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AxYc
AxYc
31 “My poems are product of a relationship between a side of my mind which is conscious, alert, educated, and manipulative and a side that is as murky as a primeval swamp“
Her wild flowering A visceral encountering Of delight empowering A mystical memorizing endowing. To meander life’s mess Love thyself Through mental cluster And cleansing filibuster. One’s learnt to let go Couldn’t her though A memory & lasting glow I’ll cherish so. Keep a treasured encounter.
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 7:03 PM UTC
Her wild Flowering
African American plight Incessant fright Dark days into night Equality, a concept unbeknownst to we Or is it me Not born locally And speaking colloquially Now disillusioned For a society alienated Is a society decapitated And the people dilapidated   When you turn a blind eye And hope not to hear their cry Malignant systems Elected officials to fix them When all they do is fix them To individual greed And the corporate elite Disenfranchised youth Incarcerated they lose Communities gentrified And families undignified A Marginalized people Seen as second class But a man of colour is no different from another.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
Race in America
Without you These moments of mine Are an abyss of time Where the memories rewind And my dreams intertwine Without me I sense less glee But I'll be with you, vicariously And you me Undoubtedly Without trust There is no foundation Upon which to build us As I watched her groove Her transient spell she'd ooze Whilst I'd lose Myself in how she'd move Blame her beauty foreign Intimate gloring Reach in the dark she'll say The sun is gonna shine Every minute was a war he'd say I want to get what's mine
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Intimate Gloring
Drowned in pills Her morbid gaze and soulless eyes would send me chills A relationship empty but a foundation of thrills Her beauty piercing as to be posey I just delighted she chose me Her slightest whim I’d mosey Or she'd batter, bruise, and expose me Why me I wondered at times As her white powders sniffed in reverent lines Too petrified to ask Her actions ignominiously grasped So I left My feelings undealt as I wept With all of my friends gleaming But I didn't know what to believe in
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Drowned In
Had my chance flown To be shown my very own love, so alone I’d grown and moan and moan I’d groan just to loan This lone Self  ?
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Alone
At night I sleep alone Mending heartache like stitches sewn To no avail As dreams of you prevail My heart just couldn’t curtail The ember  of your embrace An ember that’s now displaced Or one in which I’d misplaced Will it ever be the same As November came And I was left in pain Craving you again Will I ever be the same As December sang And January rang With A heart scarred and left shard Will we ever be the same As February drained And March rained   For its we i wish to be There is no we she responded to me
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
There is no we she responded to me
Silent Rain As time gets drained An uncalming wait I wished to negate Will her flame begin to wane? As the the memories remain A woman unparalleled Led an action unheralded At a time precious yet precarious I couldn't take enough of you, In that cherished time when you were mine Now I can't relate As good things come to those who wait What a terrible saying For my heart kept saying Take me to the golden state.
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
Silent Rain
Life Coalesced Envision the rest Depressed or distressed Worried less, I invest May regress or finesse Life's congruent mess Mold your self, immaculate Clear hate and evoke fate Inspire, create and congratulate Persevere when near, Whilst you conquer fear Happiness untamed Dreams unattained Mature and grow wise In front of your eyes
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Life Coalesced
Summer air Slight breeze I feel her angst Amongst my knees As I free   Within my trees So enveloped I become with ease But still remains a simple disbelief She had gone back to Lebanese
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
No knees