#thepoet
Nonsensical in speech
but with deeper understanding
you can follow my words
rise to the poet panting
For he stands and sits
upon those emblem crowns
gives emotion to listeners
adorned in silk gowns
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
He got a gift to live in a mysterious dream
Or maybe he was just trapped, where no one could hear his silent screams
His innocence felt so real and true
He had faith in himself that he would make it through.
He had a weakness for ink for it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
Mentally
insane,
psychologically
distorted,
I'm physically
in pain,
and I'm
emotionally
contorted.
© Sarah Ahmed
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.
Let me take your heart
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.
© Sarah Ahmed
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
You hold grudges,
as if you've
never wronged anyone
yourself.
You bear grudges,
as if you
don't know how
much it hurts
to have one
against yourself.
Remember what you've done.
Remember how it feels.
© Sarah Ahmed
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
A poet Jot's word's
Even whilst being broke;
A poet writeth his last stanza
In his deathbed whilst he chokes.
A poet in the living
Beyond his death;
The poet recites Poe
Whilst quoting Macbeth.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
"Your eyes are my weakness"
I see right through you
Exploit the fact you're blind without me
"Your scent is my pronesness"
My humanly aroma can turn you off
So I mask it with axe after shave and Gucci guilty cologne even when we home
"Your lips are my vulnerability"
I understand when you ramble on you want me to grab you by the face and kiss you like our first date.
It reminds you why you fell in the first place.
"Your hair is my susceptibility"
So like Samson let Delilah cut it off. A man of God blinded by she who he called his third wife. Became a weak for sin so legs I grabbed like pillars and let them fall on me.
"Your touch is my humility"
I know where to feel to bring you back to me. The power of being your first and only. As my hands run through your body like a ship in an ocean.
"Your lust is my inferiority"
Bring you to your knees when the tides are high. Tell you that I love you right before I....
"Your love is my superiority"
Cheat. The fact that I know you love me gives power to the lies I feed... you. Stories I tell that can't be disproved even if you looked well.
Love blinds the eyes, since one thinks with the ***** that beats. Led by impulse all it does is repeat. Witness my parents split after 25. For the last ten only kissed on New Year and valentine's.
Why we live a lie, we can fall in and out of love over night. So I rather lay with you her, and her in these hotel sheets and avoid being heart broke like my father is. Smelling like great *** guided by lust. Is what a good stroke does.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
*How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?*
- ThePoet
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Longing
...a splinter
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore
Need
...a shard
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep
Miss
...a knife
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade
Want
...a syringe
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad
Love
...a stake
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart
Life
...a spike
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC