TigerEyes

Sep 2015

Natalia mushara

Ma daddy always tolde me
Natalia" daddy always rite
Truste me girl
Daddy always rite,
Don go jus finding any ******
Kus cretins like ants
Dey always builde nest round yuo
And swarm yuo
Like da ants dey are
And ya daddy was rite
I do got lot of ants
Trying to swarm me
I just swat the bugs awaye
Dey pesty.

TigerEyes Sep 2015

The Postcard

She looked around the house for the last time
before grabbing her soft red sweater off the dining room chair
gazing around
she held a black, and white photograph in her hands
of her once happy family.

Too full of tears for her to stay in palatial like rooms
decorated in the finest furniture
and, each room held its own secret
secrets dripping in rich lush greens
draperies that hung from tall ceilings
making everything appear in perfect order...
on the outside.

She placed the photograph back onto the glistening baby grande piano
the chandelier flickered from above
saying its own kind of farewell
she thought of the chapter in her life that had closed
a life that never really began
and, as she walked out the front door
she wrapped her red soft sweater around her now cold shoulders
managing to toss the postcard he had sent to her from Paris
swiftly into the trash in one fluid motion.

Not really a poem but the start of a short story.

TigerEyes Sep 2015

The Last Good-bye

She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
taking
an emotional snapshot
to keep like a secret
a memory to hold onto
their last moment together
like a symphony...
She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
so she could remember the flicker of gold in his eyes
the way the sunlight reflected off of it
dancing passionately toward her
instead he kept walking away
quickly
making it clear in an instant that he was gone
and, that he had closed the door
on her heart,
forever
and, as she turned and walked away from him
pushing the door open
to walk down the stairs
she felt their lives ripping apart...

wishing hard that she had looked into his eyes
more
just to keep a secret...
one she knew deep within her soul
he would never tell...
because
their symphony had ended
long ago.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove August 31st, 2015

Aug 2015

Kaleidoscope Prhyme

Whispers of Tomorrow

29 | 31 Poems for August

I need conversations filled with laughter followed by bursts of love after.
The last time I tried to recite this poem to you, I couldn’t get the words out.
I somehow couldn’t get the words right.
Slow-paced piano music gently echoes in the background.
The notes keep echoing while I try to patiently pen this down.
I am convinced, that the sun came out just to impersonate the warmth of your aura.
I’ve kept your fingerprints pressed between the pages of my favourite author’s book.
Somewhere between the prologue and chapter five.
Where the protagonist almost died but luckily stayed alive.
I wanted to become a poem, the day I realised that words could hold you, have you, touch you.
You are the stars that my night sky longs to hold.
You and I are meant to be.
Your love and laughter have liberated me.
I want to heal your wounds while carefully embracing your scars.
I know you feel broken, so let me kiss you where it hurts.
I’ll arrive to the other parts of your alluring anatomy, eventually.
Let me breathe life into you.
Let me prove to you that ecstasy is something we all need to go through.
Poetry rests on the curves of your lips, so how can I not love the meaningful things you always say?
My eyes will recite to you the poetry that is written on the pages of my heart.
I need conversations filled with laughter followed by bursts of love after.
To write about you is to keep your presence alive within the unseen parts of me.
You are the reason why my heart feels free.
Your love and laughter have liberated me.

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