"abut" poems
Wala ni nako gisuwat para mubalik ka
Para makahibaw ka nga sakit gihapon
Ug basin makahunahuna kan'g sa imung kaluoy
Mubalik ka nako.
Nagsuwat ko kay mao ni ako.
Magsuwat sa kung unsa'y
Ganahan,
Kinahanglan nakong ipagawas
Isuwat ug nagdahum ug naglaum
Nga sa paghuman ani
Mahuman nasad tanang kasakit
Kay sa pagkakarun sakit gihapon
Sakit kaayu
Sakit nga dili matangtang
Abi kog ako'y mupilit sama sa bubble gum
Sa imung sapatos.
Apan kasakit.
Kasakit ang nipilit pagkahuman
Sa atung paglakaw,
Sa pila ka buwan nga
Kauban ta.
Kasabut ko
Wala'y kita,
Dili kita,
Dili pwede,
Dili na,
Dili man gyud.
Pero salamat
Sa paghatag ug higayon
Sa pagpahibaw sa pagpabati
Sa kita, sa kita ug sa mga plano
Sa mga adlaw nga puno sa kalipay
Sa mga kanta,
Sa mga sulat,
Sa paglaum nga pag-abut sa ugma
Naa pa,
Kita.
Sa pagbati nga wa'y sama
Ug bisan pa'g nahuman na tanan
Naa pa gihapon ko
Nagpabilin nga nituo
Sa kita, sa kung unsa ta
Sa usa'g usa.
Wala ni nako gisuwat sa pagbasul
Sa kalagot, aligutgot
Bisag akong kasingkasing karun nadugmok
Abi ko'g ang kasakit ang pinakasakit
Apan kalipay.
Kung mangutana ka asa ang pinakasakit
Sa tanan, sa katung kita pa
Katung nitawag ka ug wala ta'y laing gibuhat
Kundi magpulipuli ug sugid sa atung gugma
Sa usa'g usa.
Sakit.
Sakit kaayu.
Sakit nga wala'y sama.
Wala ko kahibaw asa taman
Hangtud kanus-a ko magpuyo aning kasakit
Pero wala ko nagbasul
Ug kung mangutana ka kung
Pabalikon ko atung mga higayona
Kung musugot ba ko'ng sa maka-usa pa,
Mubalik ko sa adlaw nga naka-ila tika
Ug wala ko'y usbon
Padayung tikan'g tan-awn, maghulat
Padayun kon'g magpaabut nga imu kong lingi-un
Ug sa maka-usa pa,
Isugid sa imu tanan'g akong nasugid na.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Unsa’y ikatambal sa kasing-kasing nga nasamdam?
Unsa’y pwede ikapugong anin’g mga luha nga wa’y undang sa pag-agas?
Unsa’y akong buhatun para mawala nin’g nipilit nga kasakit
Sa akon’g dughan nga sa imu ra gihapon nipitik?
Ana sila mawala ra daw ni
Ana ka “this is for the better”
Ana ko, “asa ang better?”, “kanus-a pa?”
Kung sa paglabay sa mga adlaw, sakit gihapon
Sama atun’g adlawa nga ako nabiya-an.
Unsa’y akon’g buhatun anin’g dughan ikaw gihapon
Ginapangita, ginadamgu, ginahuna-huna?
Ako nagpabilin sa tunga-tunga
Sa pagsangpit nga ako balikan nimu
Ug sa pagbiya, paglubong anin’g paghigugma
Nga wala na lingi-a.
Ug samtang karun nga bisa’g gamay lan’g nga pagtakdol
Sa kasing-kasing ug sa mga kagahapon’g panumduman
Wala’y lain kan’g madunggan kundili
Hagulhol nga daw namatyan
Ug sa padayun nga pagpatay anin’g ala-ut nga gugma.
Ako padayun nga mamasin
Nga pag-abut ugma damlag
Mahuman ang kasakit
Magsugod ang bag-un’g
Kalinaw, kalipay, malipay
Akon’g kasing-kasing unta magmaya na sab.
Apan karun nagpabilin kon’g mangutana,
Unsa’y ikatambal sa kasing-kasing nga nasamdam?
Unsa’y akong buhatun para mawala nin’g nipilit nga kasakit
Sa akon’g dughan nga sa imu ra gihapon nipitik?
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Kini kataw-anan kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi; tam-is kaayo, halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.
Unya unsa man kung kalit nga nawala kini?
Unsa man kung mohunong ang pagsubang sa adlaw?
Komosta kung nahurot na ang imong oras?
Mahulog ba ang usa ka luha gikan sa hingpit nga mga mata?
Lisud kini nga hatagan kahusay,
Sa tanan nga mga pagbati nga gibabagan namon,
Pagsulay ra sa paghunahuna sa uban pa,
Padayon nga nagtan-aw sa orasan.
Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, pamilya ug mga higala,
Bisan kung makita mo sila adlaw-adlaw,
Unsa ang mahinabo sa pag-abut naton sa katapusan?
Talagsaon ang mga tawo nga nahimamat,
Ug kung unsa ang ilang reaksyon sa balita,
Ang uban nangalagiw, bisan ang uban magpabilin,
Ang uban magsaulog, o makuha ang mga blues.
Apan ang matag usa magbag-o sa imong kinabuhi,
Ug ang labing kaayo magpabilin sa imong tapad,
Hatagan ka mga gakos, magpadayon nga okupado ka,
Kana ang mga tinuod.
Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, dili sigurado,
Sa yano, kini ang damgo sa matag usa,
Aron adunay usa ka butang nga luwas ug luwas.
Aron mahimamat ang Usa, mabuang ang gugma,
Minyo ug magsugod usa ka pamilya,
Tingali dili kini ingon ka daghan,
Apan kana nga damgo hinungdanon kanako.
Kini usa ka damgo nga kanunay nakong gitinguha,
Usa nga nahadlok ako nga tingali dili makakita kahayag,
Kay wala kini gisaad sa bisan kinsa sa aton,
Bisan, alang kanako, husto ang pamati niini.
Dili ako sigurado kung unsa na kadugay ako nga nahabilin dinhi sa yuta,
Ug kung kini ang katapusan nga higayon nga akong nakuha,
Gusto nakong ibilin kini nga timaan,
Aron dili ka makalimtan tanan.
Kung unsa ang kahulugan sa matag usa kanako,
Dili gyud ko makalusot,
Kung dili tungod sa kalainan nga nahimo,
Sa matag usa sa inyo.
Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini bililhon nga kinabuhi, matam-is kaayo, Halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.
Palihug ayaw kalimti ang regalo nga gihatag kanimo,
Ang abilidad sa pagkatawa, higugmaon ug mabuhi,
Ayaw buhii ang gihigugma nimo,
Ipakita sa ila ang tanan nga gugma nga mahimo nimong mahatag.
Hinumdomi ako sa umaabot nga mga tuig,
Sa diha nga napildi ako sa away ug kinahanglan moadto,
Daghang salamat sa mga butang nga imong nahimo,
Apan ang oras, nagdumili kini aron mahinay.
Kini kataw-anan, kung giunsa ang pagkuha sa mga butang alang sa gihatag,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, ang mga butang nga imong nakita,
Giunsa ang yano nga pagpanaw sa matag segundo,
Ug oras; ang oras nawala na alang kanako.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
My mother used to tell me that only I
could make myself happy; it all starts there.
But she's never tasted the bittersweet smoke
your lips pour into my lungs.
She said "baby girl, you can't build your life
around just one person."
But never said a word abut finding home in your bed.
My father warned me about guys like you...
The ones who remind me of him.
But he's never seen your eyes glow
in moonlight like fire.
He told me I love too easily,
that my trust is slow to build.
But where was he the night you broke
your way through my defenses?
I tried to be the girl they'd be proud of,
except only you make me come undone.
And I can't remember what worry
looks like on my mother's face anymore.
And I haven't caught a whiff of my
father's cologne in years.
So maybe they don't have me all figured out,
yet maybe neither do you.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I have made my transition to another place, a place where beauty needs no explination.
God’s great timing is everything;
it may not be what we expect but God is always in control.
Sands will flow through the hourglass, slow and steady, throughout our lives.
Time will end and the sand will stop flowing, but God’s love for us is forever growing.
I have worked all my life for this to happen, to see my Lord face to face.
I’ve been accepted in this majestic place, where pain no longer has a hold on me.
My eyes have adjusted t my new reality, I can see bright skies and butterflies.
Don’t worry about not seeing my face, don’t worry abut not feeling my embrace.
Hold our memories inside your heart, and know that our live will never depart.
Cry for me, just for a while, but not too long, ‘cause I’m don’t just fine.
My bags are unpacked and I am settling in, taking my place next to the Master.
He said that he’d never leave nor forsake me, He kept his promise, I am with him now.
He has taken my hand and opened up the doors; to a Paradise of beauty and love divine.
I know you’ll miss me, I’ll miss you too!
Just know dear hearts, we will be together again someday.
Live your life to the fullest, and remember our love
each and every day.
Just remember your hourglass is still flowing strong.
Do what you can so you can see, my hourglass is full again, this time my sand will never end!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
i wish you were ugly
if every single time i thought of u and saw a beast
would you really mean the same to me?
if i saw you for what you truly are on the inside
would i still have let u pry
through my skin and shred my heart
and let the thoughts of u
ridethrough my vains
almost as if you were truly in me
how could u posses me with something so invisible only air could see it
why couldn't i see it
its strange how we know the things that can hurt us
but when there right in front of our eyes we become blind
and even though at that moment our ears become the strongest
we still cant believe it
see now its one thing to love
and its something completely different when u try to be it
maybe it wasn't you
maybe i loved you so hard i hurt myself
well guess thats only cuz i was working on that project
and u chose not to help
i wish u were ugly
then maybe the moments i held the closest to me
wouldn't have been
those tears i shed
and u put me in your arms and promised me things ive never heard before
is that why the sounded so lovely?
or how bout when u started calling me jelly bean?
you know the nick name that my mom used to call me?
AND YOU KNEW HOW MUCH SHE MENT TO ME!!!!!
or how bout when u were going through it
and i stayed there by your side just because it made me feel better
but u pushed me away
didn't appreciate me
i should of known better
or the times when we laughed and joked
about who got who in trouble this time
and i should of known u were trouble the last time
or the wlks in the park that we shared
just talking abut the things most precious in life
the whole days ...weekends....OR HOW BOUT YEARS
we spent together?
or maybe your lips
i never liked to kiss
but kissing you each time made me feel like a princess
and no matter how hard i tried
i couldn't get a crown from you
u told my u loved me
i didn't see it as a hard thing to do
but i do give you this you were always there when the lights shut off
maybe if i was a cat i could of seen u were ugly
but instead i choose 2 feel
who knew all the passion and pleasure turn into
pain and tears
and fears
that ill ever see u again
maybe if you were ugly i wouldn't have had those presious moments that felt like forever
and ended so quickly
but then again how could you see that ur ugly
when i was the one who tried 2 show you that you were beautiful?
wish u were always ugly
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
some listen to pop
and like lady gaga
some listen to rap
and like tupac
abut me, i'm different
i listen to what is considered,
"emo music," or "goth music,"
so what does it matter,
if i listen to black veil brides,
or even of mice and men
music is music,
and that music saved my life
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
Hardly Hidden
*for Helen,
the High Definition brunette momma among us*
there are tracks in your arm
ready visible
to all those
with a personal microscope
if one
optically
examines the empty spaces
tween your poem-words....
the exterior all smiles,
whooping it up,
children, all smiles,
tumbling, breaking things,
ceilings collapsing, winters arriving,
as is the way of the kids
and nature,
inexorable,
occasionally
breaking you to
smile too
Abut to all this
is the contentiousness,
the aboriginal sense of loss
for what once was,
plain out in
in the secret messages sent
and
you know
you own
my all
unuttered utter devotion
we need no qualification
of what we are
we are friends,
not drinking buddies,
the straight out
semi-secret fans
of each other
thousands of miles apart
of simple purity borne,
you warm me
with endless jokes
and familial tales
and I thank you
for sharing, for trusting,
me with that troubling notion
that I am missing
a sorrowful deepening
that is
after a wellness examination
hardly hidden
but t'is heard around the world,
gunshot to my heart,
come to me when
ever
is understood that this
paean ~ pain ~ poem
is a simple wayfarer's way
of declaring
forever
I know you are sleeping now,
but when the fall sun breaks,
here is hoping me that you
break into private tears
in private places
like the ones decorating me,
celebrating
the best of what
humans
can be
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Carefree days
No worries, it's high school days
Always skipping class
Facebook status: smash or pass
I don't know much abut biology
It's alright, though 'cause in 5 years it won't affect me
But, I can tell you about rolling this half
Dime by the dozen, that's when I know math
Wake up and fall back asleep
Show up late look the best because I'm not cheap
Friday night party and I just might go
Leave out at 1 AM, trying not to get caught
But then again you never know
Make a couple friends
Let them know the new me
Creating memories to last until the world ends
High school days, get to know me
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
Gipukaw ko
sa akong damgo
Morag langgam nga ilo
sa salag nga gigubâ sa bagyo.
Ning-syagit ko
ug ngalan nimo
Ning-abut na ka abi nakò
Dinhi sa tapad ko
Akong gitan-aw,
wa may tawo
Ang habol pilô gihapon,
bugnaw maski gaksun nakò
Uli na langga,
mingaw na kaayo.
PANAGINIP (Tagalog translation)
Nagulantang ako
ng aking panaginip
Parang isang ibong ulila
sa pugad na sinira ng bagyo
Isinigaw ko
ang pangalan mo
Dumating ka na akala ko
Dito sa tabi ko
Tiningnan ko,
wala namang tao
Ang kumot tiklop pa rin,
malamig kahit yakapin ko
Uwi ka na mahal,
Sobrang lungkot na dito.
DREAM (English translation)
In a flash, awakened
by a dream, saddened
like a bird orphaned
in a nest the storm had downed
Your name
I called out loud
you have returned, I thought
here by my side, I sought
to feel and I looked, at once
but there was naught
the blanket still neatly folded
and, even as I hugged it, cold as dead
Come home now my dear
It’s become so lonely here.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
from a wonderful night
she came alive
oh my country
obscured in her gloomy might
her love seemed so right
the feign of her tattered story
she bears the burden of Africa
the reign of her battered glory
her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar
I wish that I fly away
from my path
I might not stray
from the start
I was taught to pray
my dreams to soar in beautiful array
as the nation saddles in its own barrage
lamentations of 56 years' blink
I see on eagle's wings what victory brings
the joy of 36 shining gold rings
too bright to look at
naming and counting one for each
and when twilight was reach
in plenteous joy and happiness
to the people my heart outreach
compensation for years lived
in wood and ash
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
it's abut 9pm and I decide I don't want to be alone
there was a car crash earlier that day up west towards Salida--
some Kansas man who was killed by a driver trying to pass
in the right lane, declared deceased on scene, another man
from Monument who was air-lifted to St. Thomas Moore,
no critical injuries.
I tend to ask God for these big signs, signs that I'll recognize. I tell him
that they need to be something I'll notice because you know me, sometimes I can't hear you. Anyway, signs, crashes. A Kansas man died. It's 9pm and I pull on some jeans and leave the house.
I'm supposed to be at a rodeo dancing, but maybe I wasn't supposed to be there after all. I have this white dress in my closet that you can't even see, tucked between everything else because it's so thin, lays flat beneath the aztec smocks and cream cardigans. I take it out and brush it off, thread my fingers through the open lace--
10pm. When I breathe soft enough the stars look like they're hanging on strings, like I could reach up and snap them off,
they'd be no bigger than dew drops on a spider web
so light they'd drift up in the night breeze and
set up in my own natural atmosphere.
What good would it have done me to be there? I only ask
myself to assuage the warm fear i've been feeling since Friday
night, a lingering umbrage I did not think would stay--
I can see the white stitches in my jeans that look
like they're glowing,
smells like rain out here.
I wish I was out at Chaffey
for a quick moment, enveloping
someone else in this chanel perfume
makin' someone else envious of the
way another man got to spin me out--
I'm trying to be all these people at once, an
audience of crowd pleasers piled into one body
It's so quiet, I'm so quiet up on the sideways knoll in
Florence, tired of letting people down easy off the sidewalk
curb and being tossed off the bridge over the state highway myself,
I can't help it, I want to say aloud.
I can't help that I am this way, collected.
calm in hearty hysterics, anxious to tell
you about how I've been fixed,
that warm fear growin' hotter
a coal for every man who suggested
I be less than who I am by pourin' more
into my cup,
I'm trying. I'm trying.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Restless Encounter
Returned from the graveyard shift
I needed a lift
Puppy eyes shut
Barks abut
I couldn't sleep
So I counted sheep
One, two, three, four
There's a knock at the door
It's an old cougar
That wants to borrow sugar
Coast was clear
I had no fear
Two hours later
The gator was catered
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Halfway to fourty
Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly
Two hours later
The gator's a hater
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Twist and turned twenty five
And more unneeded jive
Alarm clock set for wrong time
Chime, chime, chime
Can you believe that
The gator spat
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
I see her in the lea
Playing with me
Her wool a nice set
As my gator's lip wet
And this time the wifely returns
My insides want to burn, burn, burn
My gator sighs
As she says hi
Hi I weep, weep, weep
Please I need some sleep
She looks (esoteric) at me
With that look of plea, plea, plea
She wants her sugar fix, too
My gator singing it's blue
My eyes want to close
But there she blows
Chime, chime, chime
Wifely having a good time
On top of the train track
Gators attacked
His sheep counting on him
To stop the bedlam
Logan Robertson
9/6/17
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Poem a day, day 10
Why can't I write poetry
About things that matter to me?
Or am I really that shallow that all I care about
Is my own feelings of love, passion and loss
Or how tired/busy I am.
I haven't written a single poem about
Feminism, ecology or politics
Or even Star Trek or Doctor Who.
No Red Dwarf, cats or Cat from Red Dwarf.
Heaven knows I've thought about it.
I've thought "there's more to my life than that"
"There's more to me"
"I should write abut such-and-such"
And then sit there
completely blank.
My cat looks at me, sniffing the air
"How could you possibly not write about me?"
And walks off.
His brother lying on the armrest
The world revolves around him in a different way.
Well be more inspiring boys!
Help me out here!
Okay can't blame you
If even Star Trek and Doctor Who aren't doing it.
Plenty of ideas, so few poems
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
We follow some stupid rules and still not enough.
What does it really take?
We do what it needs to be done and still lose.
It doesn't matter, do your part or not the outcome is still the same.
Saint or not still lose…
Even when the storm calms there it is, another tempest.
How much can our wooden ship withstand?
Sometimes i think it's better to let go and let the stream lure
me to the sea's bottom.
Relief...
But if someone get's used to struggle, just moving through the motions
eventually won't give up won't succumb.
Let the tide ride up and you get drowned.
Ride the tide and let it guide you. Lower your ship and reach your destination.
There are times the road back to the port goes through the heart
of the storm. Unclench your fingers from the wheel and then
wish the sea is with your side. If your hands hold tight to
the wheel, it's a lost cause. Maybe destination it's not the place you direct but the place you abut.
Like a key which unlocks what is most hidden...
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Warning, take care
Hazardous to the health,
Caution, be careful
Take care of yourself.
No one warned me abut you
I circled around you for months
No one told me to keep my distance,
Told me to run, run, run
But I see it now, oh, I understand
I should have known you were dangerous.
I realize now that I've dug this hole myself
**And I ******* adore it.**
"Caution," label for that voice
I can't remember what I said.
Overexposure, could've ran
But you always get into my head.
"Hazardous Materials," for the the words you say
I'm tripping into walls when I remember
Under my skin, in my head
You send me reeling, the world's a blur.
"Warning," for your smile
It keeps me up at night
When I've turned off every light
But you're still so ******* bright.
"Careful," for your laugh
My face aches from smiling so often
It's contagious, your happiness,
Warmer than the ******* sun.
Where's the warning label on you?
Because I'm worried for my health.
I thought I was safer than anyone
But good god, you make me melt.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Someday you’ll wake up next to her and you will feel the same way you woke up alone,
Someday you will stand in the front of the ocean with hands folded and knees trembling,
Someday your skin’ll be marred with fingernails of a face that you can’t see.
Someday a rebellious gypsy will refuse to abandon your silence and you’ll be homeless forever.
Some nights the wild silhouettes of her will dance on your ceilings and all over your face.
Some nights you will see lights flickering and your heart speaking gibberish.
One day all the venom will wash away
Your skin left all scarlet,
One day all her hounds would runaway
Your sanity abut the forest ruins.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Internally, something in your head bangs, is this suppose to be your brain? You're lungs contract with every exhale, your heart? sticked so many times back together again it's filled with molecules of needle holes, when you take your first breath the two compartments of your heart are suppose to abut, but what if it doesn't?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
horse of
mire tired
in cold
his Lazarus
was this
rat escaped
a boon
that abut
the wall
above Savannah
and lie
as Prescott
stir crazy
at the
bone it
joined and
gatekeeper's droll
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
what would you do
if i socked you in the face
what would you do
if i filled you with hate
would you hate me till the end of your days
would you get back up without a daze
would you sock me back
and throw me to the floor
would you hit my head on the grounf
till i breathe no more
would you stand up
and let the blood mix with your tears
would you smile
and end all of your fears
would you do it again
and love it even more
would you do it again
even in the middle of a store
would you even let him/her suffer
would you even let him/her cry and curse
would you even let him/her build his/her hat for the worst
would you plant that seed of hate in his/her brain
would you make him/her scream in pain
would you not let him/her stop
would you make him/her **** a lot
would you let him/her **** anyone but you
would you know what these monsters you've created can do
would ***** tell you that you are not hate
would ***** tell you are simply a victim
an example of what it can create
would ***** tell you that this is your end
would ***** tell that there's nothing abut you ***** would miss
would ***** tell you that hate has no friend
would ***** give you a goodbye death kiss
would you feel betrayed by friends
would you feel that stab in the heart that hate sends
would you be stupid enough to not know why this is happening
would you be sad
would you feel bad
would you go away and die
realizing waht you've done
knowing no one will miss you
no one will cry
knowing all your leaving behind is hate
only fire in the eye
and a heart pierced by a steak
and the longer your in this hole
the deeper it gets
you know what it creates
and it made you pay the ultimate debt
What Would You Do (Love) is in the works in progress
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:55 PM UTC
Do not ask me abut the awesome depth of my love dealings
Love us rule with power of words,surmounting all feelings
But does exercise the power of taking all bruises to blessings
Love and beauty remain throughout in strings in all springs
My beloved do believe in strength of love to sail to real belief
My heart has been stolen by a real little lovely innocent thief
On relation of love and beauty one can write books but brief
Love is a reef in ocean or it may bloom on a new tree as a leaf
My sweetheart take me from all this worldly rut to a paradise
Please be more nice my beloved to give to our life more spice
Nor world is concise neither its idiosyncrasies are really precise
My beauty of universe please give advice to your heart to entice
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
She loves me
I love her
Man, how my stomach stirs
when she says words
and when she looks in my direction
Let's just say there's blurs
I'm not really sure
how we ended up here
there were fights on the way
but hey, I've forgotten them now
how can she be so... wow just wow
I could talk abut her hair
I could talk about her smile
I could talk about her.. for quite the while
i would probably crawl a mile
in a pile of crushed viles
Just to hear her say I love you
and I know she does
from the things she does
because throughout the however many months
Everything I wanted she was
Pause.
she just looked this way and I forgot what I was going to say.
but anyways I hope she stays
so together we can number our days
in a number of ways
And I can do my favorite thing
listen to her say
I love you.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Hush little child
Don't you fear
Mommy is fine
It's just a tear
I feel the guilt
I feel the sorrow
If only I had someones strength to borrow
To fight for you
To fight for me
But mainly for you
I'd take it again is I could have you forever
But his fists took you his feet took you
And he borrowed the strength of 10 men while i had the strength of 1
The odds were against me
But I fought anyways
Mommy is okay
She just misses you
Mommy dreams of you every night and wishes for you when she wakes up
Wishes you could grow up on the smell of blooming grapefruit like she did
Mommy loves you
No matter what
Mommy will fall sometimes
She will cry and she will wake up crying for you
But you don't have to worry because mommy knows your walking street of gold and buildings made of stars.
Mommy will break down some times
But don't you worry mommy is fine
Mommy will light candles for you on your birthday
Candles that smell like vanilla and coconut
Sweet smells will fill the air for you
For mommy's sweet little angel
Mommy will hold your memory close
Mommy will think abut those blue eyes and blonde hair
Mommy will remember the softness of your cheek against her lips
Mommy will hurt
But mommy hurts because she loves you
Mommy is thankful to have met you
Mommy will tell the world of your existence and she will never let your name leave her thoughts
Mommy will love you forever
and ever
Even if she didn't get forever with you
Mommy will forever love you
Cherish you
And remember you in the most beautiful ways
Mommy will dream of you
Mommy will never let you go
Because I'm your mommy
And mommy loves you
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
Do not ask me abut the awesome depth of my love dealings
Love us rule with power of words,surmounting all feelings
But does exercise the power of taking all bruises to blessings
Love and beauty remain throughout in strings in all springs
My beloved do believe in strength of love to sail to real belief
My heart has been stolen by a real little lovely innocent thief
On relation of love and beauty one can write books but brief
Love is a reef in ocean or it may bloom on a new tree as a leaf
My sweetheart take me from all this worldly rut to a paradise
Please be more nice my beloved to give to our life more spice
Nor world is concise neither its idiosyncrasies are really precise
My beauty of universe please give advice to your heart to entice
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
It's you, who encourage me?
It's you, who guides me to be the best I know how to be?
It's you.
Your words are inspiring.
Your life is thrilling from your rise down to your fall.
Except, greatness you can't keep down.
It's you that stands out before others.
From mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
It's you the motivation source.
We might never be able to walk upon water.
Or raise up the dead.
But many things are done for a reason and many seasons.
Some show kindness more than others.
And many does it just for show.
But your heart felt sincerity is real.
We can feel it.
We can read abut it.
More than anything, we can even show it.
We are love.
We are the designated child of God.
Who anointed you to represent him upon earth?
You are him.
In you, we see him.
Love isn't ever wasted, when it's giving.
It's you, who advise us of ways to get to heaven?
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC