keenanakeem
American
22, just looking for the right path in life to walk through. I have a poetic soul as along with a genuine heart. I hope you enjoy some of my poetry, leave your responses please and thank you. / / Twitter: @keenanakeem / Instagram: @keenanakeem (Follow me) / Facebook: @ Keenan A. Tomlinson (Request me)
Serenity and tranquility,
When I look into your eyes that is what I see.
Palm trees and a gentle breeze.
That is what I feel when you pass by me.
I feel as if I’m invincible, like Superman on a concrete street.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
From day one I knew you were special, a gift from heaven.
Sent down to save me from myself.
Who knows what my life would be like without you.
I spend nights wondering that.
Until I looked over and seen you.
No matter how life turns out, I will never forget you.
My soul mate, my Kool-Aid.
Sweet as apple pie on a summer’s day.
Please never leave me because I need you.
I know its bad to say “need,” but I do.
To my other half I spend days dreaming on ways to make you smile.
I spent nights dreaming of you in white walking down the isle.
No matter how life turns out, I will never forget you.
For we will always be connected, in one-way or another.
I sometimes wish we can rewind back to days of never ending laughter and smiles.
Days of care free afternoons and nights starring at the moon.
Fast-forward to now, there be days where I can’t help but smile.
And there are days where I can’t stand you.
But I love you.
I guess that’s the difference from day one to now.
Love.
I understand now that everyday isn’t going to be like day one.
That everyday we aren’t going to get everything done.
That everyday we may not like each other.
But I can promise this.
I will always love you like it’s day one.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
Look around and sulk in the envy of happiness.
The smiles on the faces of the people who regret.
Because we as humans are never fully satisfied.
We receive a blessing say that it’s a stressing and throw it away.
Like it never existed. Goodbye, so long to the one who cracks a smile.
Who makes me laugh, and fulfills every fantasy that I ever dreamed.
Soulfully on behalf of my interest of another woman.
It seems, like my life is torn between two.
I love you I really do, but there’s Incognita
The mystery beneath my bed.
The monster in my closet, the woman that’s in my head.
I try to be a better man, but I can’t.
I wish you would understand that I want you.
Or at least I think that I do. I don’t know but hear me out.
Try to listen without having to shout.
It all happened three months ago.
We had an argument, I got laid off, and I ended up sleeping on the couch.
Days past and distance took it coarse.
I found someone who listened to me, joked with me, things I thought you didn't do.
Being with another woman was always a thought but never a reality.
Until today it seems like I found the woman for me.
Incognita, woman of my dreams.
As you wear your Prada and red bottom heels.
You look at me with your mesmerizing eyes and steal.
Every feeling I had before you came and showed me real.
Now bless me with your eternity and goddess like aura.
For this lifetime, is our lifetime.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
As sweet carols float throughout the wind.
Sipping sweat tea, honey bees buzzing to obtain their nectar.
We look up and ****** our bodies to the sun
******* up every aura and rays upon our skin.
The raspy sound of chalk pressed against the ground
The sound of children laughing in the distant.
In this instant you look around, and smile for time is at a standstill.
For now, we enjoy each other’s company.
Dripping heated therapy upon your back.
Minted leaves, honey scented incense burning in the distant.
Marvin Gaye, press play, pause, and repeat.
The melody and the beat
Just stop and listen, for your eyes my dear seem to glisten
With ever word I seem to speak.
Now this is an except of my Utopia, my alternate reality.
My dear, if I’m ever so distant close your eyes and dream.
For the person that’ll always be there waiting is me.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Welcome, to the intro of forever.
Where you’re fantasies may roam and hover.
All those insecurities and doubts may cease.
Come forth with me; tell me everything you ever dreamed.
For this time being I am no longer me, I am anything you wanted to see.
Undress and change into the bared skin that God gave you for me to see.
Lie down, turn over and repeat.
Over and over again, we hear the melody and the beat.
Sweat dripping off the warm shoulders of you and me.
As we lock eyes, you see no doubt.
Everything becomes so wrong, but as the same time so right.
You're lips gripping never are letting go as you begin to shout.
Legs shaking, knees trembling.
And as you wake from you’re slumber you have this grimace on your face that will show from miles away.
For “the fantasies got the best of me” you say.
Remember, every night and every day you wish to dream of me.
Because I am anything and everything you ever wanted to see.
Sweet Dreams.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Grandmother, woman of the wise.
Please teach me all that you know.
For that that pink ribbon that you wear every day.
Tell me, say that you love me and you will never decay.
Tell me, that you’re strong and you’ll fight another day.
No you’re not a savior, but you here for a reason so stay.
Grandmother, woman of the wise
I look back and feel you’re nurture.
You’re soft sweet elegance; you’re discussions that were relevant.
You’re smile, so calm and serene. Believe that this is just a phase.
That tomorrow it will all go away.
Grandmother…
Please look me in the eyes, tell me don’t worry baby.
It’ll be okay, that the Lord has a reason for everything.
Go to church on Sunday and pray. Thank the Lord that your
healthy and go about you’re day.
Grandmother, I now only wear this pink ribbon for the memory.
To acknowledge how strong you are. That with belief life takes you so far.
My prayers go out to all who lost ones in the past. Don’t worry their looking down smiling and proud.
Of you, so remember time heals all who are hurting life will get better.
So, wear that pink ribbon and smile, because we’re one of many united standing in a vast numbered crowd.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Sometimes we forget about the art of appreciation.
We go day by day, forgetting what’s important without hesitation.
We get the illusion that everything is fine.
Why can’t life be so easy?
Being impatient can be your own self destruction.
We all yearn to know and to understand without eruption.
Take time and look around. Walk outside and hear the sound.
Of the bells of life, ringing back and forth in the ear of comprehension.
Women, make you’re man hunger for your mental.
Because we as men first only look for physical.
Don’t take it personal it’s natural.
Until you do so it’s tactical.
It’s actually, too easy… That’s not what a true man wants.
Give us something no other man can have.
Or is that too much?
Appreciate what you have and love you for you.
The rest will follow as such.
Appreciation, show it because somebody else is just waiting for you to blow it.
Good Luck.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
As the sun reflex’s an immaculate glare.
Upon the flowers and as the honey bees acquire their nectar.
The breeze of wind from the west blows east as the young tribe sets to feast.
From the belly of the beast, from the ground and to the trees,
We were once sunflower seeds.
So small and so innocent, without a care in the world to say the least.
We should look back and acquire the imagination, as children it was amazing.
Astonishing that we could be
Anything we ever dreamed and desired.
Picking fruit from that apple tree, the juices sweetened just for me
So lovely a day it was, playing games with the neighbors across the street.
The feeling of being free is a virtue, a God given right not just for me, but for thee.
Back then summer time felt like a lifetime, never having to tip the hour glass over.
Man those were the days.
But we grow up not sunflower seeds, yet sunflowers.
You see, the sun still shining but a little brighter on me.
Because my path is different, and I’m not just a ****
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
The man that I see in the mirror scares me.
The boy that I see in the mirror follows me.
Day to day the devil temps me.
But I stay strong, holding on to Gods hand,
Hoping he delivers me.
See these growing pains weren’t always so painful.
Once upon a time these mere memories were cheerful.
But, life took its course and my loved ones went their separate ways.
Those were the days, summer of 1998 where I first discovered my best friend.
She was so elegant, charming, funny, and her discussions were always relevant.
Seems like we spent a lifetime in our tree house.
I remember when my mom used to call our names and were quiet as a mouse,
Hoping we didn’t have to come out.
But nothing good last forever, in the spring of 2003 it was the last time I could your face.
I hope one day we meet again, and I could hug you for a lifetime from beginning to end.
Now as grow older and I move forward I always look back to my past for comfort.
I may not know my destiny, or my purpose, but I know that my journey is worth it.
So take a seat, relax and breath because remember, that my growing pains weren't
Always so painful.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Occasionally, I look into the sky.
Searching for answers that I’ll probably never find.
But the feeling of wishing and wanting overpowers my body.
The spirit, that lives inside my soul suddenly reflects an aura glow.
It shows, that I have determination, an eager will to never let go.
It lets people know, that I am strong, and I will not walk away.
Go ahead, judge me from my past.
But who’s to say, that one day.
One day I will be able to give my mom that dream house she always wanted.
Give her those designer purses, so she can go ahead and flaunt it.
I want so much for my future, that I am impatient.
I want success now, but I don’t have the resources to obtain it.
Lord give me a sign, that I’m going in the right direction
For my biggest fear is to fail, in which would lead me to destruction.
Hard-work, dedication, and persistence.
Stop me now if there’s something that I’m missing.
My dream work will work, just wait and listen.
For the sound of success is breaking out of my prison.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC