside
left yearning release,
for its surface~ burning!
when time is too contemplated,
measured, set in plates of orderly
rations – seasoned but only tasted
(a belly denied lumps of glutenous
impulsive passions)
it is a written novel
with no real claims
to glory....
Time then...is only Time
dimly expressing God's timeless
true story
Categories:
shallowly, courage, day, faith, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Draw a straight line shallowly within the beach sand
The world is on the other side but I have your hand.
Step over it and were both off and running
Take a deep breath the wave is coming
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
You jumped right in but left your print behind
Did the water help to clear your mind
Your soul aches from the long swim
But you must keep going if you want to ever win
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
You made it there in one piece to the other side
There I was waiting for you with my heart open wide
You conquered it all on your own both fear and doubt
You know you had in you all the time but isn’t that what life is all about
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
Categories:
shallowly, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme