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Don't stare at me

If I stare
You
The same way
The very next moment
You will be
Turned into
A Poetry

Remember that
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Inspiring vibes
Author's Note: Then he/she started to stare at images, after the warn.
Tommy Randell Mar 29
Each poem we write
Is an imitation game
Laughing back at us
Poetry Types - Senryu

Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse consisting of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables (5, 7, 5) or 17 syllables in all. Senryu is usually written in the present tense and only references to some aspect of human nature or emotions.
Jackie Mead Aug 2018
How do i begin,
To say the thoughts i am thinking,
To describe the way i feel,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

How do i start,
To say with all my heart,
The way i feel about you,
To paint a picture true,
To be at one with you.

How do i commence,
By not sitting on the fence,
To describe the way i feel,
To say i love you sweetheart,
With all my heart,
And have from the very start.

Here, i will give it a go, with my heart, body, mind and soul
To tell you, i desire the heat of your fire
To tell you, i desire, the touch of your flame
To tell you, i desire, the feel of your heat

I long for your touch,
Your kisses,
Your words, whispered.

You hold my hand,
A light touch,
It brands your name on my heart,
I know ive loved you from the start.

When is it too soon to say those three words,
To tell you how i feel,
To let you know my love for you is real.

When is it too soon, to say i love you
Is it to soon, to say these three words,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

I LOVE YOU
Yes i love the old boy, even when he hogs the tv for rugby on a friday night
Tommy Randell Sep 2017
Leave me
On the ice when I can write no more
When the fast flow of my poetry
Slows to an inutility of words

Leave me
In the darkness when my rhymes hang dangling
As a lifetime of dreaming
Fritters out to rambling

Leave me
Homeless in the hedgerows in some final isolation
When the urgency of rhyming
Has reached its abnegation

Leave me
To the long night of empty pages
Staring back at me finally
While the Silence in me rages

Leave me
For my own good I do not want sympathy
When it's stopped I will know it's stopped
The Heart of all I've ever been
Afiqah Jun 2017
I have homes in people,
in memories,
in places
and I tend to visit the past
sometimes,
a little too often
then struggled miserably over
such ungainly sadness
I might have always been the one
who loved more in the beginning
yet,
half of my heart still carries your name
like an open wound
that coils finely to yours

-a.
Afiqah Jun 2017
there was a star
for every of our wild, broken parts

there was a silent blessing
for every first drop of rain that
drummed softly on the
windowpane

there was, also,
a gentle sort of love
for every of our quiet mornings
to half empty coffee cups
and
just like a gentleman
you held onto this almost heart
in all the right ways

-a.
Afiqah Jun 2017
you have settle
with my clouds
and
made my mornings
euphorically
celestial

-a.
Sajeer Shaikh Feb 2017
The snakes sent by Satan,
Slither past our skin.
But you and I are special -
You and I are beyond sin.

The apple is forbidden,
But you and I have set our eyes,
On something that is much beyond
The realm of Paradise.
Afiqah Jun 2016
a feeling of
calmness and tranquility
numbed my tears
as our bodies
come into a
collision

-a.
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