annilda-esterhuysen
South African
I prefer poetry as a method of expressing my inner thoughts and feelings. Unlike with reading an informative blog, fictional novel, factual biography or self-help manual, poetry is personal, free expression. / / It's the epitomy of freedom. All the above mediums lead to one collective thought, idea, interpretation. When fifty different people read my poetry, it will be interpreted in fifty different ways. It will enrich fifty different lives. It doesn't appeal to a niche market, anyone can read and apply poetry to their personal experiences and backgrounds. / / Feel free to leave your comments or to message me. I look forward to hearing from you.
Seated at my feet when I wake at 2a.m.
You faithfully keep watch over my soul.
Yet the unspoken words between us
Haunt my thoughts by day.
There is so much I long to know.
I sense your ever-presence guarding
My every step, my thoughts, my heart.
Tortured by your silence, yet
Comforted by the knowledge that
I'm never alone.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Rolling boulders ripping through the sky.
Beneath, with bated breath I lie.
Mother nature's pregnant swell, showing.
One final crack of the whip, glowing.
The quenching droplets rapidly flowing.
Birth of new life long awaited.
Earth's crippling thirst satiated.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Earth, holding its breath,
willing the droplets down
into its warm, waiting skin.
Amplified senses
drawing on the palpable air,
willing the heavens to quenching chaos.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Today I choose to cherish the warmth of the sun caressing my face . . .
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
Your touch went deeper than my skin.
You've penetrated my being.
I breathe you in.
You've seeped into my every cell.
I have your name tattooed on my heart.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Dreamers dream their dreams
in color, their dreams
backed by belief, by hope.
Their dreams shed every shade
of shadow, every evening
into eternity they elope.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Wrap your arms around my waist.
Pull me up close, into you,
so close I can breathe you in,
lose myself in the scent of your skin.
Sway me softly, gently,.
Our bodies moving in rhythm
to the melody of life, of love.
We're what dreams are made of.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
What a wonderful thing is
this, my heart,
that holds within its tiny chambers
such purpose, such destiny,
such love.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
I want to beat my fists against your chest
to make your heart feel
every aching beat my heart feels
when I see you with her.
I want to cut you down the middle
to make your body feel
every aching cut my body feels
when she calls you hers.
I want to shove your head underwater
to make your lungs feel
every aching gasp my lungs feel
when you kiss her lips.
I want to submerge you in a bath of ice
to make your soul feel
the aching chill my soul feels
at the sight of you holding her.
Most of all I want to let you go
to make my icy heart,
to make my aching soul
heal and become whole again.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC