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A coconut inside is brown
and sometimes I frawn
Cause the coconut is hard to open
It's very unbreakable and cant be broken
Inside there is milk and meat
Both are white and both are neat
I feel the liquid down my throat
Like a wave that hits the coast
The meat I take and eat like candy
Its sweet an yet not brandy
Florian  Aug 2015
I remember
Florian Aug 2015
Do you remember the taste of my lips when we kissed
true those moment i realy do miss
when i held your face between my palms
so tender keeping yu from harm

Do you remember when we hugged
those moments when we were intwined
when your heart bet with mine
and every thing seemed so fine

Do you remember ma head on your thighs
and you held me like a child in a cry
those smiles
those moments should have lasted a longer while

Do you remember that stare that made you afraid of ma eyes
you were kept busy by the blue skies
watching time slowly fly
i miss those cute pupils ooh my!

Do you remember that ice cream guy
you don't remember the pinpop! Why?
and the candies that you gave me only a few
*** please don't tell me you dnt have a clue

Fine do you remember that selfie
the one i shared with a tag 'my future wifie'
smiles i will sure marry you
and the happines for our destiny; heavens have a clue

Do you remember when the sun went down
and that day we had to crown
the way we held hands and waists in town
they were jealous; you didn't see them frawn

Do you remember the Nairobi rains
with those poor drains
we got wet in love
we did like in the movies; laughs...

do you stil remember that day i got mad
you leaving early made me sad
heh we parted without a bye
and for another day i had to standby
to make up and make out
to talk sweet and refrain shouts
to let you know that i love you with no doubts
that point that you leave my world itl be all ouch!

Hope you stil remember the monument
it marked the end of my visit and my light moments
this memories are just a torment
but for a lifetym to stay they meant
Those kisses still quench my thirst
in your arms im safe that i trust
those rains still wash away my tears
for birds' chirps are still melody to my ear
candies taste exerctly as yua kiss
and for your face i have the night skies

Hope you remember you promises
for tomorow you wil stil be my princess
till mummy you become and a queen
i will love you handsomely that i promise
Born  Feb 2015
Rebirth
Born Feb 2015
It's safe to say that I have grown out of this imaginary world
I've accepted to fight this battle and ran away from this illusions

Life is a gamble but death is certain

Am a man of many faces
but today I choose to be courageous

                        humbled despite my venomous thoughts
I choose to rise above and be that hero you think I am  

I've been a tenant of hopelessness
today I dare to be happy and take a leap of faith
today I vacate this home of frawn, misfortune and puppetry

I choose to be me
inspired by bipolar hypocrite imagination
Sam Temple Jan 2016
i took a drive up to the mountains
stopped near a dense part of the forest
casting my eyes over the forest floor I noticed the ferns
and even as I sat in the pouring rain
looking around for elusive Chanterelles
i felt at peace and at home

not an hour ago I had left my home
and here I was deep in the mountains
never one to be deterred by the rain
i stepped out amongst the ferns
becoming part of the forest
i spotted my first Chanterelles

oh! how I love to pick chanterelles
on the floor of the thick, dark forest
lost in a valley of ferns
with just of touch of cool Oregon rain
no thoughts for the worries of my home
just me, communing with the mountains

from before I could walk I played in these mountains
remembering my youth and vast forests
tucking behind my ear the frawn of a fern
tasting the nutty peppered flavor of fresh Chanterelles
truly, this was my real home
an Oregonian child at peace in the rain

brought back to the present by a large drop of rain
i thought about my family at home
and their connection to these same mountains
and while they did not love Chanterelles
they very much enjoyed playing among the ferns
in this special part of the forest

few things hold a place in my heart like this forest
or the beautiful orange grow of a new Chanterelle
i breathe in deep my home away from home
enjoying each and every drop of falling rain
looking across the range of mountains
sprinkled with soft and gentle ferns

i left my home in search of chanterelles
but was captivated by the mountains and made whole by the rain
in the societal forest, I am but a fern
Mark Tilford Jan 2019
Waiting to go
6ft under the ground
Waiting to
Lay its burdens down
Been way to long
To be around
Time to leave this TOWN
Then maybe a smile
Instead of a frawn
This soul
Had no control
Fell into a deep dark hole
Once it goes
It will finally feel whole
Everything it chose
This soul
While walking the streets
So many
Troubled souls it meets
Wanted to ask
But did not impose
Just handed them a black rose
Carry on
Them as well
Will soon be gone
The result
Of
Letting the Black Swan spawn
These troubled souls
Listening to the songs of the black crow
As the wind blows
A troubled soul
Knows
When
It's time to go
Antony Glaser  Jun 2018
truth
Antony Glaser Jun 2018
who knows if a smile is really a frawn?
and if a zebra is a striped donkey instead?
who knows of white lies!
and the harm they do,
like a cuss  before the mornings
prayer!
can anyone identity the style of my poem and what poet wrote in this style. i do like ee cummings
Akintola kunle May 2020
Some say we don't sleep others frawn
Many claim it is short my bottle rebufe
I can't count life days are not figured
I can't stretch blessing pleasure resists.

Poverty is a sin Covid 19 is a crime
No coughing no sneezing all at war
The world is faceless
The white gaurds at the frontiers

How many of your neighbors ache?
Were your grave enough for the pain?
Were your tears able to stream the agony?
The world is faceless.

Some became tycoons others cry
The Giants are standing to fall
There was no world no power
WHO sneeze America shiver
The world is faceless.

— The End —