Lady Bird
Lady Bird
4 days ago

torn by the blade of lies
the core of the hurting soul
hanging from the thread of love
a trapped heart no longer whole

#love   #lies   #heart   #soul   #trapped   #blade   #torn   #thread   #hangs  
Meg
Meg
Dec 17, 2016

sewing the open wounds shut
hurts just as much
as the wounds themselves

#hurt   #wound   #needle   #thread   #sewing  
zeph the deer boi
zeph the deer boi
Nov 10, 2016

My own family mocks my creations
With my patience wearing thin
I cut the delicate fabric
And wait to sew it back up again
And I repeat these actions
It's an endless battle
Between myself and my family
Can they see the thread?
Can they see the patterns I've created?

boop I'm tired...
#family   #cut   #pattern   #thread   #sewing  
zeph the deer boi
zeph the deer boi
Oct 25, 2016

hand sewing everything with thread tied in knots
putting patterns in places they don't belong
binding them together in desperation
but it seems the thread of life was unable
to keep my patchwork from tearing apart at the seams

in a club at school we have to creatively express ourselves by writing a poem, drawing, singing, or acting out an emotion. I wanted this to be for sadness but I'd need to add more and I felt it was good like this. maybe this could be stressed out cuz they're trying so hard to put their life back together but nothing seems to work...

My love I write poems for your beauty to praise
Let me declare my love comes from same origin
From edge of eternity to the edge of eternity chase
Remains in vogue sagacity of this honorable action

Love beauty and truth come from eternal resource
Lover and beloved are well aware of this real fact
Whatever is beyond this is but dejected remorse
Eternal promise with eternity takes love real pact

Lover and beloved are images of same in mirror
They celebrate in chain the odds of time and tide
Either they are taken to the prison or to the altar
It is force of love which keeps them side by side

My love pain is a test in love for pleasure to come
It is up to the lovers how they plead it or concede
Life is not a bed of roses but strangely troublesome
It is a deed indeed without color caste and creed

Let me love you like partridge loves the full moon
Let me throw my eye brows in your path to tread
Let me seek light from your beauty in importune
Let me embrace you before life breaks its thread

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#life   #of   #thread  
Afiqah
Afiqah
Sep 24, 2016

while
this almost heart
takes its almighty pull
without unsewing,
tearing at the seams
those three little words,
'you were here'
would constantly thread itself
over and over
till these veins and bones are left to succumb
shifting
with vulnerably tied limbs

-a.

#poem   #poetry   #words   #poems   #bones   #veins   #shifting   #thread   #writings   #poemaccount  

All so called blood relations have gone to dogs
Either they are blood thirsty or weak like thread
Faces and hearts are filled with filth as prologues
Want to snatch away even last loaves of bread

Sell coffins of their dear ones to make them naked
They are  constant buyers of contempt and hatred
They get their buds nurtured with loved ones blood
Their actions speak louder than their words avid

Let me take the case to all who suffer with malice
Wash intentions with the water of heaven to be fair
Be sincere and honest in your approach not jealous
Let us take pains of all to take care ,be ready to bear

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#weak   #relations   #thread  
Sean Scribbles
Sean Scribbles
Jul 6, 2016

Though weary eyes are still worth seeing,
Sometimes the sight isn't worth the time.

I'd encourage you instead to rest,
And escape from yourself within your mind.

Just go close your eyes and be at peace,
Embrace the darkness with remind.

Like a weary ball of worn out string,
Sleep quietly until you unwind.

When I'm tired... I unwind. :D
#poem   #sleep   #night   #rest   #string   #thread   #scribbles   #sean   #yarn   #unwind  
Viji Suresh
May 20, 2016

Had a kite
colourful sight
swishing and swirling
and fluttering so high

craning my neck
looked at my kite
he looked so grand
I felt a rush of pride

flew him high
flew him wide
felt him dip down
gazing at me
what more I want?
he is mine

held the threads
that connected me and him
had the total control
just a tug will have him snug...

Sudden swish
another kite
not so grand
came to his side.

thought will play
a game of war
fun to watch him
coil her pretty neck

thought they were fighting
as he tried to pull her
and she fought too
swaying and twirling

as i watched
she gained control
saw him slipping
going her way.

I tried to right him.
but before i knew
he stopped fighting
losing deliberately

i knew that moment
he fell for her
she charmed him
she wooed him
followed him with zest.

with a slight dip
he looked at me
it was that moment
he chose her for me...

the threads were cut
he left with her
No backward glance
not a moment of regret

watched him fly by
dancing a passion dance
coiled to each other
she breathing his breath

My thread to sanity
opted to leave me
I stood still feet firmly planted
gazing at him
with a loose thread in my hand.

Leah Barton
Leah Barton
Apr 24, 2016

Was supposed to go to work today,
Pouring poison to paying patrons,
But couldn't handle roving hands,
And death stares from angry matrons.

So I called off work instead,
In favor of watching faces,
Playing the soundtrack of their lives,
As they pace their busy places.

Each has a life and has a story,
Colors vivid as my own,
Each pours poison in their own way,
Each has a heart and has a home.

Each one wakes to familiar sunshine,
Each one drifts off in their bed,
Each connected in their own way,
Some by rope and some by thread.

 
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