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Donned with effortless might,
The people who never lose a fight.
Cherished by the lot in their spheres.
Not changed by times or tides.
Lovely in the eyes of them that see.
Dressed with an urge and need.
Specific in their talent and calling,
Doing things from the deep of the heart.
With what are you gifted?
I soooo ooo feel like this post right now. #two years ago.
I’ll tell you for sure, I once was a keeper of pigs, now I feel like one. Like a trash can unemptied; smelly and annoying.
I will show you once, how I’m filled with waste, all reason is gone; the love, the sorrow… everything. All that remains is regret.
I stay alarmed; my joy is stolen. I think of love, but all I get are tumults of lust; that burn my inside. I’ll tell you for sure, that I have slept with the pastor’s son, that I kissed him the whole night.
You can see that in my world, men are my job, I am their teddy. they hug and kiss, they cannot detach, they stay in love.
You can tell that in my house, men have eaten and enjoyed. They have killed me with pleasure. They have made me moan and mourn.
But of all these things, I have done none.
Even when I was married to my latest crush, when he would get jealous and make sweet love to me as punishment. Even when his romance made me want to evaporate, I was in sorrow.
Yes, the devil got me drunk in my desires, he likes it when I’m turned on. I do too, but my Lord doesn’t. It’s a bitter pursuit of eternal good, I am in the race; handsome men line my path. they spread rose petals and urge me to remove my shoes…
and after that my clothes and my dignity too. they urge me to lie down, to enjoy the massage on my back.
They compel me to fall in, feed me with sweet nectar forever. They tell me virgins use that path often, that none resists.
They come too strong, their love too sweet. they caress the whole of me until I’m almost gone. They flush my insides with sweet nectar but as the glass touches my lips, as the wine seeps and flow deep down, the thorns come in too, filling my joy with pain.
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Some see it.
Some choose to ignore
Slowly by slowly, it adds to more
More torture, more cries,
something I chose to adore!
I saw it coming, I read the signs also
So sad, my wound is now sore
Not wanting to believe became my new flaw
Dwelling in disappointments and hoping for more
Day by day, it had a new […]Redflags
I’m on a reading spree this weekend. I’ll read all 1,368 of them.
All i wanted was to be a song,
Coz life in a musical looks all gold and long.
And songs solve all there is..
Happiness, sadness, Loneliness, excitement…
It would be impossible to live without a song!
Maybe I could be in the lips of all men,
To soothe their souls when hope shows its back.
To touch their hearts when their very skin runs away.
But I am the problem that I wish to solve.
I want to be a solution. Tell me, what do I do?
Deep down, I want to cry so much.
Coz I feel like it just rained and my heart is covered with puddles.
I wish to drain them out, to remain a dry ground
Or maybe tell me where I can find some seeds,
To plant a garden of sweet fruits in my heart.
It’s an ache I so want to control,
A chilling pain yet hot as coal.
I want to scream but I have company.
I want to run but I have one home.
I wish for options but this is a tyranny.
It’s like longing to fly when…
You’re enclosed in a dome.
I am close with a few around.
And I want to open up but I’m bound.
Bound by tales so horrific,
Tales that we share, tales that scare.
And I care, I keep them safe from my terrors.
But since I don’t speak, they do.
…. Not every hurtful word is true.
So now, I’m torn between the two.
Between me and myself, separated by a laser wall.
A walk across is painfully transforming.
Who am I? What do I want?
I feel like a caged bird,
Who loves the care of his master,
And yet wished to explore the world
I met the sun at its rise today.
He was bathing the roses with his essence.
The sun flower was following his every move.
And the Lizard was enjoying his sweet caress.
Then the sun saw me and said…
“I envy the shine in the man you chase,
I saw him cross the hills just before dawn.
But I won’t tell you which way he went from thence,
Because I don’t want you to have him all for yourself,
And leave me void of the admiration you give every morning.”
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My lovely hearty parrot,
When can I see you again?
Last time you said you’ll always be sad,
Without the sight of me…
Are your eyes as teary as I imagine?
Do you even remember me?
Parrot, you must be a young woman now.
The girls in my area don’t give me peace.
Yet, I don’t see the beauty around…
Your memory blind me to life itself.
I wonder whether you’re at peace,
And from whence you source it.
Search for me, as I for you.
So, we can relive our last moment,
When we were young and free…
When we kissed without guilt,
Come, let’s play chase in the rose gardens,
When you’d cry after a thorn pricked,
And I would wife your tears with my soft palms
I want you to echo my love again.
Let’s make the future a happy place,
By being together forever.