"acquittance" poems
My beautiful Oak stood nobly on its own
It embraced my troubled mind and all my deeds condone
And when its sickly leaves lay crushed upon the soil
They would cushion me in comfort
as Id dream there for awhile
A chainsaw massacre!!! How can this be?
Some dammed blind fool your beauty couldn't see
No passion or affection, this man knows
His love a plastic piece or chalk repose
Things without a life , like this mans heart
He looks upon and calls a work of art
At his uncultured hands, your acquittance bell did tone
To see your life all drained has chilled me to the bone
All my innocence and youth has been severed
with your mighty root
My embittered heart or so it seems
has cursed the man that killed my Oak
And all my dreams
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
~
she paints in
well-articulated strokes,
in shades that boldly
show the seeker,
she brushes
in the open
window
the painful colors
of the searcher.
somewhere
in between,
she is the
doubter and believer;
on the edge
of learning who
and what she is;
struggling to chart
a course for
who and what
she will become.
she knows at least enough
to know her present
is not enough,
and knows too much to
call an ending
to her painful search.
she is trapped
between
lament and expectation,
between
pain and exaltation.
she is beautiful
but caught on
an ugly razor's edge.
between
the past and the future,
present...
but so distant
on this search
to her existence.
the if's, the why's
behind locked doors,
away from all
the peering eyes,
the adjournment
to her journey,
her acceptance
of acquittance;
her debt discharged,
the charge expunged;
forever free,
her best revenge.
~
*post script.
for she who came to us with broken wing,
who cannot move forward without
her own acquittance of her past.*
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Again this dusk
I shalt abrook,
Mind million
Thoughts building,
None to listen; I'll
Hear the echoes
Across the ceilings.
I'll acknow the t.v
Screen, picture
Bright pupils dance,
Jotting word's of needing cuddling of poetic romance. Giveth me acquittance O' heavenly father, of these late-night ramblings I'd trade for a flower. To
Sit next to a fool as I, how tonight is
No different from the morrow,
affined to the dingy, as a
Prisoner confined.
©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
You can't see me
You've talked to me once
But forgot about it
My apologies about this order of fashion
But I knew my chances were slender
I'm not your type
You can't see us
We are looking forward to this
We are the kids with the jackets and blue jeans
We try so hard and will never forget
You're not our friend but acquittance
You are hereby advised to independently leave us alone
You hurt us
You've hurt me multiple occasions
I don't care much anymore
You cant see yourself
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
If you are family we have common kin.
If you are friend we have common acquittance.
Best friend, we have common friends.
Stranger, We have nothing in common.
So who do I turn to, with troubles in my circles.
For none who understand can truly keep my thoughts.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
Verily, the year would come to a halt,
And a voyage of another 365 days shall begin,
As it has always been, as nature has always preceeded.
With bunch of wishes, I dreamt,
With a lot of goals, I strived,
With little achieved, I'm not filled with contention but happiness.
Several 24 hours filled with mixed reactions,
Hours filled with estacy and joy,
Days I'm broken with worries.
New figures have appeared,
Ones, who have enjoined me in friendship,
Yet, acquittance that turned sour and never saw the light of companionship.
And came Music, whose lyrics and beats blew my mind,
Football, whose tension thrilled my soul,
Novels, which broadened my comprehension.
Whatever 23 has in stock, I'm filled with hope,
Hoping my goals shall not be mere dreams,
And the dreams shall see the light of success.
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC