#pops
Poem Sanged
Daddy.Vibes..(written for someone I know and I feel their pain so)
Listen.. hold me close and not far.. plz. hold me close to you.
Don't reach for me and be too far..
I'm just getting to know you and who you are.
i'm just getting to know you.
Hold me close and not far.
Your the reason why i am who i am.
why some things are the way they are.
So hold me closer.
I want that attention..
Oh must I mention i wanna know you.
I'm calling repeatedly.
I know i don't get answers every time. hold me closer.
But its been way too long.
pick up the phone, your important to me.
and I've waited my whole life long.
To kno who you are mr.
Don't wanna seem desperate
But I'm a part of you, you you and
I wanna get to know you.
Mr. busy busy busy I wanna know who you are
pic up the phone.
I want to hear you talk to me.
Mr. talk to me.. oh I'm still calling you.
Something in my soul.
got me callin you. something in my soul.
got me seekin searching
longin to get to know you.
Mr. Come through..
My Dna has much to say..
its in my soul Mr. see about me..
give a care I pray!
Finding a Long lost pops.
by selinashardaye
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 7:00 PM UTC
Bubble
by Michael R. Burch
Love—
fragile, elusive—
if held too closely
cannot withstand
the inter ruption
of its bright,
unmalleable tension
and breaks, disintegrates,
at the touch of
an undiscerning
hand.
Originally published by Neovictorian/Cochlea. I believe this is my only "shape" or "shaped" poem. Keywords/Tags: Love, fragile, delicate, bubble, tension, held, breaks, pops, disintegrates, explodes, implodes, hand, touch, harsh, ungentle
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
I
We aware of our politics
and yet carry when bleeding,
Freedom's hand-blade cuts
the wings of the heart upon ascension.
II
She melds wisdom to a single pool
history: timeline-- rises the depth,
A sip: burns your fiend
a dive: fill your death with sweet drowning.
III
Where have you been
have you not heard?
Upon your death
they fixed your eyes with jewels.
IV
Jim the lizard
tells me to dismantle in life's honor,
Chester the wolf
tells me to making a living while doing it.
V
She smiles
without reason,
Light pierces
the darkness.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Cientos de estrellas contamos juntos cuando era niña
y jamas imagine que un dia te buscaria en cada una de ellas
Tu ausencia hoy me acaricia como la brisa de aquellas noches
en las que llena de historias me dormia junto a ti
Tus memorias son aventuras que se vuelven mi refugio
Tus dulces palabras, la unica melodia que me hace sentir bien
Se que el tiempo jamas podra curar el dolor de tu partida
Pero se que tu sonrisa me dara las fuerzas para continuar
Donde estes, te extraño, te pienso, te amo Papa.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
*if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
the genie of imagination begins inking
every piece referencing an original thread
one formulates works by this unique stead
of its methodology there will be no sinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
images and descriptive terms then spread
through each line noted on a linking
every piece referencing an original thread
to create one's own mixture of bread
never deviating far from the nub's clinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
always keeping time with a continual tread
the blue-print imparted in one's thinking
every piece referencing an original thread
what concept may spring to one's mind lead
within the verse there found natural blinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
every piece referencing an original thread
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
Predicament of the zero hour
enabling brave or foolish decision
Even mélange of both
Hitting home
physical structures oppose
Unfleshly
Holy Ghost takes over,
very much also
Divinity and arousal
Only human
perched on brink of flight
dwelling is no perception
of freedom
Apprehending bigger picture
"To judge is not to love"
or something Mother Teresa said
When Pops referred to "The Bible"
it meant, bring him the sports page
Dichotomous our separate ways
revealing conscious decisions
Tridented a third eye
When a vision of something further
sends to sentiment beyond
Cast and flung
Stealing home plate
and called, "Safe"
Pondering what only a god
may leverage
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
There's a monster inhabiting my home
Where he came from, I don't know
Just a few weeks ago
He appeared
I heard him grumbling in the basement
While I lie awake in my bed
Above him, listening for him to stop
I wonder if he'll go as mysteriously as he came
I wonder if he's lived with me all along.
I almost want to go back to the days of old
When I didn't know
A monster slept down wind of me
I'm afraid of that crooked building
Dear Circumstance, don't make me go back there
It's hard enough existing away from that house
The monster is desperate for his opinion
To be right
He will either swallow that home whole
Or humble himself
I pray humility breaks apart his feelings of territory
Ownership of land and body
Lest that creature dissipates,
I am afraid of my home
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC