"companied" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, expressing old emotions and letting them go later when you are better----makes you feel so powerful and proud of the place you are now in:]
She changed for a shady robe coating her scars
She passed across mirrors abandoning her fury
She levitated on an ocean of despise
and let the sorrow sink her in the deep
She cringed from the pity and hid under her veil
She heard the loudness of silence and companied the loneliness
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
Ourn silhouette's to tail us
Afoot aboriginal Knoll's;
Her brilliance, imminent
Untold story of love;
Appertaining in her contemplate
Mediterranean, upon ourn plate's;
Barefoot meandering to ourn date
Relaxed and high, none debate's;
She's the apothecary who Selleth me philter's
She allureth me in, and mine soul stretcheth longer;
When I falleth down, her young age maketh me stronger
When I cometh around, her word's art charmer's;
Comely is her impetus
Cometh hither mine lad, she's the amour' seamstress;
Companied, I shalt hold mine lass
Companied, I shalt liveth with her, in ourn nest...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ soulmate mienne
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
i
Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there
She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare;
Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red
Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.
ii
Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written
Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven;
Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed
Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.
iii
Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut
Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up;
As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed
A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©,あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Dear myself,
Today
Was simply amazing.
Despite the eyes that watched you
As you walked side by side with me
Despite the mouths that talked about you
As you held my hand
Not even a moment you felt insecure.
You had me companied wherever I go
From every store that I windows shopped at
To the theatre hall that I almost slept in
I am eternally grateful
For you have always been there
Through my ups and my downs
Though I don’t like being alone but
Being alone isn’t that lonely after all
Sometimes, you just need a time for yourself
Just you and yourself alone
Thank you
Myself.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
She was born a rose,
With deep red cheeks and hair blonde as gold,
Companied by a smile so kind, it was said to heal your soul.
And this "rose" was held delicately in the hearts of those who met her,
As she was just a young girl, with a heart made of gold,
But this "rose" had thorns to protect her sweet heart,
Only to be picked, and used, and thrown, and stomped,
By the world who didn't care about her or her thoughts,
By a world that kept spinning, when she was hurting and lost,
So that "rose" used her thorns to keep people away,
And finally, finally, got things to go her way,
Till one day she was picked,
When a "bee" landed on her petal,
So she shook and fought and punched and kicked,
But that "bee" didn't sting her, at least not right away,
Instead he stuck around, day after day,
Till one day he got tired of that "rose,"
And she had thought things were going okay,
And then he left.
And she was back to square one.
Her thorns had grown dull and her petals had holes,
And she again, picked herself up,
Ready for the next one.
Until the last petal fell.
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC
There’s a difference between
A rushed drunken collision on a futon
Restless hands companied by eager lips
And when you told me that you lived for people too
and I couldn’t keep the words “kiss me”
from spilling out of my jaw.
You really ****** me over with this brand new feeling
because now drunk hands can’t possibly fill
that bittersweet void you opened.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC