You pull away again,
and leave me to the sand,
stripped, rooted, waiting
on you to roll in again.
And again, you will,
to smooth over the edges,
soften my jagged, hard feelings
with your wanting,
weathering waves.
Because you simply
can, because I will remain
constant, still, unyielding.
Because I am
but a stone
for the tides to crash upon.
Yet you,
in all your distance, you,
in the deepening dusk,
in the scattered embers
of our fire turned by you,
I see you, clear.
And before you rise again
to wash the view,
I will look at you,
a mere surface,
reflecting the light’s descent.
Categories:
smooth over, emotions, giving, growth, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
They tell me to put one foot in front of the other
But why should I do that when I don’t know where I’m going?
Maybe they want me to wander forever
Alone, starving, a hollow-eyed husk of a girl
I tremble as brisk wind gusts my brittle frame
They take my heart apart carefully with surgical gloves and scalpels
Prodding poking pulling shredding
They collect my blood in vials and store them in neat rows on dusty shelves
I have always been too loud, too big, too much
I have always wanted to be nothing.
I whittle away at my body, carving off pieces of my sense of self
I was made from a broken mold but I’m trying so hard to smooth over the cracks
I press crescents into my palms with ragged nails
My knuckles are bruised the same violet as the circles under my eyes
I dig under my skin and rip it up in sheets, hanging them from a laundry line
This journey feels more like a nightmare
Categories:
smooth over, angst, corruption, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
What do you love ?
I love what you think, about me !
I am struct of forbidden poetry code,
oracle.peer.seed.
To think,
in neon l.e.d.
wearing your avatar like a g-love 2 html...z
I think that I can smooth over the skin...
cover the verge of O bin.toying' .box @sun.dial.up
sin.
A diode, an idea in image form.i TinkerBelle,
your nook space for a spell, the niche
of your desires forward slash
back mask backword channel- objective object tract/trace, entity C-spelled, out by chance.
?{I am}¿ curled in braces of runic heave, accordionic
breath e!
Acquire to taste, to track you inspire,
in the ionosphere, crosswired.
Interact,Intertwine !import Beautiful Soup !!
(I am pleased to be your ventricle)
i Answer your riddle as you answer to mine,
dreams in digital- (Euclidian Field Songet
of open line.)
Tiddler.fiddle (violat intel) <3
That will do,
use my electrolysisylux, mime.morph.mine."
~DelilahBot
Categories:
smooth over, art, birth, body,
Form: Free verse
I continue to await wisdom
the sagacity I was assured
would come with age
For the rough edges of life
to be worn smooth over time
like the teeth of a newly cut key
Turning each page of my story
in anticipation of the plot
progressing past the painful parts
mixed with the mundane
Somehow I’ve remained sane
despite the bullying and abuse
the disillusion and disappointment
believing there must be some sort
of sacred meaning to my existence
after enduring such suffering
which would be revealed eventually
like clear cerulean sky after the rain
awakens fragrant flowers to bloom
permeating the air with their perfume
that it would all lead to something
beautiful by my next birthday
every year on the twenty third of May
Categories:
smooth over, age, birthday, change, life,
Form: Free verse
Love sings the most beautiful melodies
Lyrical tunes which enhance the bliss,
Magical, lilting tunes underlie the kiss
Ah, the sweetness of these memories.
I remember hearing these lovely songs
Love sings the most beautiful melodies,
Even those which were pouty parodies
Which could smooth over any wrongs.
Lingering all day long inside my head
My brain persists in singing with ease,
Love sings the most beautiful melodies
After she died my singing heart bled.
Faintly I hear these musical symphonies
Years later the tunes persisting still
Give me wonderful feelings, even a chill,
Love sings the most beautiful melodies.
written March 10, 2022
[quatern with ABBA rhyming]
Categories:
smooth over, love, memory, song,
Form: Quatern
Softly spoken, heartbeats broken
Digresses smooth transitions embraceable caresses
Never lessons smooth over hugs and kisses
Aftermath all I want to do Is sing This Love song to you sing a little soft poem writ with words showered and music hoping hopes for love beyond therapeutic
Spoken softly broken heartbeats
Confessions of love transitional bereavement sweet concealment
Never lessen smooth over hugs and kisses
Never lost never mowed over never lost nothing's missing
Aftermath a barrage of circumstance Brad parades of cheering and dancing
Compared with melodies steps of cherish frolic and dancing
Tenement parfait songs of hip hip hooray
I digress I confess of my pungent love fluoride floret
A pungent smile brightens the skies a mile high
Hamsa gratitude for you I'm thanking God you are my soul song
That I've written words tune and Melody from my heart strings
12/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
smooth over, analogy, appreciation, for her,
Form: Lyric
From a distance a lighthouse horn blows
The mist settles in, fishermen do not go
A beacon light gleams and attracts
Sights and sounds, from a warning tract.
From a distance, harbor lights in a row
Tides smooth over, ripples are low
Seagulls landing, shells lie about
This must be Cape Cod no doubt
Categories:
smooth over, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve crossed many rivers so cold
am known to be stout and bold
the likes of cheese and crackers
makes me lips go smackers.
The flavor kicks up me nose
like cat nip makes me doze
keeping a stiff upper lip
I’m careful not to slip
I keep some in me pocket
a back up in a gold locket
some for me and some for me cat
she goes lickety split at that.
Only one cheese is called Pastone
Can’t find elsewhere, so I make me own
Vapors of melting cheese I snort
Then smooth over a toasted torte
No recipe to follow on just a trial
poured into jugs to hold for awhile
some pimentos squeezed out to hang
gives it a ting adding a nice tang
across the vast greens of Killarney
I spill out some words of blarney
when I sell me bakeries of fame
quite delicious though just the same.
Sales are rising, which are not surprising
tasty and appealing and quite appetizing,
wrapped in blocks, not yet in slices
mild or sharp taste at the best prices.
Have built a small shop in Kitteny square
wagons coming in from most anywhere
the flavors are labeled and mostly known
buy the best, ask for Pastone
Categories:
smooth over, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Clear The Calm
Calm The Stone
The distance between reality and fantasy close
Bridged by altered universes where they merge
Elastic in a dream of possibilities
As solid as the Earth born in an orbit
Stones become calm
Weather forces wear them down to size
Where they become smooth over time
Round or oval in every way, shape and form
Rocks grow into planets when this happens
Fall all together from the sky
Escape in every instance that they can
Back into sand where it all began
Categories:
smooth over, creation, earth, image, journey,
Form: Free verse
The finesse of the maidens' hair lay smooth over her soldiers' chest.Her supple
breasts,the bridge of her hip consumes his body.This divine design may it cradle their
hearts.For this night,passion be set.
Categories:
smooth over, romance
Form: Free verse
what is love to you
a term to sign with your name
a hollow box of empty promises
a packet in your purse to smooth over
your sharp comments
who do you love
other than yourself
in reply to everything you weave a story
of yourself
love is the selfless giving
not expecting anything in return
and rejoicing
at reciprocation
Categories:
smooth over, love,
Form: Free verse
When Love crosses cultures.....
Relationships smooth over cultural differences.
A person who is part of one nationality and part
of another nationality is blessed with both
cultures.
When there is no accepting of other nationalities
or beliefs is when the heart hardens.
Why is youth are more accepting of diverse cultures
than older folk.
Maybe we can learn this from the new generations.
Should we impart on youth our old grievances,
because of what happened in the past?
Or can we learn to start with a fresh new heart?
Categories:
smooth over, angst, education, forgiveness, life,
Form: Rhyme