Mirakee
You know the saying the devil has a dress on
I every now and then beg to differ
The one I know wears a suit
You know nice pair of shoes
A dapper shirt and fly tie
A nice thick trimmed beard
Ohh the devil I've known at times is always put together
A gentleman you see no wrong in till he strikes
And he mostly goes for your heart
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Egg shells crackling under my feet
Like a mine field I was scared to detonate
All the times I almost lost you child
You laid lifeless yet peacefull
My hands so helpless
If I could mend your heart I would
With the strings of my love it would stay in place
Take my heart out of mine and give it to you
If my flesh could have prevented this
I would sacrifice it
The love i have for you is an endless river
Child of mine know your strength
Child of mine know you are loved by me
Eternally I will be here for you -
Contemplating life usually
Love embedded in my bones
Life tries to beat it out of me
But He says love casts out fear
So I continue to with all His might -
In hale, exhale
Where have the stars gone
Late at night when I need more you
The stars perish and it's just darkness
Just the same my soul feels
Sleep trys to grab me
Late at night when i need more you
But i cant be taken away from gazing
Without you darkness calls -
You were the wild card I wanted to keep playing
And time and time you come back to my memories
It's too bad you couldnt settle
©sherrys_poetry_space -
For me its the love
Little villages of people
Come to stay with me in all
Like when they show me their true colors
Love me through thick and thin of phases
Show their backs to me never
And like I say do with what you can
They do just that
Witness the harmony of this love
Seeing how the notes come together
Silky smooth they glide through
Sneaking In slowly, I barely noticed
Today when I looked up it dawned on me
I am loved and worthy love -
And if all was lost, I was made strong enough to restart
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Call me spontaneous but darling heart to heart jumping was empowering.
Iam a true lover -
And now that you've seen me naked
Climbed my mountain and pleased me
Now that you've caressed and held me
Got so intimate you know my scent
Now comes the time play
Now that you've undressed me piece by piece
Have you got everything you came for
Now that you've seen all my scars
Will you take on all my scars
Now that you've felt my roughness
Yet tasted my softness
Now do you have all you came for -
And I could fill pages with you
Wrote out all the feelings you gave me
Waste all my time doodling about you
And I could paint you all over my city
Sidewalks with red and bright blues
Let my city feel you in all
And I could screem your name
Top of my lungs id turn you to melody
Smooth beat id dance to you
And I could cry you a river
Take an excursion on it with my feelings
It might be the excursion that does me in
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Double Date
Mind the stairs,
We're all falling down,
Missing steps,
Towards the ground,
Helter skelter,
Spinning dizzy,
Nothing at the bottom,
So let's get busy,
Fighting over spaces,
Kicking over cones,
Riots are the future,
In the covid zone,
Whilst Boris cowers,
And Trump hesitates,
Death's counting souls,
On a deadly double date.
©foreverseptember -
awfully_quiet
24w
Here's to hoping that we learn the value of balance.
Here's to hoping that the debt we feel we are in
Doesn't make us shitty.
Doesn't turn us into the hurt and the hollowness that we are well aware of by this time.
Here's to hoping that for someone's smile and a pat on the back
We don't slaughter another smile.
Here's to hoping that we never expect the hurt or to hurt.
Here's to hoping that no matter how imperfect we are destined to be,
We hold hands like we mean it
Or we don't hold hands at all.
And I just might never ever mean it again
So I might as well take a bow.
This is my curtain call.
©awfully_quiet -
awfully_quiet
24w
I am not bitter about it anymore.
It makes it very easier to scatter into a billion pieces
And wait for the road rollers to run over me when I know that the fault was my own.
It's not about you anymore.
It's about how invisible we can be.
I can touch and go.
I can float.
I don't want anyone to ever know.
And no one will ever know.
I am happy
And I've let it all go.
©awfully_quiet -
You say I look fine
Then tell me why can't I dream anymore
Why do I no longer know what
makes me happy
Why do I cry myself to sleep
every night
You say "it's all gonna be okay,
future holds something as gift for you"
Then tell me, with or without you,
why can't I see a future anymore?
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outspokencritic
24w
If poetry was a drug
I'll had been addicted to her
Like a drug dealer
If poetry was a cult
I would be a committed member
Not to hurt his opinions
But to chant her lines
Consistently
If poetry was a god
I would always worship
I won't fail to be dedicated
I mean I'll be devoted
For gods are jealous
The zeal of poetry
Will consume me
That I'll be an uzil
To be used
For her security
©outspokencritic -
Shallow Times
No one rested,
Not in those shallow times,
Harsh, those cobbles,
In echoed hoof steps,
"On ye go", the master's voice,
Trudging off unto nowhere,
Haste would be unwelcome,
Or speed be once behest,
Still, no stillness,
Figures loitering on corners,
Babble of mixed conversations,
Ears turned to hear,
Creaking cart, spindle wheels,
Forever "on ye go",
Undisturbed, the industrial sky,
Gathers smog from every factory.
©foreverseptember -
Cage
What cage we place,
Around humanity,
Convention is the engine,
That powers profanity,
No freedom to gain,
From humility,
Only adverts that blind,
Causing stupidity,
Our expectations dashed,
By divinity,
No cross was worth the cost,
Of our simplicity,
Born to fail, and fail again,
To garner immortality,
We're the shadows in the glass,
Of our own fallibility.
©foreverseptember -
fleeing_fossil
24w
He traced her blemished body
and sipped sediments of
the megalopolis of stars
on his fingers.
//For she is not just a moon with scars but the whole galaxy of love.//-Advita -
Nothing Written,Yet Something Written
I want to write
But I have no words.
I have the words
But I don't want to write.
The emotions fueling the poetic fire
Stand at akimbo before my eyes
The sentiments sparking the poem
Illuminate and burn my soul like embers in the dark
Yet I withhold myself from the urge to write
And quench their longing to be expressed.
I impede the motion of my fingers
And kidnap myself from this intense desire
Lingering in my poetic troposphere.
Depriving my thoughts of kinetic energy
I shut them behind bars of steel
And subject them to potential energy.
No cord, no tension
No motion, no collision
No sliding friction, only static friction.
The earth's gravitational force
Becomes my servant on duty
Keeping them down on the ground
Incase they attempt to escape its pull
In a futile struggle
My beloved thoughts,
Incarcerated they are
Free they aren't
No words
No verses
No stanzas
Nothing written
Yet, something written
©TinaMunang -
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