"ayear" poems
I was once told I was never lovable to stay in a woman's heart
I believed the lie that I was never meant to love
But not too long ayear my heart pounded for some dawnstar love
She pounded with hateful love
At first I found it wow and I envied how she showed that love
But with the birth of time she showed me why she was passionate about that love
She was seeking revenge agaisnt him whom she found cheating on her
I was just a mere revenge tool to her
I was just a *** pet to her
I was just a *** stick to her
And since I knew this, I called it quits
But in my mind I remembered I was told that I wans't meant to love
I've decided not to believe that lie
I've gone back to square one, to look for someone to love
And today I swear I'm meeting my love or haven't you found me lovable?
Cause she was not jus she!
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
*though a young’un here,
wander, stumble through
old poems via crazy word
searches, and bumble~bump
into fabulous poets who have
not scribed in many ayear,
and the curiosity chomps me
big time, where do the poets*
go,
when they without trace,
they disappear,
disparu sans laisser de trace
**leaving behind poems that leave
me breaathless, eyes watery,
could not have all died,
but their spark that lit up skies
world over,
has been extinguished*
impossible
cannot be,
perhaps they graduated
to more serious employ,
though know nothing better
than scripture of scribbling
a beauteous insights,
a pithy phrase
that rings the heart strings
in ways that leave you
gasping!**
**how
can you lose the
need,
urging,
compulsing,
sensation
to create
great?
**how can it be,
late at night,
the kids put to bed,
the papers writ,
the bills paid
as best one can,
that the inner scream
becomes your
fingertips
to blow, spark, and drip
fulsome
words?
unheard,
requiring
witnesses,
Where?
is that ****
divine action,
when
so many have lost
that sparking
of
describing
the sparkling best
that life
provides?**
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC