Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
peacholivet Jul 2020
You are my breakfast and supper
I smile twice a day
Each blessed morning and night you go to work and back
My window blinds are never down
To catch a glimpse of you
And when alas you appear
My day starts anew
You are my sunshine in the night and my daily moon
When that smile spreads across your face
I forget where I stand
And tsunami feels like a hummingbird upon a maple tree.
peacholivet Jul 2020
And when strings no longer coerce the ear
And we breathe together again
When friendship no longer holds a gap
We shall embrace the morning and kiss the night once more
peacholivet Jun 2020
I wish
I had a wish
To wish
Wishes
Do exist
That reality
Was the metaphoric flower
Reality is real
peacholivet May 2020
I laid down motionless with memories of me
Frozen as Everest recounting the dark
Foggy lights and the brightest darkness
Shadowed the clear path of my being
Crooked the road of life I saw
Winding through the river course
The cold snow seared my open skin
In the sun my bones chilled the lowest degree
Deception threw its towel at me
I caught it with revived naivety
And wiped my sweat not knowing the test
Temptation clouded my brightest morn
I saw ahead but failed to look
Ambiguous warmth run through my blood
As I received countless unsolicited visits
One hundred times a day
From the compulsory lesson-devils of life
While I beckoned them to tarry awhile
They marched in with their next of kin
Teaching me one lesson or two
To look well whenever I see
And listen better when I hear
Life teaches so many lessons. Deception is all over. It pays to be alert
peacholivet May 2020
I was bruised and worn smelling fishy
I stopped by your door
And smelled something meaty
Your *** of soup was soothing to taste
And your bouncy couch touched with honor
Your favorite smile tasted like cherries
And your graceful hands served with courtesy
You nurtured groomed and pampered me
Touching all cords of my being with care
Your very fine and pleasant self
Scolded grief off my chest
Few months on I heard a knock
The look on his face was a messy conundrum
And oh a more twisted puzzle  
Was the news that you joined the heavenly ones
A truth I could only genuinely solve
When I laid a wreath on your tomb
Back in your house same reflective day
I looked into your white bedside mirror
And saw you clear standing right there
Did the doctor properly lie?
Or the siren genuinely faked?
I could promise I saw you real
I saw your plain humble face
And saw your colourful breath
I saw your clear pretty smile
And saw your bona fide warmth

The holy woman in the clever mirror
Was the maiden you carefully nurtured
The woman you gently groomed
And the angel you smoothly pampered
I masticated every word you sang
Now here I am
Looking pretty
just like you
we often get in touch with people who change us for the good
Next page