And I guess loving you
became a habit, so here
I am trying to conquer it
but as they say,
‘old habits die hard’.
©Desired Dreamer (Bhupen)
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
It was your words
I missed the most,
mesmerizing and delight
in early September morning,
spilling from fragrant,
pink petals like dew
in late summer,
every conversation
an undreamt dream
warm and wonderful.
©desireddreamer
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
When a published poet dies,
A shooting star falls.
The universe cries
And rainbows hugs waterfalls.
When an old poet dies,
A new poet is born.
Nature lights up a million fireflies,
And a ship gives a tot on its horn.
When a young poet dies,
A Crack appears in a crystal ball.
A Fountain pen dries,
And a sad poem appears on a wall.
When an old poetess dies,
For a while the wind will cease.
Petals will fall from Lillies,
And disappear without a trace.
When a great poetess dies,
Fallen poets observe silence.
The men adorn black bow ties,
And the ladies dress in elegance.
When any poet dies,
The world loses a bright mind.
Shakespeare appears across the skies,
Waving to those of us left behind.
When a poor poet dies,
Nothing at all happens.
The world goes about its duties
He goes on to rest with other legends.
#IvanBrooksPoetry
29/7/2018
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
I need kisses
like a fish needs colored rocks
and a bear needs honey
I need it like
eyes need sunglasses
and skin needs sunscreen
Like people need chocolate
or french fries or fried food
or fast wi-fi or vacation
The thing about needing
- I don't
- It'd be nice though
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Darling,My Demons,
they lost their
way in your arms...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Beautiful girl with kind eyes;
When the time comes to move on;
She will not hesitate nor blame;
Instead she will feel the pain,
of late night kisses;
of lips once filled with love ;
She will remember how your love,
Gave her everything she wished for;
She will remember your touch,
Just like moon light touching,
her soul from the window;
She'll remember your favorite music,your books;
Your morning coffee,Those sleepless,
Nights when your body found peace next to her...
©desireddreamer
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Your kiss was,
A gentle breeze;
Freezing flames of,
Her memories;
Her treachery...
©desireddreamer
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC