Abish: Poems

1.9k · Feb 2022

Abish Feb 2022

A charming young man on a boring old day
Sat with his guitar, and began to play.

His angelic wings cushioned his back.
So soft and pure, in color, they did not lack.

His calloused hands plucked at the strings.
The notes that he played were such beautiful things.

The notes and the scales would soon evolve into a song.
written on the air... It would not last long.

A song that would never be matched again.
Each day, his songs were different but the same

Each song held a purpose, whatever it was.
It was up to the listener to interpret its cause.

This is about PhilzaMinecraft (a minecraft youtuber) playing the Guitar

#minecraf #guitar #music #rhyme

797 · Feb 2022

The Blood God

Abish Feb 2022

The Blood God

A violins Song can be heard in the crisp morning air.
Its owner has pink, strawberry milk, hair.

his tusks, long and pointed like the ax on his back.
his resolve may waver but it will never crack.

the kindness that's given he returns tenfold
and the injustice he returns can not be controlled.

Though he wants peace, others call for blood.
and with their chants, his head will flood.

He knows peaceful Government is just a facade
So now it is time for Blood for the blood god.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!

#god #dsmp #technoblade

571 · Feb 2022

Lost

Abish Feb 2022

Lost

She screamed to the heavens, and not a soul called back.
She was utterly alone, and she was grateful for that.

A horrible turn to have when trapped.
A feathered arrow, tied with precision and care lodged in her back.

Although pain was not something she lacked.
she thought she would die, and to her, that's a fact.

The sound of snow crunching from someone unknown.
Told her that she was no longer alone.

Her newfound companion wanted her blood.
When she saw their figures all she thought was "Crud".

#sad #lost #minecraft

367 · Apr 2020

Yellow (pokemon adventures manga)

Abish Apr 2020

Yellow (pokemon adventures manga)

Her hair is like gold, pulled back yet hidden.
Although naive and childlike, she’s committed
When her friends are threatened by the villain.
With her psychic powers, she heals the wounded
With the same powers, she reads their feelings
Traveling with her six friends, she goes to
find red. Riding Dody, her search taking
her through all the city’s, routes and towns too.
The elite four she must fight, Lance,
Agatha, Bruno, and Loralie complicate
Her plans. After meeting Blain nows her chance.
To Cerise Island, where battles await.
The final fight between Lance and Yellow,
Ends with Yellows victorious echo.

this poem is based on my favorite Manga character. Her name is Amarillo Del Bosque Verde but goes by Yellow Caballero.

#sonnet #pokemon #yellow

342 · Apr 2020

Okami (Amaterasu)

Abish Apr 2020

Okami (Amaterasu)

Her fur is as white as the purest snow.
Her black eyes could pierce the strongest souls.
In the form of a white wolf this Shinto
Goddess will save us from Orochi’s goals.
With the Celestial Brush as her weapon,
The goddess will win with all her goodness
After defeating Orochi there is much peace

this is based on the japanese Goddess Amaterasu

#myth #japan #okami

250 · May 2020

Harness the Kindness

Abish May 2020

Harness the Kindness

I cannot give any more.
I cannot give any more.
But my whole personalities built around "kindness"
and if I cant give then I'm what?
Stuck?
So let's work this out,
whats wrong with your heart?
It won't come out,
no, it won't even start
and then moving on, what's wrong with your brain?
It yearns for the past, but it won't be the same.
it's clear to see you've got a disease.
What's the disease?
Well, its called Empathy.
It means you'll give blood till there's none left to bleed.
But I do not want to be kind!
What?
I only want to survive,
No, this efforts exhausting it's getting me nowhere
and where does that leave me? Alone.
You do not have a choice.
The honey slips into your voice
kindness flows through your veins
and its something that cannot be changed
caring is what fulfills you
lear to harness it before it kills you.

this peom er well its more of lyrics to a song that a WIP is based on an empath

#empathy

217 · Feb 2022

Roses

Abish Feb 2022

Roses

Violets arent blue
but roses are red
dont listen to the voices in your head
the roses are wilted
the violets are dead
and you just want to curl up in your bed
go get new violets
and try to water those roses
while the hole in your heart
slowly closes

#sad

187 · Apr 2020

Love at First Sight

Abish Apr 2020

Love at First Sight

When I first saw you
in my heart I knew you were the one.
But I fought the feeling.
Now you are the feeling.

when I looked into the sky,
I saw your face in the stars.
And, now you are the stars.

this is a love poem I made about love at first sight
in my opinion its kinda cringy

#love

167 · Apr 2020

Where im from

Abish Apr 2020

Where im from

I am from the Bookcase,
from the Bookcase and the Stuffed Puppy.
I am from the white rocks on the ground,
and the dried dirt beneath those rocks.
I am from The Pomegranate Tree
whose Red fruit is both sweet and sour.
I am from the Aole Vera plant and Trampoline.
From Cordon and Beltran.
I am from tall men and little women,
from the know it alls, and the overwhelmers.
I am from my mothers Homemade food,
from her Choco flan, and Carne Asada Fries.
From the religious conversion of my great grandfather,
and from the crash where my grandfather was lost.
The beautiful sky my parents painted on my bedroom’s ceiling.
I am from the black sheep of the family,
Judged and shamed by others for being different.

this is a poem about my childhood home
this poem is also a parody of Where I’m FromBy George Ella Lyon

#home #personal

166 · Apr 2020

The Fall (part2)

Abish Apr 2020

The Fall (part2)

Oh, the thrill of the chase as we soar
through the air
With our home up ahead and the wind
in our hair
As we draw ever closer, my friend
gives a shout
but then comes a net and I am
knocked out.

this is an Iambic poem I have written as a part 2 of The Fall. After what happened in the fall the remaining child and I are soaring across the ocean to get home. As we get closer to home my friend (the other kid) gives a shout of warning but its too late and a Net flies through the air and hits me, knocking me out.

#nightmare #dream #sad #sleep

156 · Apr 2020

The Fall

Abish Apr 2020

The Fall

The children assembled, 6 fine, hearty kids,
We strapped on our backpacks, stood ready to fly,
At the sound oh the shriek we were swiftly airborne
But 4 of our numbers were fated to die.

I wrote this poem this morning, it was based on the nightmare I had last night. my nightmare was about me and 7 other kids around my age were kidnapped and were about to be murdered. When our kidnappers gathered to **** one of us, the other twelve (including me) escaped from our captors. Six of us were able to gather our backpacks that carried our belongings as we escaped. As we ran through a forest we came to a stop at the edge of a cliff. we all turned around thinking of heading back the way we came but our kidnappers were right behind us holding the crying kid that they were going to **** earlier. We all turn to each other and seem to read each others minds and gave a nod of understanding. we all lined up at the edge of the cliff smelling the ocean breeze. we all look at each other one last time as we held on to our backpacks, and jumped over when we heard the 7th kids scream. as we fell one kid and I suddenly sprouted large white wings causing us to ride through the air like eagles. the kid and I looked back expecting the others to do the same but instead, we saw them falling, no matter how hard or fast we flapped our wings we were not able to save the other 4 who jumped with us.

And then I woke up.

#dream #nightmare #sad #death

112 · Apr 2020

In Memoriam

Abish Apr 2020

In Memoriam

"Do you remember the way home?" she always asks, like
a woman in a fairy tale protecting her
daughter from the
dangers of the world.
"Yes," I remind her
dutifully, as
I step into the woods, haunted by
desire for certainty and her dread. I promise to leave a trail of clues
in the dark, for her or me or someone who follows.
The bread crumbs glow. none of us are alone.

this is a poem for my friend whos mom died in a hit and run last year

#sad

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