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DivineDao Sep 7
Human
Nature
...

When people on the Streets, Night Clubs, Bars
...
Start To Wink at You, Bow, Gesticulate, Nod,
Laugh, Smirk, Caress Their Heads,
Form
Different "mudras"
With Their Fingers
....
Instead of just Saying what's on Their Minds

After mutually exchanged hellos

.... Perhaps being wrapped up into Some Seriously Fabulous Conversation
Wouldn't be Wrong At All


Yet out of sheer Politeness
Or Embarassement
Or because They are too
Well brought up
Bring it on - BabyBonton
Rules
Etc.

They remain Silent!


P. S. ~When Recognised As That Poetess
People and their weird ways
and
At the same time cute nature.
Minutes til I get to u
Spiral my visions into inspirations
I don’t get it
Why ppl keep telling me
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is sweet and KIND
But doesn’t grow
Always in sunshine
Through the storm
I’ve groomed and grown
Knowingly
The whole time
I was not alone
Never will I be
A QUEEN helped me see
Tough love
An empty home
No voices
No children
No kisses til the crack of dawn
Just the sound of me
On my own
I’ve trained and prepared
To be everything
You see
You showed me
The greatest version of me
Tears and all
You cried
I cried
We felt our love
For each other
In our hearts
When I hear about
Our time apart
Not a word to speak
Distance
You described me
To the T
Trying to avoid the thoughts
Smiling at your voice
The softness of your touch
Even as I think
I feel your body
Against me
How can this be?
This **** chemistry
****, this **** FREQUENCY
I love you
Not to the moon and back
That I can’t say
My love for you
Is so STRONG
That we create our own GALAXY
I don’t care
What anyone says
I’m here
Step by step
Day by day
Prayer by prayer
I mediate with FULL FAITH
Our love continue to grow
Fine with age
#lovemanifested
Ainnoot Aug 18
the heart doesn't breakeven.
she definitely has the bigger half.
if she doesn't come back.
I won't have much to give.

she somehow always
finds more, meanwhile, I'm limited.

I know she's meant to love many,
so I get lightheaded when my heart gets heavy.
Grammar is out the window sorry.
Since she's been gone
I've had to turn my
around ajust again to
single life as once I'd
lived for many
years
How strange life Is can
change so quick from
happy to sad to be left remembering of all you
had
That'll  be no more but
left to dreams to where I escape loneliness at night
a love still felt even with
the passing of
time
Since she's been gone I
feel our love just as strong regardless of time and
feel her presents all around
a love once shared will never die
Planejane2 Jul 15
Selfish babe
Play that ****
Then replay that ****
Say that ****
Then re-say that ****
Then re-say that **** and re-say that **** again
I’m trying my best to work on these positive words of love and affirmations.
Say that ****
Then re-say that **** again.  
Look in the mirror & look within.
1. Being said that I got a black girl magic skin
2. Saying that I am worthy, but it’s so wordy, but I’m trying to take it all in.
3. Saying I’m best when I’m myself even though I sometimes rather be someone else.
4. Me saying and reiterating that I don’t need a man.

I got baggage on my flight, I got luggage I need to sort through. These 3 bags are getting too heavy. Which one will I pursue.

Low self-esteem
Victimhood mindset
Or
Depression.

Trying to clear out this baggage
But they say I’m concealing a weapon.

Self love is the best love and it attracts even better love.
And my wife was so afraid
of dying sometimes she wouldn't sleep at night and through fear of never
waking upon the
morning light
never allowed
her to
live as she
should
For my wife afraid of dying
that didn't allow her to enjoy life to full lost In many ways
but It was real illness that
at one time I never
understood
but wish I
had
For the sleepless night we were both having was not her fault for she was really scared of dying so she'd try to stay awake for she wanted to make every moment
count
for she didn't won't  to be
robbed of her life whilst  sleeping even when Helen knew she  was dying still tried to stay awake even though she was drugged
up with
Morphine
to try and numb her Increasing pain Helen showed true courage and bravery to myself family and friends It was an
honour to have her known her and even more to have been
husband
If I could paint your every detail
and drown your profile in colors
and let them ooze life into the canvas,

I’d miss a million of your hues,

and if I could write my passions,
into sonnets and quatrains
and pour out my heart and soul

I’d lose thousands of your wonders

but if I could give you all my trust
and loan you my heart
just for you to throw them away

I’d rather leave than stay.

but I know that I couldn’t stray.
My canvas will then grey
if you refuse to stay

and if I'm the one you use
my poetry will be blue.
Johnny walker May 12
As I awoke to Sunday morning  to me Sunday as always seemed a dead day nothing going on such a useless boring
day
For me a very lost and lonely day since Helen passed away I just hate Sunday mornings with
a passion
It's the one day I hate to wake upon with nothing going on and know where Inperticular to go Oh hohate Sunday
mornings
Sundays ever since a kidho always been a dead day
with nothing going on
and no where Inperticular
place Since Helen's been go
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