#daynight
foggy day
foggy night
i don't know where i stand
so please give me your light
and guide me my way back home
home is where the heart is
so please pull me straight into your arms
and keep me safe
hold me tight and never let me go
please let me know that my one bad
day will finally end
just take my hand and we disappear
into the foggy day, or the foggy night
i will follow you
even if we escape from the dense fog
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
At Night...
when dark would
utter bout my fears..
and when my beats stops,
Will u be my Spark?
To guard me out through the fear.
At Day...
when life would
be numb due to..
memories so alive,
Will u be my Charm?
To absorb the bitterness
of my Life.
At Home,
when the walls will
remind me of ur face...
holds the image of urs,
Will u be my Wish?
To help me grant a moment with u.
At Death,
when my soul will
heed for ur name...
and my tears will be dry,
Will u be my Bed?
To help me sleep peacefully ever.
Rather,
Again at Night when
dark talks bout fear...
I'll discover u in words
and enfold in my rhymes
to utter u million times...
without asking u,
Will u be my Poem?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
waited
for your calle todaye
when it did not come
i kurst'
this cold and
krewel daye
oft played
are the games
of love and lyfe
skillfullye laide
are the snares
and traps
we playe the hunter
we are the baite
be it known to alle
we are the prey
and i
knowinge the price
of painfulle lessons learned
forsooke that knowledge
which thru livinge
alle mustte earne
and thought
to safely
lure you in
withe
mine open hearte
yes
i kurse
this bryghte and sunnye daye
shoulde not the skye
be fulle of kloudse an' fey ?
'twoulde match my moode...
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Pic Poem
http://oi65.tinypic.com/dq2i48.jpg
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Night's willow, guard me well,
Else the candle is out and I'm back again.
Little birdie, sing me a song,
While you pluck the stars, one by one.
Sky's clear, from there to here,
Hummingbird's safe in all the worlds we share.
Day's wail, there you are again,
The birdie's flown, I hope to see it again.
Willow's whithered, wax is dun.
The song is done, I can't think myself back.
The Sun is up, also the moon,
A remnant of night, less sung about in daylight.
It's real, I think at least,
The birdie's somewhere, woken as same.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Sunlight fills your skies.
Those of us found at your East,
Dream you in darkness.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC