since that destined afternoon
when we met, I've failed at every attempt
to script a poem for you
for whenever I drew your portrait in my
palace of conception, it always was
amorphous and white for unrevealed
was what shall light the fire of muse
but last mighttide I poured in
colours and paints I conceived
from our short colloquy.
i saw strange shades
that laign with mine fortuitously
and I crave to see the colors and their shades
that sit quietly, unknown to me.
do not doubt these verses and even
though they intend to smear flattery, I
script no colourless lies when I say
in the world, you're the only poem in flesh.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
I sat there alone, prisoned in poetry
Scripting verses of melancholy
Then my eyes stumbled upon a soul
Sitting empty in idleness
Looking at the screen and ceiling.
I attempted to perceive her face
From the pattern of her hair and the design
Of her skin but blurred was my vision
Until she turned to reveal
Her beautiful face possessing a smile
That’s seductive for it seduced me
To smile from the frown my face held
And the gentle wave of her soft hands
Was graceful enough to inspire me
To compose for her, this poem
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Habitually I look out my window
I seek as always, a rainbow
For it’s the most beautiful of God’s creation
For the poet in me, it’s an insatiable temptation
But as I see the skies and I admire
More than I’ve ever seen or known
How can I miss dawn’s offer to my desire
To fall upon what for most is disdain, thence unknown
As sun hides behind the opaque skies
Only lights the clouds, a picturesque
The heavenly image drawn behind my eyes
Whispers “admirer of me, a poesy is due”
And my mind fills swiftly with your portraits
Covertly but leisurely, tastes like parfaits
In fantasy of my courteous ecstasy, and is cozy
I’m inspired, so I pen for you a fresh poesy
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
I stab the heart of darkness
And turn the blade leisurely slow.
The blade plunged in black blood.
The pale skin of blindness,
I wash with a colorful glow,
And bathe it in a gentle scud.
I choke the throat of sorrow
With bare hands of absolute rapture.
Its wheezes make a symphony.
And pour beauty in morrow
For my eyes to adoringly capture
The yawps in a revel ceremony.
On the corrupted soul of sadness
I paint hues of brief blisses
But so pristine that it blushes
As I cleanse the spirit with happiness
I cover her with sweet kisses
So lovely that it brings in rushes
I cherish the death of all ugliness
And reminisce the cold miserable days
Enclosed by dirt, filth and lust
I lose myself in the ecstatic liveliness
Of altruistic pruriency's welcomed stays
Wrapped in benign love and its trust
My saviour, love, I mumble a prayer
For your vigour and ****** heart
Unbleached mind and smile's delight
Through this poesy I present a layer
Of gratitude for my journey's start,
With your soft touch, of life and light.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC