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tompoet rwanda Oct 2018
Loving her was like
Being in headphones
Listen to your brand new and
Favorite cheesy song
Full of her dulcet words
And melisonant melody
I grokked nothing

I used to fell my heart
Wandering in fantasy place
My spirit lavitating in paradize sky
Of her thoughts
Squinting a pierced glance
With pleasure and admiration
Of her love

I felt like she had made for me
I used to eye her in
My dreams
Together flying with wings
diving in daisy full of drainage
In form of the clouds
Smiling like bitten eggplants on top
I thought she was my answer
Until she comes and
Take them away from
My poor pate
And threw them away in horizon
Loneliness was the only mate
She left me with.

Now i have a backpack full of
sorrow and pain
A bottle on the left side sac full
Of her lies and promises
Inside there is a book of our memories
Hanging with all staffs we did together
And a wax match in left back pocket of my jeans
And a black shovel in my right hand
I need to burn them all to ashes
And dig a long hole
And bury them painstakingly
To make sure they never haunt in
My mind

Cause i've realized
Maybe i need to love myself
First
Before learning how to
unlove the immersing her
And make her my sturdy confinement
So i have to follow my heart
And put the rest in God hands
Cause i know my God
Always win.
tompoet rwanda Sep 2018
"When it gets cold"

When heart gets cold
Your thoughts pretend to be sold
And you try to espy what you've told
But unfortunately you can't afford
Because your mind gets unbold

And you can only hyperventilate
No more love feelings,you only hate
And your darkned soul try to migrate
In search for a better mate
And you glow heat across your pate

When heart gets cold
An aroma of hell is well detected
And your eyes turns scarlet and affected
Your skin glows awful goosebumps
Unexpected
And you glow an evelish glance,

You'll always be incredulous
Until your heart gets cold
Where every hilarious thing will turn odd
And only your ink pen will be hold
And that is when you'll start writing.
#love #heart #depression #poetry
tompoet rwanda Aug 2018
Why my thoughts are again
Being redirected to her

Why incuring myself into a dagger
That once stabbed me in back

Why haunted for someone who
Doesn't even care

Why falling for someone
Who doesn't deserve my love

It seems like
I'm in a swith darkness
That looks like a daylight

Why my mind realise all this
And still don't let it go.
tompoet rwanda Aug 2018
If love do exist
Why not showing up?

Is it because it is blind
Or its actions are stealths?

Is love unique
Or its a kind of department?

If so
Then why not sending us
Its children?
Maybe it is dumb!

Where the hell is love?
tompoet rwanda Aug 2018
Just a save of caramity
A dagger for serenity
A crush for the hatred mentality
A bribe for my ability
Diminishing my ample capacity
Breaking my desired apology.

Dark reddish,my eyes glowed
An avalanche on me just snowed
My insecurities are awakened
Like i'm being hypnotized
I don't even know how it started.

Just a fake love with gluesome acids
A sturdy liar with much pretendings
Drowned me into beautiful seemed longings
And left me with grieved feelings
Now there's no more cuddles and soothings
Until my shallow heart
eye a night of elegant lightenings.
tompoet rwanda Jul 2018
a wilting rose with dried petals
waiting for spring
to bloom

a starving homeless girl
graduated but contending for
a well paying job
willing to soothe his mother
and her siblings

a stranded grass blanket
with black aged fabrics
covers her cold body
laying on snithed pieces of box

a moon tending to shine
without sun
wishing a brimming light
from galaxy

a perplexed strong wish
from virtious hope
Based on True story
tompoet rwanda Jul 2018
smile boy ,smile
raise your hand and praise
for your intimacy to jesus
brighten your life like
you're soul mate with him
for his love
you better have to long
no solitude,no sorrow
No sound of despair
because he cherish all of them
in his name
you've been wallowing in
the valley of sins
no thaughts of forgiveness
full of wrath and resentment
like a bank without guards
like a broken heart without the easer
now he has replaced them with joy
and a feeling of ecstacy
it's your time boy,
grab your bible and listen to his  voice
no more crying,
only feelings of his power,
from now till the end of your journey
it's time for your hallelujah.
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