"asure" poems
So few words
Left her heart feeling free
Her soul flying high
but she will asure you all
Her feet are firmly on the ground
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
Yes, life gives us challenges,
Life sometimes makes us think we're weak,
But when the right people come in your life
I asure you, they'll repair all the damages
By maybe, just a kiss on your cheek
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
*Your sound
wakes up my heart
asure me that
w'll never part
You are on top of my chart
When it comes to my
favorite human
on this planet
The chart says
your name is still
the first one to write!*
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
*Raindrops on roses,
And wiskers on kittens,
Don't know if I really wore mittons,
But I can be sure,
Nothing came in brown paper packages,
Which were tied up with strings,*
*So I asure you,
These are not some of my favourite things!
Cream colored ponies,
No! Crisp apple poodles,
Sorry if I made a mistake,
I'll go with noodles,
White owls that fly with some
Food in their beaks,
I assure you,
These are some of my unfavourite things!*
*Girls in white dresses,
With blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into spring,
Well,
These are a few of my favourite things!*
When the dog barks,
When the bees sting,
When I feel like shouting!
I simply remember my unfavourite things!
and then all I feel is,
too bad!
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
A small frog sits on a log
While a large dog howls a song
“Oh how i fear this dark world of pain
And oh how i feel such disdain
Please oh please won’t someone explain?”
The frog replies in a deep, soothing voice
“We have in life but one choice;
To wallow in chagrin or simply rejoice
This dangerous life is filled with allure
Finding it’s a challenge, i can asure
But if you give up now,
to the darkness you will bow.”
What happened after this duet?
Well the dog no longer frets.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
DEATH...
The thought of you scares me
Reminds me of how fast time is ticking
And how many close to me have encountered you on their journey.
You remind me not only to dream but to act fast on what I desire most.
The thought of you makes me value relationships
cherish the moments I have with my daughter
How I enjoy combing her hair and telling her what an intelligent and beautiful little being she is.
Yes, because of you I have to raise an independent woman
because, I too shall meet you one day
hope it won't be soon enough.
Death
I have learned to make the best out of every moment even if its on my worst days
Even if it were to be my last day.
I wake up every morning just to check if my alarm will still go on
If it does, I know I'm not yet on heavens gates.
I wake up early to make morning calls
reply to last nights texts
Just so they know you and I have not yet met.
Because of you I asure my mother how much I love her and how grateful I am to be the woman I am today.
I worry less about what is thought of me
And work more on their last thoughts of me
Obviously I want to be remembered as the bubbly, cheerful and beautiful human I was destined to be.
I not only forgive easily but knowing that you'll take me by surprise
I avoid grudges OR unresolved fights coz I do not want to leave anyone with a broken heart.
I now know somethings are meant to be and some are not coz My forever lies with you.
Whether you take me on my crippled days in bed
whether you take me on a sunny blissful day
No!!! Don't get it twisted
I do not FEAR you
I just fear leaving them without words
And the memories of my smile...
Death,
The thought of you makes me appreciate those morning smells of coffee
Don't really mind how green the grass is or how blue the sky may be
I just appreciate them more coz soon I know
IT WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
Strange, really
How there's no warning to the faucet
Or which words holding the trigger
will suddenly appear and show its face
O' words, how violent you are
There was a time when I looked forward
to the curvy letters of your body
stretching across the plain plane
Turning a white empty line to colorful inspiration
With words like love, happiness, and joy
given to me by thou, giddy and gay
But now I see,
That words were used as weapon
Violently beating upon my soul,
Drummer or Gunner, the effect the same
Ringing ears and burnt eyes from you letters
Using this canvas as a carnival of hurt
Using words such as Hate, Anger, Sorrow
Their dangerous curves bringing with a terrible allure
But I can asure
That I too can wield these weapons
Twin hilted swords of Fruitless and Revenge
Double barreled Pain and Failure
and the ones that shot me down from the skies
The cannons of Hate and Anger.
I however,
Tired and beat down
Love licking my wounds
Sleeping joy of memories past
Keep me from retaliation.
I love your letters, But I hate you Words
Without letters you are useless
But without words, I'm speechless
O' how I hate thee, cruel words
Strange, really
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
I watch as you stare.
Staring as if you're a
predator and I'm your prey.
Staring with the most concentration
I have ever seen before.
You give off this essence.
The essence of a knight
in shining armor,
beckoning me towards you with
every glance I steal just
to see your crystal blue eyes.
Are you trying to
relay a messsage,
or are you simply intrigued
by the sight of me?
As I look back I
try to read you expression,
yet all I find is a blank canvas;
Staring deep into the pit of my soul.
Why don't you say something?
Anything?
Just release me from this
spell you have cast on me-
these chains to which I have been binded.
You stare as though
I can read your mind
but I asure you I can not.
Will you just answer me already?
The feeling of you staring
overpowers me-
weakens me.
"Release me" I ask.
"Release me"
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
The days pass in twos, I see double again
I'll make you believe me while I play pretend
The questions are nothing but all of my doubt
I'm letting you in as you choose to walk out
and here I am wandering memory lane
Adoring with pleasure these moments of pain
I could be mistaken and you could be right
we're not that much different when we have a fight
But how many punches can anyone throw
When blue is the face of a life we've let go
I don't want to bother your patience at all
So I will let silence take both of the fault
The beauty of breaking can only be seen
If one other person is present for me
I'm not who I am when you're not who you are
Tonight I will keep you inside of my heart
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
You and I,
Nothing more would it take
To defy the world,
To brighten the stars,
To freshen the earth.
Oh please,
Lets not result to posies.
Never promise me forever,
Promise me today.
Don't tell me you'll always be,
Because what'll you do when things go astray?
Oh, sorry, I never meant to hurt you,
Are you sure you'll be okay?
I asure you, I'll be fine,
I never promised a day more than today.
I knew not to guarantee, what I had yet seen,
As I knew it would someday lead to my dismay.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
cognitive dis
sonnance sonic vibration shaking
the core
of our age
constant hey, hey look this way,
walk this way,
talk this way
bitchnmoan
groan, big stretch intended
to en
velope volve gauge and me
asure real if I can make
my bubble gobble yours,
you're in mine,
your's popped.
It's okeh, I expected you.
I prepared a place, come and see.
you can't go on pre
tending to aim at invisible hope
for things you see, right here.
The end of any mortal moment
is always near. In your heart, you know.
The kingdom of God (a term yet undefined),
if this is a place,
this stack of lines your learning lets you read,
then this is your heart-felt happiest possible place,
sometimes
this is like heaven to you,
after all
is said, and done.
--- that's published ---
a seed
or a flower, or leaves of grass
as good for me to grow on as
any sacred cow,
chewinginging blissish backward belching
methane, to warm the wind,
to ease the groaning from below the ice,
chewing leaves of grass,
as in times past,
when fusions were being warmed
from industrial effort to make the Iron Legged Monster
trample the idea
of calming words easing pain as sure as momma kisses
always did,
when you thought, as a kid and could believe such kisses
evidently worked,
you felt un-pained, the kiss alone could be blamed.
Did you notice? When kisses made hurts go away,
was your attention the price
of the kiss or was it a switch clicked as the lips of another
touched your skin and authoritatively declared,
all's better, and this is the direction
the vector from one remembered kiss of this sort
epigenetic trigger cocked, then pulled
endurance of developing process patterns with all the pieces
scattered
laid out
before our eyes, asif
intended to be seen, pain,
pay attention. Sharp can be evidence of fracture or
proof that whetting the edge makes our shaping
painless on this scale.
Aim at nothing, imagine what you hit. High five,
one hand clapping,
one more way to see the sublime.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Doctor, Doctor, I need help,
The movie stars tears,
They aren't real.
Doctor, Doctor, I need help,
My heart is aching,
And I think I felt,
It dropped to the Pits,
And it won't get out.
Doctor, Doctor, help!
I can't wait much longer,
I'm confused, and I wander,
Into the dark alone,
I dont wanna go home.
Doctor, Doctor,
I'm all out of breath,
I have been running and running,
from death.
You will have to listen
Listen to my heart.
But I asure you,
Every beat will say,
Doctor Doctor....
Help.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
I've got serious poetic issuses
The rhyme in my mind never quits
I've seen countless shrinks over the years
That asure me this is it
When along comes another snag
Here yet comes another riff
It starts off all sweet and subtle
The way purring kittens do
Soon enough to a roaring lion
Salivating over poetic stew
I'm at the point where I now realize
There's not a lot that I can do
So it's back to pen and paper
Pounding out the daily poems
Like a mess of party favors
Take your favorite flavor home
Guess with me and the insanity of poetry
I'm destined to never be alone
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
I do not have her brown hair, and I do not have her genuine smile
But I have hair tinted as gold grain, and and a grin I've worked on for a while.
I do not have her slimmed out waist, or her beautiful skin
But I have a tummy that folds over on occasion, and a beautiful soul within.
I do not have her elegant laugh, or her power to light up a room
But I have a peculiar love for flowers, and like them I need some time to bloom.
You adore her and laugh with her, but when I come over to talk to you you walk away. And I can't help but to wonder, what would've happened if you stayed?
Now I can't promise you beauty and grace, nor can I promise me to open up.
I can't promise that I'll trust you right away, or that I'm ready to fall in love.
But I can asure you one thing, something I am just dying for you to see.
That the day she breaks you into a million pieces,
you'll wish you picked me.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC