Z - Hello Poetry

Z Jul 2019

No mother, no father and the only sibling left,
Because his family was wiped out by a horse man named death.
Young child cried for days, weeks, months and almost a year,
Death took his love and left his heart with a tare.

He can't go home, and he has no where to go,
And no one cares for him and no love they'd show.
So he ran far in the bushes and to the river where his mother used to wash,
Alone, I'm cold and afraid of what he may touch.

He sits all night and look at the stars and he say,
That he never wish that he was with his family some way.
And he became so quiet and he moved less every day.
Until he became like a rock, no motion, no look and no interest in play.

Child by the river, poor child by the river, they would tease each day,
When the other children go to swim, dance and play.
But they didn't stay for long because they were afraid of how he sit and stare,
But little did they know, his soul was no longer there.

Months and years past and the children did this repeatedly,
Until the child by the river disappeared suddenly.
So the children were afraid that he hid some where,
Waiting finally to get back at them with a scare.

But later on the news that was shown that day,
They all learned about the child by the river and that he had decay.
No more child but the river where the waters flow,
The children no longer go there, so many wild bushes grow.
And the elders go to wash sometimes and hear his voice so sad and light,
That keeps the village at ease especially in the middle of the night.

Z Jul 2019

Why fight to let go later

He loves her yes, so he fights for her no matter what,
He cares for her yes, so no slips, no faults will stop him not even cuts.
So she's his main goal, his future the woman he wants to be with,
And he's loyal, faithful and won't stand *******.
And they count their days and mark their love,
Stacking their feelings for each other so far above.
But so long, so much time, fight, pain and over coming,
To bring them to a point was continuing is cunning.
He fought for her then and now he looses his hope and do as others have told,
So he leaves her to cry and he leaves her cold.

For what some other woman who he has to start over with,
And more time to bind and less time to sit.
He left her cold for someone else,
And he cried to her and said it was a mistake he made all by himself.
What mistake, a mistake is like dropping and egg,
But when it comes to taking advantage of someone's love, your better off dead.
Because she'll remember the times and the things in the past you say,
Like bae I love you, I won't ever hurt or leave you and I'll always stay.

She loves him, yes, so she sacrificed everything,
And if she could make the world stop spin, she would do it for him.
She cares for him yes, so no imperfections matter at all,
And she will stand by his side and fall when he falls.
And keeps in mind their anniversary at all times,
Some when they live to see that day, they'll have fun and lime.
But so long, so much time, fight, pain and over coming,
To bring them to a point was continuing is cunning.
She fought for him then and now she looses her hope and do as others have told,
So she leaves him to cry and she leaves him cold.

For what some other man who she has to start over with,
And more time to bind and less time to sit.
She left him cold for someone else,
And she cried to her and said it was a mistake she made all by herself.
What mistake, a mistake is like putting too much salt in a pie,
But when it comes to taking advantage of someone's soft heart, you'll wish you die.
Because he'll remember the times and the things in the past you say,
Like babe I love you, I won't ever hurt or leave you and I'll always stay.

Z Jul 2019

Why the winds blow

It touches the leaves and the fruits in every tree,
It keeps every living thing alive and let them be.
Touch the souls of men, granting grace to every type,
God made the wind blow to touch the world and give the breath of life.

Why the winds blow, why do hail snow,
No matter what men try to do to the wind, they can't ever make it slow.
Its an element, one of the strongest of them all,
Whether the earth stays steady, the fire burns bright or the waters stand tall.

We need it to survive. We exhale to revive,
And without the breath of life no man could survive,
And if that day comes when the lord will vacuum the earth,
The wind will blow no more and there'll be no more life or rebirth.

Why the winds blow, I believe to show us the way,
The way to look, the way to think and the way to pray.
Like the sun that rises from the east from hence his throne,
The winds blow even when one dies to guide him or her home.

Z Jun 2019

******

Again and again, another one drops,
Like fly out of sky, he drops on the spot.
Lifeless, without breath another innocent one dies in vain.
Left in distress another mother cries in pain.

Before this happen he was a humble young boy,
He grew up alone so he played with toys,
Never outside much, and always doing his work,
And every Sunday his family and him went to church.

He wasn't the brightest, tallest or fastest in his class,
But nothing that challenged him never made his last,
Because he had a mindset that no one could have changed,
So he topped the class ever year to stay out of range.

But as typical people, some saw him and dislike him,
While others say he was good and humble and they love everything about him.
But haters never stopped envying and hating,
But that young boy always kept his head, straighten.

******, gun shots, civilians scream and body drops,
Blood flows, like burst pipes in the pitch road,
People in amaze, with a shocked face to see who got shot,
Sad to see a good young boy, only 14 picked up more than 4 reload.

Now his friends cry, and other people keep asking why,
It's hard to tell who would ring his bell and send this boy's soul to sell.
Dead and gone in a space, left with eyes open looking up to the sky.
The ****** hits and now cold in bones splits, soon to hear the church bell.

Again and again, another one drops,
Like fly out of sky, he drops on the spot.
Lifeless, without breath another innocent one dies in vain.
Left in distress another mother cries in pain.

Z Jun 2019

My twin

My twin, my killer instinct and my sins,
Was once out when I was small,
Fearless, evil minded and my anger grew tall.
I had no understanding of what I was doing at the time,
So the life of murders and thieves were the mountains I climbed.

Have you ever killed a man?
I will not answer that question, no I will not.
My past is my past and not even my mother knows these dots.
So I'll keep it behind me and set my anger low,
Because when it raise too many bones break and too many blood will flow.

I want to stay humble and yet many things is trying to break him out,
My twin is to stay inside because I don't like to shout.
My heart is weak and my eyes may deceive me,
I pray to you God that through my anger please keep me.

Twin of thirst, twin of hunger and twin of pain,
Blood he thirsts, he hungers for bones and seeks joy in pain,
Slay one today, maybe another and even another again.
So he's staying inside, so very deep inside because I know the things he see,
And the things he went through as a child, turn him to the person he turned out to be.

I can feel the rush I can feel the pressure and my heart beats so loud,
So I constantly pray to God and keep my head and eyes in the clouds.
I'm afraid to let him out not now, at this age, not this hour,
Because bodies get cold and they'll bathe in their own blood shower.

Too many are getting tempted to touch,
So maybe I break a hand or a leg and put them in a crouch.
Don't watch what's mine, mine is mine unless it chose someone else,
If not I'll aim to shoot every living thing off your shelf.

My twin, my killer instinct and my sins,
Was once out when I was small,
Fearless, evil minded and my anger grew tall.
I had no understanding of what I was doing at the time,
So the life of murders and thieves were the mountains I climbed.

Z Jun 2019

A woman

They represent rebirth and life,
They are strong yet weak, within themselves.
They know what they are for,
And will fight for truth and righteousness, that's assured.
And even if they fall somewhere along the way,
God will answer their cries from the depts they pray.
Because they were first, before man and now after,
And the world became so cold and misleads, that woman where drawn to disaster.
Yet some women stood tall and proud because they knew their worth,
And they were victorious and they were never hurt.
A woman is a man's key of life,
Most men find the perfect one and make them their wife.
While some women defile themselves and fall asleep in sin,
Other sorts to righteousness and seeks wisdom from deep within.
Fornication and folly most women indulge in today,
Selling their bodies and it's all I can do is what they would say.
They no longer wait on man to make their move,
The women of today are deciding to jump into the groove.
They seek the defilement of the flesh more than ever,
*** is now like a game to some which isn't all that clever.
But that's them, because most men are the same,
So really it makes no sense pointing out women's shame.
A woman who listens to her man's instructions is good,
And she listens willingly and with her heart as she should.
She obeys the right things he says for her to do,
And as the same he will do it in return too.
So blessed is the man who haveth his own,
His own mind, his own place and his own woman.
And blessed is the woman who cherishes that good man,
And forever love him, care for him and holds his hands.
A woman is representing rebirth and life,
And I hope I have found the right girl, to make her a woman and become my wife.

Z Jun 2019

Rainy day

It's a rainy day,
Many games to play,
While some are outside,
It's inside I crave.
And I hope you know what inside I mean,
The inside that's clean,
Always wet and warm waiting for me to slip in.
It's like warm seas, just needing to take a dip,
While the rest of the body works, and tongue kissing no lips.
I'm so cold, I just want to cuddle and be held,
With a grip from her waist tighten hips,
Bodies so warm so we twist and turn,
And our hearts race and neck burns.
No sound but the rain drops,
That bounce off many roof tops,
And that bonce back,
With my hands around her back like back straps.
Craving is a joke,
And I ain't talking about some drinks and smoke,
But like that lay down, lay back and that neck choke.
*******,
Or even inside her, where its warm like in snow coats.
It's the feeling all about now. I can't stop thinking,
About tongue kissing, breast squeezing and her back sinking.
Straight shots and I don't mean drinking,
Like one foot short and long and I ain't talking about limping.
Only that moan hearing, *** clapping and **** stroking.
It's a rainy day,
So what you expect,
Only play fighting, rain bathing or even football playing,
Well what about *** gaining, back straining and our bodies paining,
When we're done and *** dripping like taps flowing.
It's just me craving.
And if we can't do all of that well we could still hug,
And bite each other like bed bugs,
And I'll still kiss you and squeeze your *******,
Although that's the most we might get to do but it's still love.
I'm just missing you, missing holding, hugging and kissing you.
But don't worry, I'll get over it,
Then maybe take a ****,
Thinking about you mostly then remember about this poem and say it's lit.
Then I'll lay in bed while the rain falls,
Because I'm too cold to go outside.
Then I'll knock out and dream about it all.