Best Sugarcoated Poems
Douse me in sugar coated lies
Bind me with possessive ties
caress me with that bitter torment
I know your heart is sitting dormant
Kiss me with those poisonous lips
Embrace me with your lethal grip
Compel my mind to now concave
As you Love me deeply to the grave
I’m a wild tulip, bending but
breathing beneath
a star-burnished breeze,
skimming the blazing
silk of supernova dust,
as sirens ricochet through
honeyed silence,
as though no dream has forgotten
the music of my muse,
whilst I sip from
the sky of ethereal ink:
his skin ~ my orbit,
his eyes ~ my ocean,
his lips ~ my universe,
pulling me to the
depths of desire,
for our light sings amidst
stillness that floats through ~
like an aquatic garden,
where water orchestrates
tides of temptation
and trembling tercets,
composing currents
of careful devotion…
O mystical moon,
must I serenade the sparks
that bloom beneath
your cosmic gaze?
I feel the astral frequency
of galaxies within veins,
like whimsical waves touching
the shifting shades
of shimmering silver,
whilst I remain apologetic
for the erased cadence of charm,
unlearned in quietness
amidst unseen constellations,
quivering in sync
with the quintessence
of quenched vows…
I was never a promised island ~
but a forgotten home,
with walls aching to be heard
beyond avoidant acrylics,
framed in rhinestone regrets.
So take me ~ twirl me,
like a swirling sapphire
carrying chaos of celestial flickers,
twisting and teasing
through traveling time of tornadoes…
Forgive me, as I relinquish
the mythical waterfalls,
their addictive affections
falling too fleetingly
for Capricorn captivation.
I am more than a mere vanilla version
of a vision illustrated in loneliness,
sugarcoated in rose-ruffled mists,
when dusk itself
drowned in drumbeats of disarray…
Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.
His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.
He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.
Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.
"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.
Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"
Tame speech with righteousness.
Quiet tongues are blessed.
Their mangled and broken bodies
return home in flag draped caskets.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
while a band plays patriotic
hymns for their services rendered
and a choir to give them a voice.
If I may be so bold to say
that I see no sweetness in death
nor the acclaimed gloriousness
that lyrical poets have penned.
what I see is sugarcoated
rationale for warmongering
dolts. I see no glory in that.
Mortem est pretium bellum.
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
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Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
He could charm anyone
His words
So sweet
The sentiments
Such treats
Tasty
Divine
So fine
He was a charmer
He left behind trails
Of sugared words
That lead up to his home
Made up of candy
Ever so dandy
Enticing
Making the visitor want to take a bite
Sugarcoated delight
Cotton candy rhymes
That would melt in the mouth
But, oh, what is this?
Something spoils the bliss
In a minute or two
A taste different, new
Sweet turns to bitter
Words turn vile
And there goes the smile
Tears melt the cotton candy
Making it gritty, sandy
The truth is out
It’s a house made of doubt
He was such a charmer
But he was really a harmer
Whose candy was striped
With the blood of the hearts
Of those he’d left behind
Eileen Manassian
Disclaimer: I fully realize this is not gender specific. There are charmer/harmers on both sides.
abstract endings pacified
pedestrian beginnings,
save yourself before
you're slap-happy,
choking on interloping bourgeois
mind-control subterfuge
under a darkly cast spell of
plebeian sugarcoated reality,
waxing tween whitewashed rainbow
hues and unicorn attitudes,
beyond uncompromising comeuppances
from behind unglued glossed over walls'
congealed mid exoneration's excuses
I am in love with you!
However I have no idea who I’m talking to
You could be a toad
With light brown skin laying under a rock in the harsh cold
Flowers embed in garden
Yellow petals causing any heart to appreciate and unharden
A touching sentence
That quickens my insides initiating feeling of heightened ease
Sport that energizes
And makes me feel human stimulated push like winning prizes
Characters on stage
Enabling enjoyment of the fictional unfold outside my life cage
Literature that can emerse
Taking me on adventure that can’t occur in reality of my verse
Jesus that still cares
Though I doubt and forget tricked into thinking he gives like others
True love has been tinseled, overrated and sugarcoated so its true form I don’t know
I am a novice; will gladly remain so, rather than partake in the artifice of human show.
Forget that it's all sugarcoated
Accept that you can't quit
Censored, conformed and covered up
Egotistically you won't admit
Because you'll never see how you're
Obsessively checking in
Ordinary people telling lies to you
Knowing you never will win
You might not remember; it was so long ago.
Our memories devise tricks to flush away pain.
But I walk here in the alleys of remorse
During the darkening final days of the year.
I seek to atone for my neglect, all my plunder.
Our life was torn asunder; all my hollow thunder.
I hunger now for any light; it is true.
But I taste your ghostly wounds in the night stew.
Some of my stages of shame perpetually replay.
No amends, no expression of regret relieves them.
Hedonism never realized its promise of pleasure,
A sugarcoated cereal deadening life’s flavor.
Roaming alone through twisting backstreets.
Survival crawled by irritable, temperamental, impersonal,
My sharp edges and dim wit drove me out of bounds.
I was a delinquent turned out at all the sanctuaries.
I lay in exhaustion, my head in my arms.
Something pealed, yes, some sort of carillon
Again, again, chiming, crystal tones climbing.
Notre Dame, Westminster Abby,
A chorus of cathedral bells tolling, extolling
Clear harmonies rolling, springing, showering,
Towering, overpowering, a new belonging,
A new donging, a new righting of wrongs.
Here, spontaneous essence self-assembles,
Deepest being chiming, dinging in time,
The flood and flurry of bells rain down on me.
I can never repair my failed fragments
Returning like a tiresome uncle.
But perhaps I can thrive, fully alive.
Ringing and pinging, singing of my new self.
For all I have failed to be,
I celebrate my outpouring of love,
my season of rapture.
He woke up one day and called it quit,
The perfect engagement ring suddenly doesn’t fit,
The sugarcoated promise I strenuously held close to my heart
Became sour and bitter for I am nothing but a disposable, easily replaceable critter.
I’m imperfect, impulsive and emotionally driven,
I disappointed you at every chance given.
And if you hugged me tight I'd burst into tears,
I'd spill my secrets and my worst fears.
Why blame you when I can reflect your rejection upon myself?
How can I expect you to love me when I don’t even love myself?
Things are happening at small scale
But reactions are on large scale
Just because of sugarcoated humanity
Things are strucking mind
I am not able to find
My life my needs
Forget the deeds
My life is throwing experiences
Earlier then my fellows
Daily analysis tells my mood
I am lost in the wood
Gradually I am understanding
The need of closers
I just love them all
Who cares me who understands me
"You must have known you were wrong when your fingers dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you."
-rupi kaur
searching endlessly for sweetness
you crowded my reasons for letting you go-
sudden heartbreak leaves no room for
sugarcoated delicacies.
-my flavorless goodbyes...
Fictional Write- I love my hubby :)
November 3, 2016
Even I wonder do I buy what I'm
selling, is it the devil's voice but it's
my choice to listen, but there's
harm in searching but that's a lie,
and those lukewarm religious folks
who just lie there there are lying in
a pool of their own ignorance, seek
and ye shall find so if you don't go
out looking you dealt yourself your
own death sentence, if I'm wrong I
repent but there's no way this is it, I
know that this Holy script I follow
isn't as hallow because men sought
fit what would and wouldn't be
suitable for would be Christians to
take in, so it's our job to chase
Elohim despite if they want us to
meddle in this faith is not
something that I'm to ready to settle
in, especially when it seems on the
other side of the world Christianity
looks different, if we're all brothers
and sisters then why do we run
different races in the faith, too
many questions I don't have the
answers to they want us to believe
with this sugarcoated western faith
that the sky is always blue, so
untrue. So as I conclude this I do
know the harvest is full but the
laborers are few
I've been unfaithful
A complicated person...
I've been uninventful
A sick son of a gun...
I did you so much harm
So, I want to keep you warm
In my arms tonight...so out of sight
In my embrace of everything's alright
Darling, why do you act like I'm nobody special
My dear, how come you ignore me on the roll?
I guess I've lost it all...
While you gain an epic fall
I lost so much poetry in the past...in the oopsidaisy past
I can't write them down the way they used to be
I have almost lost control as my heart beats fast
I can't fly without wings of flight unless you set me free
You rumble and growl like thunder
Beneath my feet, there's an odd blur
You fumble and stumble, yet you act so reserved and humble and go about your day like a bumble bee...
While I, like a cat, climb up a tree
I am lonely like crazy...
You are a floating daisy
I am a daydreamer in a daze
While you feed off of your sugarcoated gaze
Extravagant endurance empowers me...
If only you knew half of my life story...
You'd be shocked out of your boots of steel
Well, all these feelings and experiences are real
Finally, found freedom behind these walls
I finally see the view over the barbed wire fence
I hear them still...the dreary siren calls
I got to get out of this maze...awaiting deliverance
I've been unfaithful
Sorry, not sorrowful
Regret and the past passed away
Tomorrow is a day away today
I learned to let go and forgive all
I learned to let live and stand tall
I am looking forward to tomorrow
A land of mysteries and clues minus the sorrow
Minus the sorrow...
I am trying to move on from this emptiness inside
I am crying no more tears of tension and fear
Instead, I have decided to let it all disappear and subside
Vanish from my side, anguish that chokes my cheer
Don't provoke me to anger or else...
I will give you yesterday's guilty and yuck, it smells!
Fine...here's a tomorrow
To cherish and borrow
You're welcome!