Honey, milk and tea,
As sweet as your vocality.
Misplaced songs like paper planes.
Like a music box retains,
Your melodic voice.
This clown drowned in your voice.
Your spellbinding sound.
Beyond fear, she is crowned.
A poem designed
With heart strings.
My letter are a thousand years behind.
Her voice charms Kings.
The eyes of an artist.
Like a ghost I don't exist.
Her voice a mixture of spices.
Words in a picture, prizes.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
With my rhymes I take a journey through the human mind.And find that the reflection is one of a kind.A reflection caught in time.
It’s too late to catch up once your own reflection has left you behind.When the soul speaks even the reflection in the mirror weeps.A reflection that keeps.
A reflection that sleeps.
I got the lyrical mind set that’s why my rhymes are deep.
Reflection is like a book with blank pages.
A picture of a man with a thousand faces.
The reflection has no secrets.
Your reflection the antagonist.
Your reflection the realist.
The reflection is different when I look in the mirror.Main Blade the mask the monster,
Seeing his reflection shatters mirrors.
The dreams turned to nightmares.
The reflection is a skilled story teller.
The reflection is bipolar.
Like narcissus who saw his own reflection and drowned.
A reflection unnoticed.
A reflection tainted.
A reflection unexplored.
The reflection of a man deep in thought.
Like looking through the mirror through an iron mask.
An impossible task.
The reflection is vast, I can’t dwell on the past.
Trust decays like rust
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 2:30 PM UTC
When i looked deep into your eyes.
I knew i had to apologize.
From one perspective
Her diamond heart necklace
is nowhere to be found.
Her hearts beauty leaves people spellbound.
When i saw you my heart failed me.
Basically
I was a clown drowning in my own fears.
I cant tell you because something always interferes.
Who knows what the next few weeks will bring.
Seeing
That we might not see each-other.
Even though we never met one another.©M.P.Jacobs
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
I sent millions of letters and poems hoping everytime she was my soulmate.
I ran after her just so she could disappear
Forever.
Left my whole life for you only to find you dont feel the same.
I constantly dream about loving you and holding you, only to wake up then you are gone.
I searched for my soulmate in a cold vast world.
I cried a fountain full of tears for her.
I found you and we said we are going to spend our lives together.
Only to find out it was all a lie.
I will never find you, because i only see you in my dreams.
I looked for you everywhere, but i never found you.
I threw a rose in a pond for you.
When i loved you the most guess what you didn't exist.
I opened my heart to love only to be disappointed.
I had so much love to give but it left me empty.
I looked at every girl, wrote poems for some of them only to find out they weren't my soulmate.
I cut down a forest of trees to forget about the pain they caused me.
I gave up on finding you my soulmate but i never stopped loving you.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
You slammed the door in my face.
When i was down you kicked me.
Rejected all my letters.
When my heart was broken, you stepped on the pieces.
You left me out in the cold waiting for you.
When it rained you left my tears running.
When i wanted to do everything for you,
No you wonder why i don't love anymore.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
An array of flowers.
Your tears like showers.
Your heart like a masterpiece created.
Your shoes gold plated.
There is no certainty.
When you are happy
The grass turns green.
Like a queen on the front page of a magazine.
Fate had other ideas.
Your heart's music plays for different reasons.
Be wary of those who trespass.
Your beauty shown in creativeness.
Go either left or right.
Beauty is every womans birthright.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Her hearts grandeur.
When I wrote this poem I didn’t know what was in store.
A plaque against the wall reads beware.
Her heart is a place untouched.
A long abandoned corridor which leads to places untouched.
It’s something she must confront.
Her hearts beauty is unmatched.
Her heart is entrancing.
An alarm goes off if you are found trespassing.
Her heart is still filled somber memories.
Nature’s bizarre masterpiece –
The valley of desolation that has been untouched for centuries.
They had to build a huge dam to keep all her teardrops.
Hurt her and its like opening Pandora’s Box.
All her memories kept in a safety deposit box.
Make her cry and you won’t get a warning of the attack.
I hope she gives positive feedback.
I can’t expect her to write back.
She has the name of someone and something
Tattooed on her arm and a dragon on her back.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
She is like a princess.
Her poem is priceless.
Beautiful flowers blooming.
A rose kept in a glass casing.
The bees start stinging.
All those who are caught staring.
There’s a thousand words to say.
Her beauty leads the way.
No matter what they say.
She couldn’t have imagined.
That her poem would be created.
On her beauty’s terms.
After all,
Hanging on a brick wall
A mirror confirms
That she is the fairest of them all.
If you don’t recognize her beauty.
You will be attacked by something spooky.
Even though we haven’t been talking.
I pray that she will enjoy reading.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Megan a comet with your name.
That is a shame.
I am not writing your poem for acclaim.
Her heart in chains.
Nobody can see her pain.
A stone wall entrance
Describing her beauty in one sentence.
Hope this poem got her attention.
A bubble to keep her happy.
Her reflection in the water.
The water froze of jealousy.
Does this poem even matter?
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
I though it was real.
That is how it feels.
Like licking stamps
Like a madman I started rubbing the lamp.
Given on a dish.
I had three wishes.
I couldn't see
That she never loved me.
I didn't have a clue.
I realised I wasted two.
I knew I was ******
I was by the third tempted.
I was bothered
Until I got thrown by a bucket of water.
Where no one can hear you screaming.
I realised I was only day dreaming.©M.P.Jacobs
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC