#yield
Given the greenlight, to study of your word
Yet I avoid it vehemently, pretend it didn't occur
I fear who I'd become, when I learnt the full context
And that I'd have to change for the better, sin to have no concept
It was comfortable blaming circumstance, for rotting away
But I knew you would find me eventually one day
Sin is fun surely, but grace is the greatest judgment
An unfair love that cares and needs no substance
The father only elects those he sees light in
And hide it all we want, eventually he has to come in
He never forces the door open, nor does he call our name
He watches and loves us still, even when we bring him to shame
How selfish I am, to ignore the homeless and save money for snacks
How foolish am I to waste away when many lack your words effect
How desperate i am, to spend late nights avoiding your calling
How ironic it must be, that you waited, even while I was stalling
Ever the presence you never let up hope
When I forgot how to climb you gave me the rope
Your sheep are starving, they yearn for your word
The very same I fasted off, when I ran away from the herd
Forgive me for my ignorance, may I glorify you with all my might
For all the times of half hearted repentance, when you saw my tears at night
May the lessons instilled in me, be spread like seeds in a field
And may I live to see the fruit of my labour, and my children come to yield
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
She moves him ‘round the chess board,
dodging bishops, pawns and rooks.
She coaxes him from square to square
without a second look.
The white knight cannot catch him.
Piece by piece, the foe now yields.
Her king is safe; the game is done.
The queen controls the field.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
love is not killed
in good byes
It yields freedom
to a loved one
unable to communicate
with one on one chat,
since no matter
how great the ink
writ' may be
that makes a script
holy good
the face to face
spoken voice
is key heart clue to win
a loved one back
Have the courage to yield
set the loved one free
If loved one returns
for Go** sakes
speak up ask for help
feel worthy
grab your treasure
Above all know
when NOT to yield
write of love pain
sacrifice your truth
spill your heart
to your loved one
timely don't wait
tomorrow
might be too late.
Fight for lost
and love found
chance returns
For ink may last longer
as truth to scripts
in poetry
their poet poetesses
may long be gone
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By;Karijinbba
Copy Rights revised 08-2020
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
I never know how my future will be,
I get attached strongly & very quickly.
I end up feeling used up and sickly,
I hope that someday happy I shall be.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Yield this, yield that
What is it to yield, what does it begat
Think about this word, as it rolls off your tongue
Did you give up your space or surrender your run
Did you have a big crop and gain a large sum
Did you give up to pressure and feel very dumb
This word has many yields and deserves to be defined
Good luck as I yield, to your vast unyielding minds....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 315
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
I need a yield sign; don't try to rewind
your drama on my time like a landmine
it's all fine when you unwind greasy fingers in my spine
don't cost you a dime
bang my line trying to choose sides
I'm a gold mine going half-blind and you're broke it's no joke
spitting up acid trying not to choke
your courtesy is a hoax, puffing smoke and pulling ropes
get to the point before the end of this joint
you're the king that I'd like to anoint
and I'm late to appoint better motive for your conscience
Petty thoughts and petty pensions
won't get you very far I'm not a martyr or a star
kicking rocks and stealing cars,
now you need a brace for lumbar support cuz your back is all wack from talking smack wrapped in bubble wrap
talking **** don't pay the rent that's money that could be better spent
and don't tell me that I'm heaven sent when I'm bruised and bent just as much as you
you can't tell me what is and isn't true
so don't treat me like a shiny toy
I don't need another reckless boy
shooting shots only to up and quit
when you miss the hit;
your words don't stick unless I want them to, cuz I'm not just a sad sack I know I've always got my own back
I'll stick to my word like glue until all the self fulfilled prophecies come true
and I'm up and coming hit the ground running; I know you want something,
but I want something too,
and no I don't need you I'm just trying to make it through
walk a couple steps in my shoes just to know
how heavy my feet drag to make it home
even though I'm not alone I still prefer some space to roam
you're looking for a clone looking like a homie,
feeling free and fly and foamy but you're just another phony
trying to make it out past 8 with no more incidents to date
but your apologies always arrive too late
get it straight, this isn't hate
there's just a lot filling up my plate
and yeah this might be blatant but your replies are always latent
and my days are better spent trying to climb a barbed wire fence or just getting my feet wet
below the bridge where we first met cuz I would rather talk than text and if you want to worry about what comes next,
just get it in your head there's always going to be a red light, an-i-can't-get-to-bed kind of night
but it's going to be alright I've still got a lot of fight
and I'll find new heights when your sanity strikes
a nerve, get a little anxious & swerve
avoiding conversation desperate for ventilation always
a fiend for escalation dip my toes in rash sensations still
searching for elation but there's patience in creation
there's always gonna be temptation, you've just gotta learn to face it;
if you find something good, don't waste it
my shower leaks into my basement
& sometimes you're so sad that I can taste it,
but that doesn't mean we aren't gonna make it
put my thoughts in a jar and shake it;
here's a penny for thoughts of annihilation
getting wasted in the parking lot of a vacant gas station;
here's to the nights of our youth spent sitting in booths,
it's a different game but the rules are the same
saying we've changed but we've still got our old names,
I've still got the time to tell you you're worth it,
don't worry so much about how everyone's words hit;
just tryna live for the ones who still sit behind bars,
at least I've still got the money to put gas in my car
and we've made it this far, despite this hungry desperation
despite the prices of inflation or the chaos in our nation
and even if this all spirals out of control I'll be up climbing the tightrope
mixing something less cutthroat just to bring you some slight hope
of a happy ending, when all else fails just keep pretending
cause you're gonna be okay, kid
you just gotta learn how to fake it.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
what is a greater yield to life
than to bleed your heart, etch your soul,
cast aside hatred without strife
and learn to love, so you may be full.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
You keep on running back to me,
You sneak into my skin,
Banging on my frail bones, shouting
“Please let me come in!”
I try to keep the blinds closed
And pretend that I’m not here,
But you wait until I yield to you
Before you disappear.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
A crippling rage may endure
At the faintest hour still:
A cancer to ease the cure
May yield to a kinder ****
To yield to deception
Only forges a sword in water
And lies by exception
To all of the martyrs who faltered.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Every tiny yield
you give to anxiety
A hesitant step
back
From your true heart
and
untapped potential.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
An apple in a pinch
Waterfalls called out for toddlers, Father's
Sports fanatic sweater wearers week.
***** by Saturday,
By the phone in Vermont but from India
Inside of six days: Seven, holidays, prey animals;
No one even pretends to sleep anymore
Anywhere words and eye fluttering can be had.
No caves to scribble with history, all purchase
Buying-Power inscribed.
Just a brief day, sixteen hours or less
Maybe two midnights more.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
It is so much less demanding to destroy than to create or build
and the fruit of our labour doesn't appear to be as hard to yield.
If anyone then is bent on revenge and goes about it in a rage
they will probably have their victims, in the end, to assuage.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
What you believe is true today
may be proven false tomorrow.
Accept such change as it happens.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC