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Desmond the poet Jan 2019
On my knees, I kneel.
I beg for compassion.
........ Because......
To love is to forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is divine.
To error is human.

Don't deny the fulfillment of God's law.
love isn't optional but God's command.
And forgiveness is Godly.
Please forgive me, come back home.

Our home has turned into a house.
It's cold, please come back.
Come back and make it warm.
Please come back to restore this home.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.

Forgiving won't change the past.
But can change our future.
Please forgive me, take my hand, let's boldy face the future till death do us part.

After all, in the words of Bishop T. D. Jakes: "love is union of two great forgivers not lovers"
This just show the power of forgiveness.
  Oct 2018 Desmond the poet
Danielle
I refuse to let your eyes look back.
The Past is nothing.
A lesson learned and forgotten.
Let it softly fade
And the stars shine bright.
Don’t ever look back.
  Oct 2018 Desmond the poet
Tapan jena
Ask your questions now
But don’t expect any answers
For you know what I know
And I don’t, what you know not

Confused about which path to take
Don’t be anymore
All of it ends with the same purpose

Don’t stop, don’t look back
It doesn’t matter which road we embark
What matters is that we embark

Are you scared of what lies ahead?
Is it the uncertainties, that frightens you?
Well, not all poems rhyme,
Not all stories follow the typical plot lines
Life is what you make of it
Without knowing what’s going to happen next.
  Oct 2018 Desmond the poet
Melancholic
Last night I dreamed that you were mine
And I was happy at that moment
I was at peace

But then I woke up
And I realized that you will never be mine
And then I started to cry
  Sep 2018 Desmond the poet
Renee
I'm sure I look fine.

Days like today,
I want to strip the skin
From my forearms
Using only my fingernails.

Days like today,
I want to wring out
My legs like a washcloth,
Squeeze the rolls on my stomach
Until they're empty.

Days like this,
I want to walk away from my body
forever.

I'm sure I look fine.
They’ve said
If you write down
your problems
they might disappear ,
Wishful thinking
I tell you.
She writes
no one noticed
She screams
no one heard
She’s drowning
in herself
no one notice
her struggles
she feels like
she doesn’t belong
not a thing going her way
not a **** thing
She’s too full of life
too half live
She’s too full of love
to be half loved
Her heart fighting a raw pain
no one understand
no one even care to notice...
She’s an entire earthquake
confined in her own prison
of her skins
bones as bars
pretty flesh planted feet
waiting for someone to notice
the soil beneath her feet
is breaking...
Pretty face
so perfect in every way
yet no one notice
the sky above her head
is falling
no exit doors
nowhere to run
she can no longer hide
her pieces are falling
into darkness
though the lights are bright
within the dark roads
of a beautiful soul


Can you See her now ?
TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!
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