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 Sep 2019 Shabnam
Colm
You’d have better luck storing rain in your mouth
Steadying quiet clouds with your eyes
Alive

Mere perfection doesn’t exist I see
No
And the cake is a lie

It’s the desire to interject
And infuse
Which I push against

Yourself insinuating from which I hide

This look says me
Let me feel my feelings felt
Or else there is no point left alive
A name would be too personal here. But I will say that there was once a time, when my intuition was very right about something. And in that moment, I felt awful about life. Because I knew what was happening, and yet the other person, who was supposed to reassure me of such, only furthered the deception and tried to comfort me with kindness, not truth. Which is something, to me, that is super personal. Don't forcibly stop my feelings felt, unless you have a **** good reason for doing so.

Just Let Me Feel My Feelings Sometimes. That to me, is humanity.
I'm terrified
Of loving you
Wanting you
Giving my heart to you

Losing it
Having it break in two
Believing every word you say
And it mean nothing to you

I'm terrified of it failing
I don't want to give up on you
Give me a reason to believe
Feel safe with you

Take this fear from me
Hold me close
Protect me from outside forces
And give me warmth

I'm terrified of this love
Wanting you
Loving you
Giving myself to you
Regardless..
I'll be terrified

But you'll help me feel safe
Loved
Wanted
Adored

Be patient with me
Remind me of your love
Enough to take this fear from me
And forget about it...
Eventually
 Sep 2019 Shabnam
trisha
in this world at a certain
time and place
there is better for me
by God's grace
the battle is yet to be fought
When out of nowhere a tiny little humming bird spread it's wings .
The million flails , a sight to adore reminding each day is meant to try a little more .

"All great things come in small packages" become truly their features ,
The miniature wonders are incredible teachers  .

Sacred , magical , tiny miracles are the little angels of god ,
Bespoke endurance , mighty perseverance , beauty of life they hemmed and hawed ,
The true purpose of life they bestowed .

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
03.09.2019.
Humming birds are so special in every little way ... Rhyming verse..
Your Poems ,shall always inspire Me to never give up.
Your Poems ,always give me encouragement as well.
Your Poems, are beautiful and touches my heart also.
Your Poems, are always a joy for Me to read and connect.
For each poem that I read of yours connect us together.
Your Poems, always reveal things and I like getting to know you.
For We are family of God, and God is using your poetry.
To touch and help others to grow through your experience.
 Sep 2019 Shabnam
Simpleton
Once I went to a place
Where the sky was azure
And the water a turquoise jewel
Botanical trees so lush and green
A calming breeze soothed across the skin
Like a blanket of peace
And I wondered if this is on Earth
A landscape of this world
Then what must paradise be like?
It is said to be beyond what anyone can imagine
Dear Almighty
Let heaven not forsake me
Let it not forbid me
Nor spit me out
Reject me after the trials of my life are over
Let me not reach the end of this tunnel
To never enter the light
It is You who knows best my Lord
For if heaven was easy to enter
There would be littered bodies
Of willing sacrifice
To sit along the rivers of wine
And enjoy eternal youth and beauty
Where there is no thirst nor hunger
To be amongst the company of Angels
And the best of nations, tribes, people and tongues
Standing before Thy throne
Where Messiahs have awaited
Enjoying eternal salvation
 Sep 2019 Shabnam
Simpleton
Her hopes and dreams
Always lay in
One day
The day she gets out
The day she finds salvation
So she became a runner
Every hurdle every mountain
She ran through every fire
Seeking happines
Pursuing freedom
Everytime she thought she had it
Suddenly
It would explode before her very eyes
Without reason
Without fault
Everyone and everything was always out to get her
But one day perhaps not today
I'll be strong she'd say
I'll be happy and free
Independent and me

Until time slowed her down
And running was no longer an option
One day
Not today
But perhaps a day
Where only my body remains
My mind will cease
I'll stop running
There would be nothing to flee

When she speaks of that day
Not a grimace on her face
Nor a tear in her eye
No
She awaits it like prayer to be answered
With hope
With love
Like a sure solution
To this damnation
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