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TKO Jul 2016
I always thought:             "if He exists,
                he must be the Lord of Lists.

                                             Who-did-whats?
Who-did-this?
                                             Who gets punishment?
Who's earned bliss?"

I always thought:                "if He exists,
                there ought be an ironic twist.

To watch His children who defied
and forsook His shore at
the turn of the tide."*


                                                       ­                                                 *2016 - TKO
TKO Jun 2016
Breaths fall short.
Thoughts crumble in defeat,
But the sensation of creation
Still aches to feel complete.
A chest has no treasure
Unless you have the key;
Tidings creatively delivered
By a verse of fantasy.
Inspiration billows within.
Without the words to convey,
My masterful poésie is still
Waiting for its wave.
Where lack of inspiration, becomes the inspiration.
  Jun 2016 TKO
ryn
Mutual...
Like the beach,
sparkling with radiance.
Openly welcoming the soothing
caress of the waves.
Allowing them to
playfully tug
at her toes
before retreating back
into the ocean tide.

Mutual...
Like the leaf,
that shines amber
in the autumn sun.
Silently inviting the wind
to sweep it off the threats
of the brittle twig.
Trusting the breeze to set it aloft,
in a whimsical spiral
before releasing it gently
into the safety of the ground below.

Mutual...**
Like you and I.
As we confidently
match each other's
gait in a display
of song and dance.
Though our exchange
remains unworded,
the promise of love
rings clear within
the clasp of your
willing hands
in mine.
TKO May 2016
I forgive you for all
Of the changes you never make,
The blame I've had to take,
The broken promises that fostered doubt,
The nights of my heart being strewn about.

I forgave the friend with whom you left.
I forgave you for leaving him bereft.
I forgave your cowardice in the face of guilt
And my trust in you being sound as silt.

The shrapnel in your wake, left for me to sift,
Has created rift, after rift, after rift, after rift.
Although I duck love's fists anew,
I forgive you ***.
It's not for you to undo.
I related to a beautiful poem by Rose. Thus, I was inspired by: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653682/amri/  --- Check it out!
TKO May 2016
"It is in its pursuit" -- they say.
Is this the only way, I wonder.
Are there greater riches to plunder
Without weathering the hull
To be torn asunder?

"No victory without strife" -- ?
Yet I feel joy with you, my wife.
Although we both settled for less,
When we merged our family crests,
We are both comfortable and in love.
The solitary sailor shall decree
To always want and need more
Is a flagrant disease.

My happiness will never cease.
Even when these creases
Finish meandering across my wasted body,
My soul will be a vessel of my love for you.
Evidence that our happiness was pure and true.
TKO May 2016
"Don't you recall?"                                     
  This seems important
  As your shoulders fall


  "Do you even remember?"                    
  No, Dear
  Nor the fifth of November


  "What do you feel?"                                                           ­           
  *I feel like you ask too much of a broken mind
  Can't we both forget the forgotten
  One more time?
TKO May 2016
Your features are flawless,
Sculpted from perfection into
Something more remarkable.
      Your skin is like that of a goddess,
      Outlining a sedulous smile
      That says your up to no good.
The wit you displayed on a turn of a dime
Certainly helped us pass our time together.
You spoke with sophistication.
Your goals lofty, but achievable.

               I wonder if I could withstand
               Never having the upper hand?
               Reaching has never been my style,
               Though, surely it would be worthwhile
               If it ushered in the beginning
               To an end, worth spending
               Time to attend to.
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