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Poems

Yandisa mhlana Mar 2010
Lovers
Dreamers
Lend me your ears

Lend me love
Lend me compassion
Lend me hope that today's acts are only a passing

Lovers
Dreamers
Lend me your ears

Lend me the foundations of love which you are based on
Lend me life
Lend me your religon
Lend me this culture that seems so emotionally indefferent

Lovers
Dreamers
Lend me your ears

Lend me this pagan religon of love unpure
Lend me the ability to love my wife and more

Lovers
Dreamers
Lend me your ears

Teach me this immoral act of lustful cravings
Teach me how to love you today and your sister tomorrow

Lovers Dreamers lend me your ears
Is it right to say i love?
Is it right to say i do?
When love just means:
For today i love you.
Memphis
Nick Moser Aug 2015
I feel the grasp of the world.
It’s feeling strong and cold.
And I see the fate of all.
Being drained from the young and the old.
I keep praying for the end.
But I know none will ever come.
I know I will be alone.
Before it’s all said and done.
So, lend me a hand.
And save me from this distant place.
Lend me a hand.
Help me in saving face.
Please rescue me my friend, and when the world is at its end,
Lend me a…

I witness the war for it all.
It is rapidly spinning out of control.
I see the helpless martyrs,
Just sacrificing their souls.
All the little families and all the little people.
Not knowing what to do.
Because when it comes to fighters,
There are none left who are true.

So, lend me a hand.
And save me from this distant place.
Lend me a hand.
Help me in saving…
Face to face with losing control.
No one knows anymore.
How to fight or how to win.
We’ll never see the sun again.
All we need is a helping hand.
When will this,
Ever,
End?

So, just lend me a hand.
And save me from this ******* distant place.
Please, my friend, lend me a hand.
Help me in saving my own face.
Please rescue me my friend, and when the world is at its end,
Lend me a helping,
A steady,
A calming,
A ruling,
Lend me a hand.

I feel the grasp of the world.
It’s just so strong and cold.
It's just so strong and co-oh-old.
ryn  Jul 2015
Lend Me...
ryn Jul 2015
Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...