Left for good Bad is right Living a one way life Wishing to end This life of sin
~ In the end one then begins to right the wrongs; from insight ,with what we write in songs. a night alone,beside urself in a fight for gold frigid& cold feelin naked & ****** bruised bleedin all because wireless network pending payment delayed and and my messages not sending nor recieving and in traffic but with my 4 bad habits safe to include i forgot if it was right ? Maybe left?
For good If only we knew Our way of life If only we knew The struggle The fight left inside Wrong is wrong Right is right
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
To fill a void of broken glass I inhaled, I absorbed, And consumed my past. Tried to bury it under a pile of ash And suffocate it with a wiry cord To no avail! Because, like a restless panther, Some unconcealable part of me roared With an unquenchable thirst For blood.
I looked at the panther’s golden eyes, At its slender, shadow-like presence Wondering what it could so despise About my very essence But mostly, I stared, mesmerized At a row of white, perfect daggers That had, no doubt, heard many fearful cries Before mine.
So I ran, but not fast enough- For the panther ran faster Called out my bluff And leaped to cover me With a curtain of ink-black fur. Sensing disaster, I froze in place, Flames seizing my lungs, Having lost the chase -
As you look upon the skies and glance over the moon You stare in awe as you talked in a blissful tune You kept adoring the skies as you speak what you know While I only beg the stars to make the time run slow
Once I caught your eyes, I wondered if you could see What you admire is just a reflection of thee Though, I could not agree more to what you admit All I’d say: the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Why is it that all silence is suffocating? Where did I learn That stillness equates to unease. Maybe it's the way the thoughts flood me - why tranquility is such a foreign concept. I much rather peaceful chaos - serenity in the sounds.
When He saw famine, He fed them When He saw plague He healed them When He was reviled, persecuted betrayed, scourged, broken, impaled and crucified. He blessed them. When He bled, He sanctified them When He embraced the sins of a wicked world, He redeemed them
Not a conditional, but a declarative. What DID Jesus do?
- a tasteless empty word like numbness of the fingers like numbness of the tongue a numbness of heart and false plastic lungs - bland face bland skin bland stomach and bland eyes - gleaming with wax satisfaction in a false candle pose bland wax candle prose written by plain poet hands -
I am a wax figurine poet who writes beautiful but bland verses.
Wait for me, I will follow you to Wherever you and I can pursue, A life not bounded by domestic walls, A love which can flow amid the stream of false. Alas!! It sounds too good to be true.
Implore me with a beautiful view, Where we can walk in the dawning dew. As the sun rises, let us come to a pause. Wait for me…
In winters I wish you could help me sew A sweater, while warm broth shall I brew. As nigh draws the end, let age be the cause, For the night to grieve for our loss. Alas if it is too much to ask you? Wait for me…
dark gold haystack but silk! no needles for me to find. emeralds for eyes and a smile of sugar coated strawberries. and your hugs smell like safety and you are a gem. cologne engraved in my memory, you are an open novel for me to read; many chapters of intrigue. i hope your future chapters include me.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
it's not that i'm naive, or unaware... i'm just trying to convince myself that each of your sweet laughs and jokes are just for me built for me written for me sung for me but it seems that every ounce of love is discarded as you fall further and further away.
my fingers grasp and stretch but all I catch is a loose thread.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
The evening seems to sing, Choirs composed by currants In obscure keys of humidity. A lone songbird takes the lead, Percussion provides ensemble trees. While the very air we need to breathe Suffocates, stifles, tries and succeeds To bleed the breath from laden lungs. Throat pleads, begs and bargains To demi-gods and heathens, Deities and demons, Every creature beneath this sun. Let this molten grip Slip If just for a note, A beat, A pause from the pressure.
Silence is a treasure To be savoured not measured. Sweet cadence of relief.
In the morning of yesterday There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together Intent on each other, in whispers I heard them say your name And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe Wanting an exploration of Souls Oblivious, if we’re generous But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall I found you in the violin’s shadow Dust and star tears are my witnesses I love you My joy and my abyss
You told me not to get lost in the woods I am sorry but I had to search for the one that made me insane My reason for loving and living Now I am back singing a bitter symphony, a cruel harmony I wish I listened in the first place
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
The Sweet Moment The moment you come in the door The moment moon rises in the sky Let my sweetheart to see and adore The moment hear jumps to fly high My eyes are in trance,soul in dance My heart sings all sonnets of love Let me love to take every chance You are sweers creation from abve Let me be with you to but embrace Let me kiss you in a go my sweatheart I want to taste all your great grace Be mine for ever never ever to depart Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright May 2021 Love Remains