Poems in English (English Poems)

And then she kissed him

...and then she kissed him, and she was gone

so very kind
the poet is alone
if memory serves
it was quite warm
...so very kind
the poet is alone

  i took a kiss and lost a friend...
and now my sadness, it has no end
i don't know what's coming up
or where to go
tonight it's sad ... so here i go

and he was touched and felt sublime
the rush was swift but there is no deny
and after years and after time
how many poems did the poet write!
The poem is one, and it is gone
if memory serves it was quite warm

..and then she kissed him, and that was all
so very kind
the poet is alone
if memory serves
it was quite warm
...so very kind
the poet is alone

Are you a religious man?

 Are you a religious man

put some guts on the table

people always forget the sun

horses sleep in the stable

i don't want your money

i don't want your soul

flesh is all i want honey

your body writhing at my door.

BEYOND THE BEYOND

Beyond the beyond lies a mystic forest of oak

Through it’s dark hardened wood,

Wiseman say, echoes the truth

Like a sweet spiraling tune from an ivory flute.

Beyond the beyond lies a thunderous black gape

Whose sight is pitch black

Like the sinister green on the ferryman’s face

And it’s vociferous roar makes my psyche go num

For all living fear that,

Which they don’t comprehend.

Beyond the beyond lies the cauldron of plenty

Proper for the man with an appetite that’s hefty

Cause a bounty of goods

Pours from its ever overflowing mouth

Lest be no hungry soul

Amongst those who around.

But when the night strolls through

Like a cold linen blanket

And with my hunger atoned

And with no hereafter…  

I can hear myself think:

 What an ominous choice

To be distended and alone…

 Even in a place of one’s choice.

Beyond the beyond lie the treacherous deep seas

Where dreams, like ships

Crash on what the future brazenly brings

And I, the son of sailors and whores

Know that all too well

Certain… what my future beholds

is a sorrowful tale.

Ricking with trickery,  and shame and misspell

I am an expert in deceiving myself

On top, writhing, remorse and regret

I am an expert in all sorts of repent.

See… it’s my fate to dwell

in the lost light of the past

And on the darkness of dids

That… indisputably, will come to pass.

Beyond the beyond lies the thing that I am not

Me a Prometheus anew shrouded in surgical tape

Bounded by disease and eaten by unfeasible escape

In a pit of despair,

in jar with no air

It’s room a, via corridor c… there that away

Adjacent to the rotting corpse of John D

I am still life, but near death

I know I am alive but whom else to tell

Alone I await

Alone I declare

I am on top of the world

No one have I spared.

 My fate is ill-advised

Well… I knew that before

The end is nigh

I won’t cry anymore

The verity I hate

The core of my spite

 Feeding through tubes that annoy

Those damn medicines renew

Only that… Which I destroy

Everything else pays proper due

Oh, drops of rain on my window,

Please… sing like the tapping of winter sparrow beaks

Oh tell me birds tell me

What lies beyond the human guilds

Beyond the beyond are all the things that I ache

Beyond the beyond are all the things that I hate

Beyond the beyond lies my souls demise

Beyond the beyond is my mother that cries

Beyond the beyond a whirlwind of wants, needs and if’s

A handful of black slippery mud to cover me whole… and nothing more.

THE LOVING BUTCHER.

devoted Angela my lovely wife

carving generously from left to right

how I'd love to eat you alive

how I'd love to eat you alive.

Beautiful Erica my lover my light (my other life)

emptying your bowels all through this night

 how I'd love to eat you alive

how I'd love to eat you alive.

Little Agatha my darling child

cutting your finger tips sucking them dry

how I'd love to eat you alive

how I'd love to eat you alive.

my boy peter, sweet charming light

Filleting nervously your inner thy

how I'd love to eat you alive

how I'd love to eat you alive.

 SEX

Sexsss… I’ve heard of it, I’ ve heard the stories

Yesss… alas revenge is upon us now

Hisss… the one eyed snake that claims the pure

Blisss… and all the wicked writhe around

Sexsss… I’ve heard of it, I’ve heard the stories

Yesss… I am a pilgrim I don’t deny

Hisss… it sounds like the party already started… without me

Blisss… oh motherfuckers let us die.

Sexsss… hidden inside my gifted penis

Yesss… and all the cunts slyly lie

Hisss… it seems that truth is now a secret

Blisss… for one day man will come around.

                                                 You are a whore baby

You know what you are…
you're a whore baby
you came from afar
made my life hell baby

sunlight and curly hair
you're jumping barefoot on my bed
it feels like falling through air
children throw snowballs at my head

butterflies are in your smile

Your memory keeps me awake at night
those great blue eyes
every morning my ego cries

loving you is a sweet regret
our dates you always seem to neglect
all of my friends love you
even my dog prefers you too

do you care for me? i wonder

little girls point me and ponder

what’s she doing with that number

sunlight and curly hair

you're jumping barefoot on my bed

it feels like falling through air

children throw snowballs at my head

I know you don’t love me and it makes me… brood

One cannot hide this all-consuming truth

We Have nothing to say, have no-where to go

Is this our love; only for show?

I cling on you and you cling on my need

And spin me around

Is this is your will?

So be it my love so be it my doom
sunlight and curly hair is the place of my tomb