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When the famished sun,
Once vivid, lush with hue,
Swallowed shades that it once knew
The cyan skies dissolved to gray
The emerald leaves curled and frayed.

The rainbows who once arched so long
Became a smudge, dark brown mélange.

For days the sun feasted in muted shade,
Till time unraveled, slow, delayed.

Waiting beneath the blankened sky,
Laid buried seeds, their roots entwined,
A quiet earth with loam inside.

The seeds whispered winds for rain to fall,
Dancing tropic movements to heed a call.

They bloomed to jasmine and crowned the night
A nectar sweet, a bright delight
With petals soft and fragrance shared,
A white fluorescence lit the air.
This is a poem about struggling with hormone drops
fresh new love blooms
pure and untouched,
it stands tall…
until the petals are plucked
and crushed in a game
Of he-loves-me, he-loves-me-not
Here i am ready to see
all the things you try to hide from me.
So when the time comes and you ask for me,
remember I already see all the things you hide from me.
And when you finally see what I can see, you will seize to be,
this two-faced man you tried  so hard to hide from me.
Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.
You looked the same,
and yet nothing like I remembered.
Your eyes, sharp and soft all at once,
pulled me back to every place we had been,
and every place we never went.
The laughter we shared,
the fights that cracked us,
And the dreams we were too afraid to dream.
I’m running out of places
To hide from myself
Graceless facades---
The tiring age old game
Of mindless testing
Grows heavy beneath the brow.
The charade is hard to sustain---
Sometimes impossible---
Yet we must bear it
Time after time after endless time.
The cold fire keeps rolling,
Pushing testing the old confines
Beneath the eyes---

How much longer.....
Money makes many happy.
To the point they overlook greater things.
But for me my treasure is within you.

And daily, I'm so bless.
So blessed to be love and cherish.
Yes, I am so blessed, and I know this.

Some wish and hope for what I have.
Others can only continue to dream of happiness.
But not me, not me, lord not me.

Cause I know I am so blessed and not going to regret it.
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