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Kody dibble Dec 2016
Thanks again
Trimming banquets of ice-ish tunnels of growth and decay,
Like swords and staves abound each day,
Like plenty I follow the whim of today,
Please help us all form a new day,

Easy come, easy go,
That's what the white-liner says as it goes,
For me to be free inside of my sea,
I'd often need a place to be
#newness #being #life
Kody dibble Nov 2016
Stencil-streamed mud-clipped boots,
Eiffel tower disguise,
Brilliantly wrapped in a corona,
Of sadness and delight

Un-burdened I dance,
Stinging silently across,
Aqua colors,
Symposium of disaster they call,
Whom life?

You speak of as if it was betrothed to you alone,
Or some ghast faint reflection
Someday the purpose of creation,
will creatively in-twine, over
and over again

Dis-purse, dis-purse,
like cool mists of glee,
showers of gladness,
inside droplets of peace
  Nov 2016 Kody dibble
ryn
The light touches
of the wind,
caress the blush
in reddened cheeks.

Gentle fingers abscond
with the moisture
in hapless tears.

Teasing playfully,
the obstinacy
of wayward strands.

Inciting a smile
from a heavy heart,
lifting off the anvil
that carry all fears.
Kody dibble Oct 2016
Silencing call of passion,
When you talk of 1800's style vintage
Perception no-one knows, but when you see
Gross underwrites with turning phone dials
You wake
A part of you discovering you
Like a wheel chasing itself you laugh
Hradly suspicious of anything else
I hear the fragrance of Canada is
Calm except for the penal regrets
Of solemn senses
  Oct 2016 Kody dibble
Ignatius Hosiana
"It's just one night",
said the Sun at last light
to the bird in flight.
  Oct 2016 Kody dibble
NvrMnd
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As the day starts full of love and hope
Sun shines so bright not to feel woe
Vibrant flowers tickle her sight
Saying everything will be alright

Sweet cold wind touches her lips
To make her smile and save from grief
‘Cause he knows how precious her kind
Even how much she demeans her divine

Priceless laughter that he hears seldom
Inviting everyone to sing the psalm
Just when the sun turned to blue
Her dazzling soul also gone its hue

Afraid he was when the sun goes down
Witnessing her painted happiness waning out
And all was left are waves of her feelings, surging,
Still stirring yet welcomed to forever reside in him.
I wrote this to describe each days I am hopeful to have a beautiful day ahead. There are times that were really, really great but at the end of the day as I would close my eyes to rest, pictures of that beautiful day flashes and slowly vanishes into nothingness and it makes me feel blue. I thought of my life as pointless so I search for more meaningful days. I hope and most of us hope to find more, we’re all struggling to seek… jump to one place to another then abandon the place we thought we’re not belong to… we hurt people also we hurt ourselves. Then I realized maybe I am making things complicated finding what’s can’t be found. Because every day, every person we meet, every moment is something to be grateful for, nothing more to seek. And God who we abandoned million times are always there waiting for us to come back and reside with him. I know I am not yet fully fit to be with someone so kind and good, even not sure if I deserve the greatest love but I am here trying my best to be.
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