#tend
The bonsai grew all wrong
Its branches outweigh the base
And the wood is whispy and pale
Without the spring a sapling entails
It's big, much too big, too long
A band stretched past its place
Becomes a twig in impatient hands
Pressured, and snapped, and palmed
Bonsai's mature slowly
With snow and vibrant leaves
To rush things is more than lowly
You've sold their soul you thieves
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
how can i see?
how can i let you
away
you told me
you hate me
and be away
but i love you
i will not as spider
who ate the gift
then her beloved
what does he get?
he became the martyr of love
the scorpion did the same
so every man must kiss his beloved
leg and hand
as she loves him, and let him love
her
, let him in life sustain
what a gift!
i am not selfish
i will let you at finish
but i will push
any one will hurt or tend to polish
your honor and makes it *******
i will be as the great fish
who will face every worst fish
and may **** myself and you live
long happy , you deserve
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
forfeit life wholly
decriminalization
start and tend again
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Declarative me, saying what I was
With a question inbetween
Feeling better as if I'd breathed again
In the quiet stillness of unthinking
In such words I lose myself for a min
Until hours catch up and overtake me
As if questioning what I was and then
Sets me free to begin and be
This is how I tend to write and then
This is why, it's is not, and for me
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 66
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I humbly admit myself towards You.
You are acutely aware what I carefully tend;
In eager search of my active core.
Therefore, what I eagerly desire from you!
As you are accurately familiar of all notable,
Oh The Knower of the Hidden (Al Batin)!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC
Take this to heart
My Poetical Friends
Not just the rhyme
Makes emotions bend
To the will of the Bard
Or the cast of the spell
A rhyme without depth
Has no story to sell
A poetic structure
Riddled with rhyme
Brilliant in metaphor
Aesthetically designed
Will please the reader
And enlighten their minds
Oh how I love
A poem that rhymes!
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
We tend to embrace technology with open arms
but are not really mindful of how much it harms.
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Our feelings are like a river,
they go through different bends.
And is it right for a person tell a river
where it's allowed to tend?
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Since I see a lot of posts about us
I'm gonna spell it out for those that doubt us
So a lot of people think that material things
Are equivalent to the joy that a person can bring
Oh so I'm supposed to have a car a house and two jobs,
But all you can offer me is nothing but a bad attitude and sporadically slobbing my
****
So I'm supposed to have an entire kingdom at my disposal
But all you bring to the table is nothing but a wallet that's an empty oval
My point is people, is don't flatter yourself
If you can't meet your own standards, you better put finding love on the shelf
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
A line
A stitch
In time
Seams
To tend
To mend
This mind
Of mine
Scars
Each line
Rewind
To remind
You'll know
When I sent it
That I meant it
If it rhymed
A line
A stitch
In time
Seams
To tend
To mend
This pathetically
poetic
mind
Of mine
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
I tend to fall for beautiful destruction.
The ones who will dedicate my favorite love song to me
So when they leave I can't hear it without thinking of them.
The ones who will call late at night
and talk about nothing
Till i drift to asleep
So i cant rest until i hear their voice wish me goodnight.
The ones who will designate an "Our thing"
So whenever I watch "Our Movie"
Or "Our Show"
I'll remember watching it with them
and have to turn it off.
The ones who give me one nickname
So no one can call me "Darling"
without it feeling wrong.
The ones who will make inside jokes
The ones only we know
So whenever someone mentions a small thing
Like soda pop or trailer trash
a small smile will cross my lips
as I remember them.
I tend to fall for someone who takes over the small things in my life
leaving their name all over them
So when they leave
the small things leave too
leaving a whole in my life
as the things that once brought me joy
Will only bring me to tears.
I fall for the ones my mom wouldn't warn me about.
I fall for the ones who make themselves unforgettable.
I fall for the ones who seem to care.
The ones who will spam my inbox
just to get my attention
when they know i feel lonely
The ones who will call
when I'm crying
Just so they can try to cheer me up.
The ones who will say They're proud of me
when I do what to some may be small
but to me is spectacular.
The ones who will listen to my deepest thoughts
Then tell the theirs.
I fall for those who never intend to stay.
I fall for those who will only hurt me.
The ones who when we're together make me feel like heaven.
But when they inevitably leave
Will destroy me.
I tend to fall for Beautiful Destruction.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
I'll be a good mom
With 1 little boy
Cherish and love him
And fill him with joy
I'll be a good loving wife
And make my husband happy
And one day me and him will be a good grandma and pappy.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
cardboard city
As i sit in my shelter watching the drops of rain
i sometimes find it hard to contain
my anger and fear
at being alone and trapped here
i watch the people as they walk by
taking their greatest care not to catch my eye
their guilt is no suprise
you would think people would have to care
but no they just stare
i am not sure who or what they see there
not a person , just a thing
throw it a penny and it may dance and sing
like a performing bear, nobody cares
not even about the bears
a bear needs people to care about it
i need people to care
i am not a peice of ****
to be wiped off thier shoes
nor is the bear a prisoner
and should not be kept in a zoo
each day i look in the bins, for food i can eat
for clothes on my back, shoes on my feet
its strange what people throw away
i guess i did it myself
when i had somewhere to stay
with people that loved me, people that cared
parents and siblings , with whom i shared
happyness , dry tears , shallow felt fears
a hug , a kiss, things i miss
companionship, love, friendship not hate
not being alone scared and afraid
oh sad world , where do i belong
i live inside my head, where others tag along
darkness , shadows, everything forlorn
hopeless , cruel , cold and unkind
i live in the pit , that i call my mind
happyness. sadness, two sides of my mood
two sides of my face, one nasty , one good
one angel , one devil, one dedus, one don
one body, one funtion, to die after being born
oh mother , oh father, what should i do
what happened to the love, from both of you
i seem ever alone, far from the crowd
i just want to scream help me , aloud
as i sit in my shelter, watching , waiting
feeling, lost, hungry, tired, alone
afraid, thinking of home
contemplating
death
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....
Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.
"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"
The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl alone
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC