I have a
  valid question.

Why do some
  folks try to
treat this
  as a
      dating site?

I mean,
  listen;

   I am here
to read
    other "poet's"
work and to
  share mine
as well.

Please stop
  inboxing me
about things
   that do not
pertain to
   the reason
that we are all
  supposed to
be here for....

poetry.

I'm not here
  to make
videos or have
  some weirdos
   inboxing and
asking me where
   I live and....

I am sure
that you can
    figure out
the rest.

Stick to
   poetry please
or I will
   block you.

Thank you.

I
  
   left

     my

honey

         on

her lips.

          It

    left

                her

all

         abuzz.

     She

          was anxious

    for

                the

sting.

the ebon
  sky was
dark
    tonight,

because....

every time
   that i
think about
      you...

    stars
  
    f
     a
     l
    l

from
  the sky.

I watch as a lifeless limb drifts down the river of life.
I watch as a storm cloud races across an otherwise empty sky of blue.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a brilliant flame extinguished and waft away a wisp of smoke.
I watch as a leaf falls from its tree never to be one again.

I watch these things, I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch as raindrops fall from the sky,
I watch them nourish God's green earth.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the firefly bring light to the evening sky,
I watch the spider spin its masterpiece,

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the sun fall beneath the horizon as darkness takes up residence.
I watch the moon but just one half, the other half playfully hides.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the bird out on the wire and marvel at its balance.
I watch as stars fight to outshine one another in a beautifully moonlit sky.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the envious, as green as the first summer's day,
I watch their greenness turn to red, as rage has now consumed them.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the homeless sift through trash,
I watch this as my heart is heavy, my eyes begin to water.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the evil get rewarded and carry on unscathed.
I watch the good have to fight epic battles just to live another day.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a mother hug their newborn,
I watch the cycle of this life,

I watch these things , I watch ....
I always will watch these things!

like the
   sensual
feeling of
     a warm
summertime
    waterfall

c
  a
    s
      c
         a
            d
               i
                 n
                    g

down your
  naked body...

   so do

a

  good
poet's

  w
      o
         r
           d
            s

"Relationship in colors"

You've always been my blue
The way the sky just pours down on me and you

You've always been my pink
Delicate and mesmerizing, you cause well built ships to sink

You've always been my yellow
The sunflower that lovingly greets me goodbye and hello

You've always been my green
Walking along side thee, heads turn attentively, in envy

You've always been my white
Crisp, clean and angelic, for your love I will fight

You've always been violet
Your love is like purple rain and the only love that is climactic in the quiet

You've always been my black
In the night time you are naughty but beautiful light you never lack

You've always been my orange
My favorite color and a love that I keep in storage

You've always been my red
You're a red rose and the definition of love that keeps me never lonely in my bed

You've always been my brown
You have the love that I wish, to never put down

I just wrote this.
Colors, their vibrancy and meaning are unique to all of us.
Write your own?

I love you all.
Good morning
Đaviđ
💞🙏🏻💞

During the
winter,
the ceramic tile
floor reminded
me of you

During the early
spring,
the dead trees
reminded
me of you

During the summer,
the suffocating
heat reminded
me of you

During the
fall,
its
-warm
-full of life
-breathable
traits,
did not remind
me of you

Hence,
why we're
           through

The completion
of me,
    could never
happen with
        you

If I laid next to her,
I know that I would want more.

'Cause, when I look at her,
all of her,
I get these feelings inside of me that are unique,
feelings within my deepest core that only she seems to kindle.

It's a fire,
a warmth,
that always seems to exist inside me, whenever she is in my presence whether it is mid summer or winter.

I fantasize of one day holding her tightly, greedily while I am awake at work or deep within my sleep.

I just want to know if what I am feeling is....

Is this love?

why does he
even bother
leaving in
this place,
   his poetry?

minimal to
  non existent
is the
   appreciation
from the
  hes and
the shes.

artistically
   arranged words
do not stir
  the souls of
these folks
      indeed.

but alas,
   i will
continue to
leave you all
    my heart's
     key...

    leave you all
my scars
   and wounds
       that have
never healed.

i have never
   been one to
keep my
     feelings nor
  my heart
concealed.

ignoring my
  gift that i
    share with
you all
        for free...

i won't lie,
    it hurts
sometimes like
      i have been
stung by
  42 bees.

rather....
    41 because
one friend
  reads and
     appreciates
  my
free poetry,
         religiously.

and we all
    know...

who is she.

a softly
woven fabric,

so finely woven
together
in various hues
that mimic
your soft
inviting
delicious lips.

warming,
  like your
lips and
curvacious body on
   a winter's
night beside
  the fire
as they
  intertwine
with mine.

   you,

    you
wear flannel
  and flannel
becomes
   mesmerizing...

breathtaking,
  and loses its
harder edge.

   when you
wear,
   only flannel?

it makes
  more than
just the
    edges hard.

"Flannel"

the sun,
it shines with
positivity

it shower's
smiles that
defy
earth's gravity

it warms
the heart
sets aflame
the spirit

spreading joy
and passion
to anyone that's
near it

Listen to the calm surfaced river.
Shhhh....just listen.

As the blazing sun shines like diamonds upon it and glistens...

with lack of words or sound;

remember:

today's quiet river is still full of mystery and quite profound.

Đaviđ

love,

   far too
often now... ..

  appears
in my
  
     rear view
mirror.

it's a
   stranger
in the night.

    it's... ..
endless nights
   of dense fog
a sea.

it's an
  empty bed.



   if found?

my only
  reward
can possibly
     BE,

   love... .. .

I get it... ..


i do.

Perhaps I'm not
your sunrise or sunset

But maybe,

you or your landscape is a
poem of prose
left for the
ages..  

whether read
or not

you may
be the
bike but,
i peddle

the emotions
  evoked by
clouds,

should
never
  be
under-'precipitated'.

i
don't
fear
what
the
world
thinks
of
me -

i
fear
what
i
think
of
me.

they say
  that,
one can not
  help whom
they are
    attracted to.

you'll
  have to
forgive me
  if i never
apologize
    to you.

despondent
  with layers
of suicide
  enveloping me.

  vibrant
colors of
  death above
me and
  below my feet.

hues only
  mastered
in octobers
  and novembers.

leaves and
  their exquisitely
beautiful demise
  had me pondering how
   beautiful
death could be.

   would i be
the leaf glued
  to the wet
pavement
  forever or
  would i be
the one
   picked up by
the wind
   to live again?

i wrestled
   with death
under that
   autumn's tree

it's there....
  i learned about
hanging on
   and serenity.

as you
   brush by me,

we attract-

   pull to one
another
   like magnets.

our gravitational
   pull
has me
     rigid
as we....

   well,

unintentionally/ intentionally
   orbit
one another.

  and like
neodymium
  magnets,

once joined
  together,

it will
  take
heaven....
    to pull
us
    apart.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

far to many
  humans are
only capable
  of living in
one moment
   at a time.

where as i
  live in
many,
  so many
moments
  at once.

especially those
  that have
yet to have
     even
  happened.

Love

   does not

      always

          follow

     the

         instructions...



Because

      love

                     is

          always

                u
                n
                d
                e
                r


c o n s t r u c t i o n

i say you're not you
when you wear makeup
because you spend
so much time
in that mirror
making yourself
look like a rose....

well...

when i fell in love
with you
it was with your roots
the roots that are you
not the paint you use to cover
who i fell in love with,
the one i awaken to
in those early mornings
unpainted,
just naked.

and...

your beauty goes deeper!

the superficial you
leaves me wanting your roots,
the roots i want to water forever
the you in the mirror
was not what attracted me.

the you deep inside
is all you need to be,
you're already a rose
without all of that
paint on
your face.

your roots
are breath taking

your roots have
always left me
satisfied
your roots are
an aphrodisiac
to endless
intimacy.

your roots have
always been more
than enough
for me.