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.
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
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?
im in love with you i gave you my heart my soul you are my everything my heart is full of flames when i mourn over our end i mourn every day thinking about how i lost my soulmate the one person i dont want to lose the one person i want to live forever
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)
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.
our relationship was purgatory a couple of suffering sinners pushing and pulling a cup that neither of us could fill both intentional and accidental a magnet from within i erased all of your photos what felt like on a whim feeling pretty empty about it just like the cup was To begin
- 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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.