Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aishah 3d
the sky weep
before me
with me
after me

for the earth
is my soul
and the rain my tears
a grey day calls for a poem about grief
I have lived a life I want it to be
Not commanded by others who does not know me
I have lived the way I see it through
Coz every single day I make it new

I have lived everyday to make someone feel
Better not like in Twitter
I have lived this and  throughout the days
To see a smile in sweet embrace

I live my life as flourishing as it can be
My hands are small to accept them all
How thine great by His mighty call
He send treasures that are forever bold
To humankind untold

With these, I will forever be
Thankful for thy mighty plea
To see thy great of chivalry

I will stand great to every rivalry
To observe thy wonders that comes to me
It has been said that I'm in stand
With the blessings He has said
It seems to me that the clock Is passing time just for me but the clock as stopped ticking life now stood still the hands of time don't move anymore at least seems
Sometimes that way for
me
As If frozon In time never to move on since my darling
has gone for I'll not hear
that clock tick ever again
for once this clock was tickling my life
away
For the hands of the clock that was ticking my life
away won't sweep the face
of clock ever again for time  has stood still since sweethearts passed
away
Sat here writing poetry of
my sweetheart so dear to
me made a promise long ago to keep her dream alive long after Helens gone I'll never let
her
fade
Its hard to explain to someone else who's never lost what It like to not only to lose your love but your main purpose In life now Is
gone
But I found through my promise to Helen In life  I would never let her memory fade away and through Helen I gained Inspiration to
write
of her every day but I miss her and wish she was still. here
Just to embrace her one last time before It goodbye for ever
more
Sat here writing poetry of
my sweetheart so dear to
me made a promise long ago to keep her dream alive long after Helen gone I'll never let
her
fade
Its hard to explain to someone else who's never lost what It like to not only to lose your love but your main purpose In life now Is
gone
But I found through my promise to Helen In life  I would never let her memory fade away and through Helen I gained Inspiration to
write
of her every day but I miss her and wish she was still. here
Just to embrace her one last time before It goodbye for ever
more
Helen came to me last night whilst I slept with head lost In dreams of
her for she was stood by bed but wasn't old like me she was like she was
when sweet
sixteen
She spoke to me like voice of Angel she said she sorry she'd left me behind but said
she was happy to be now free of the pains she suffered In her life and
that she can walk
again
So
she whisperd In my ear
so soft but all so clear can I stay with the Angels who looked after me for they freed me of pain and help me walk again please Johnny please
she
said can I stay with the Angels and seeing her happy and walking again Helen my darling I said you stay as
long as you
like
And before I awoke from my dream  and before I awoke saw my darling Helen walk to light for last time as I watched her slowly walking to that beautiful
light
why do you go to sleep in t-shirt and no bottoms?
he asks after years of
le mariage

why for modesty and as a
sign of respectful readiness,
naturally!

gazing upon me, you’ll see my x-small size,
tight bright pink v-necked t-shirt from Old Navy

making you reflect, my dear,
that this particular woman
is one confident sailor

gazing upon me, you’ll see my naked pure
intentions undoubtedly at the ready
per my
Girl Scout training,
“Be Prepared”
whenever help is needed^

making you reflect, my dear,
that this lady scout could probably
start a fire easy with just
one handy stick
and you,
‘rubber suit’ matching
my nighttime costume,
when our “couture au lingerie,”
exhibits a happy styling similarity
^ Motto: The Girl Scout motto is "Be prepared." In the 1947 Girl Scout Handbook, the motto was explained this way: "A Girl Scout is ready to help out wherever she is needed. Willingness to serve is not enough; you must know how to do the job well, even in an emergency."
she wanted my soul


so I cut off a finger,
noting that this little pinky
came from the hand,
who, who went to the market
to buy you a love poem
all your own, because
it was from the same  hand
who wrote:

who, can cut a soul in half,
no one!
so one will still ask you,
who, who will love you
in whole poems,
that are past and future tensed
composite composted,
from words overly overused,
but still foolishly brand new
when referencing you,
so you can believe with fool-thinking
this is your sole composition

she wanted my heart,
applauded her determination,
gave her one eye to see instead better,
so the visions she essays,
to write, like when I sit down to write
of women I’ve loved but!

they do not come from my heart,
but from inside insight from parts,
blind to everything
but raucous untamable invisible desire

she asked me for all the world’s wisdom,
while standing on one legging,
simply said, here I am,
telling you to love me the way you wanted
to be loved in return

so with one eye and one leg,
you will observe, two is not more
than the sum of the parts of one love,
as I count to ten on my nine fingers
fingers that wrote of love not enough,
no matter how many he gave up

she wanted my brainiac left hemisphere,
said, sure,
the left side of me is where the baby poems
are created, and then angel-released when ready,
when needed, now that I
see you’re needy for pieces,
but still mistaken that pieces can be reconstructed into
a whole with spit and spirit and an overarching imagination -
no!

the whole comes from only a holy place extracted
from the hole-in-one that is my entirety

give me then your utter essence,
the place of you
I, only I know exists, must exist,
but cannot touch to see
where you keep it hidden
from all the women who love you,
better than you even love yourself

if you want that, then collect it,
for it exists and lives on
in every woman that asked for nothing,
but was rewarded with more
than a thousand poems,
stored in stars, for her,
to be creamed and cleansed,
when she plucked them
from the night in the galaxy where exist
love poems, only
to she-one shone-shine
Looking back on my life not always easy to do without her sometimes I camt understand why I'm still here and my sweetheart Is
not
So every time I look back on my life not always easy
to do desperately trying to find justification for me still being here when my wife's
not
I guess I'll have just carry on the best that I can but In truth I'll never know why I'm still here and my wife Is
not
When Im looking back on my life It won't be without regret that I'm still here and my sweetheart
Is not but still sad
all the
same
There have been days I've loved and days that I've
hated and to days I never
thought I'd ever live
through
And when stop to compare
the good days to the bad the
bad days far out weigh the good
Thankfully
I
put all the bad days away to far off memory
for It only the good days
that are now unforgettable
days
rememberd
And although the bad days far out weighed the good It  all the good days I take to my dreams at
night
Next page