#delivery
Boxes of deliveries can be send whilst Allah’s mercy and response can be faster than any Fast express
12h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
I came to her doorstep, a package in hand,
Just another delivery, yet something more so.
For there she stood, with a spark in her eyes—
A doctor by day, with dreams that rise.
Through her Facebook, I came to see,
A love for caffeine and culinary spree.
She’s a healer at heart, but in every sip,
She finds a comfort, a gentle grip.
With coffee in hand, she starts each dawn,
A ritual she’s crafted, her own quiet song.
And come the night, she’s tasting and trying,
Every flavor that keeps her from sighing.
In that brief exchange, I caught a glimpse
Of a life lived richly, without pretense.
A doctor, a dreamer with tastes so keen—
She drinks in the world, savouring each scene.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 2:13 AM UTC
We post to find a better life
A purchase with no payment
A silver crystal shell of hope,
Golden red letter sealant
Our folded wings to lug the chain
Shine glitter on the pavement...
Our broken home to elevate
The fragrant cheapest moments
Delivery is paramount...
For delight undeserved
It’s worth it to perch it -
To be rich in earth’s ****
The bitterer, the better...
Gut wrench hope through this twister
Till we blether one last measure,
To post into the litter.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
I'm on a delivery
speeding down this precarious winding road
speeding for efficiency
speeding for style
the sun strobes yellow through the trees
like a sign for yielding
but the cars behind me tailgate
speed is maintained for fear of getting hit.
Time flies as fast as
the lines on the road entrance me
driving through a haze
the sun is obscured by cumulus clouds
then disappears.
There's low visibility at night and my headlights are fading.
Everything is blurry through my win shield.
Weather gets colder in the absence of the sun
ice forms on the road.
A decision is made to maintain speed at the expense of control.
A dusty bible slides back and forth in my glove compartment
dancing with my wayward movements.
My light traces the road
like a spark tracing a fuse
the wick burns quickly for a fiery delivery.
My yellow lights trace yellow lines
so the road stays yellow all the time
but I can see the darkness
over my shoulder as well as the road's
my headlights keep the darkness at bay
but it's tedious driving this way.
Movement never ceases
I shouldn't be texting and driving
but I need someone to know I'm trying.
This road took everything from me
this road became my purpose
something somewhat special
that couldn't be purchased.
I'm on a delivery
destination undefined
it's not about where I'm going but how far
which is why I wish I could buy a new car.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 3:17 PM UTC
She smiles at customers
while making rounds
in this busy town.
Pizza comes
out of the oven.
Hot.
Fresh.
Cheesy.
Taste buds are in heaven.
Children smile
with splendid delight
when the pizza delivery
gal is in sight.
But
It’s not all smiles.
She can go for miles
with no gratitude
because of an
******** attitude.
Sometimes
she gets tipped.
Other times,
she gets gypped.
However,
when she tells stories
of tips and smiles
from pizza glory,
I remember,
This is the life
of pizza delivery
Sometimes it *****
But
There's hope within
the misery.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
Either vent out whatever is boiling inside you and extinguish that fire that is burning your soul and heart or keep quiet with deliveries of fake smiles and live your whole life as a pyre.
Choose wisely !
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Bouquet of pink roses wrapped in conversations
All I wanted was to see you happy and fill the vase
Your door will never be wide open for this affection
But I'm happy that I'm allowed at the doorstep place
Because I'm the lucky winner of past rejections
I'm bad at connecting strings and keeping bonds
Yet the doorbell still rings a welcoming sound
And when I stand on the welcome mat, the world warms
Because I'm the lucky winner in your embracing arms
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
You release your words
Deliberately;
Measuring each syllable,
Carrying all the consonants,
Gathering up the vowels,
And waiting for the light
Before you cross.
Certain words put a curve
To the shape of your mouth
And your eyes, confidence.
My words are forced unwilling
out the door; each one
pushing on the one ahead,
an unbalanced mass;
tipping forward until they fall
Out in a rush, elbows out,
Knees weaponized;
Falling over each other, still
breathlessly barrelling on.
NCL September 2019
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Deliverance is not delusional. No duhh!
Its definite, deliberate, and distinct,
and yours is long overdue!
Boo the damns and dooms.
Fight despite defeat.
Dance with victory.
Finally be free.
I dare you.
Discover divine deliverance
from within, down and deep...
[redeemed]
@desire.is.dope
20190318
0045HRS
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
I bet that man,
he with his white cap,
smashed my box against the wall
as he so carelessly
dumped
my package on the doorstep.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
Un_Delivery
Such formality
Such normality
So back to reality.
Saddened by my delivery.
Yet I found some chemistry.
Wish One would confer with me.
Give me time I'd like to be exemplary.
You may not be aware due to my delivery.
Give me time.. give me rationality.
Remove the formality.
I can handle goin back to the normality.
I wasn't quite ready..
but keep the sweet gifted beauty.
Seen in this Rarity..
known as my melody..
The true gift of Being Me.
ShardayRose..S.A.M 2019
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
her spirit
is there
today with
her dime
that fear
her face
like Nefertiti
but in
a garage
that fit
her sleeve
these peeves
roar her
suffrage but
shakes her
clams in
a menagerie
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
Words of honey and liquor would flow,
At temples along the rolling hills,
they would grow and ripen and
be uttered at sacrificial flame
If I was born in the vein of Apollo.
Words would meet paper
with crackling energy loaded, ready to burst,
robust in power and accompanied by crashes of thunder
If I were bred of the mighty Zeus.
My speech could flow like lapping tide
and slam against the sterns of braving ships
If I carried within,
the flowing will of Poseidon.
Perfectly forged syllables struck on metals
passionately burning. Resounding clangs
and crashes from my shop would ring,
If the strength of Hephaestus guided
my hammer swing.
But as portraits are painted and
are gone to wind,
Their light touch fleeting pass,
Remorse not felt but only desire
to express and to deliver,
to paint, drop off, and be gone.
My words dance with winged feet
and then exit in retreat, with a bow
and a dashing leap,
Disappearing down the street.
Caduceus snakes wrap about my pen
and whisper rhymes softly in my ear.
Rising laughs echo down the trail,
a man dashing to his next delivery.
Light feet dancing forward,
hand whirring from line to line
and his eyes posted firmly to
the nights sky,
The stars singing his Siren song.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
The clouds rush
Collide and crush
Sweeping the sky
With a silent brush
While trees hush
Singing melody
Calling unto a name
Calling on somebody
The blown leaves,
Fall from grieving trees
Swaying over my head
As I lay on my death bed
The clouds are rushing
The sky looks fevery
My breath is crushing
My body awaits, delivery...
©sim
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Slipping and sliding, that's how she flies
Dodging the taxis, avoiding semis
Expert in the clinch, a move of her hip
Death so defied, a professional trip
Delivery assured, she's never been late
Vouchers and packets, she makes no mistakes
Gliding the white line, a perfect traverse
No greater her time, in this universe
She prefers her Schwinn, it's light and it's fast
Weaving a path, all traffic to pass
Don't try to catch her, she's over the moon
She ducks as she hums, singing her tune
No records to break, nothing to prove
Doing the freak, shooting the groove
Flying off to the left, a **** sensual move
She does as she wants, all silky and smooth
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Remember when life was delivered
from milk right on down to your meat
There'd be people out delivering groceries
At least two on every side street
If you neglected to pick up an item
Just phone up and talk to the store
A delivery boy would soon bring it
You don't get this service no more
Each house had a door for deliveries
Your milk, cheese and eggs would all fit
If you call up today and said "tab it"
The person you're phoning would ****
Ice was delivered in wagons
Horses pulled them around every town
But, today ony fast food is delivered
And delivery horses aren't found
Every morning when you'd get your paper
It was delivered as well by a kid
You could smell the fresh bread in the morning
with the glass bottles of milk with gold lids
Remember when life was delivered
It was all a much simpler time
Back when customer service was special
No it's gone and that's just a crime
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
First snow, we watched,
Blueprints breaking apart.
A paradox talking loudly,
Over no one in particular.
Our house became haunted
by so many curses,
and none of them watched
the inches stack onto
piles of dead earth.
They were too busy deciding
which one could laugh
the longest without breathing.
One month from today was the delivery.
Everyone whispered into their hands.
Meanwhile, the blizzard exploded
inside the walls and left us
with all these bite marks,
exposing our circuits to the cold air.
Everyone picks themselves up and waits until tomorrow.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Talking to the moon,
I realized it wasn't too long before it was noon
With a lot on my mind,
I prayed the moon makes an exception
And stay longer than usual
Because this message
Only him I can trust to deliver,
Some say coward, some say setback,
Some say something else
But I say reason, I say season,
The season for the reason I do this
The reason of the season I did that
I had that but decided to make it right
And I hope you get it right
Just the way it is,
Just the way it sounds
Just the way it sings,
Just the way it rhymes
Because after this, I may never have the courage
To say again what I have wanted to say for 10years…..
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
You are in darkness
and cannot see
How truly beautiful
you can be
and so I did
what I could
to ensure
the light of the good
deep within your heart
endured
You are far
and much beyond
any fair star
in your kindness,
beauty and friendly bond
You have awoken my heart
to the great and beautiful art
of life and love
and as the dove,
angel of peace
I will fly
and deliver
your blue sky
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC