"deared" poems
As the world would give her Nothin' but sadness,
She decided to vent out her emotions
She searched for ways,
Art, Poem, Diary throughout the days.
She looked upon her old works of art,
For that may heal the broken part,
But she couldn't find the painting she deared,
Again Nothin' but tears.
Has someone thrown it?
Thinking of it as ****
Could they have thought,
How much love it brought?
How she had treasured it over the years,
But in the end, She gets Nothin' but tears
Is this fair?
She made it for the people she loved,
And they didn't knew how many feelings it bare.
Alone in a room,
Which seems like a doom.
She vents out her feelings in another type of art,
Which will be again added to her cart.
Silently, She wished somebody hears,
Her quiet Nothin' but tears. . .
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
As I walked these halls filled with so much memory,
I reminisce the glory of the days gone by,
I sit by a pavement where our hearts once lingered,
And I looked to the stars where our hopes were kindled
The sun was scorching its heat that summer day,
You came like a blowing winter on a hot day,
Then I found myself seating next to a stranger,
You felt so different, someone I’ve never seen
You didn’t say a word yet I felt so uplifted,
You knew me before I uttered a single word,
You heard what was lurking in my heart all these times,
You told me, I was in dire need of salvation
It was our untimely meeting I ever pondered,
In my dreams, there an angel stood by my side,
The sunlight shone her beautiful eyes,
An ecclesiastical angel, who was sent by heaven prevailed.
Time has become our prime our greatest companion,
It has witnessed all the stories the stories our lives have written,
As each day that passed by, I spent to know who you are,
And for some inexplicable reason, you knew me
I grew to love an angel whom I thought I could never own,
It was the blazing eloquence you have shared with me,
You spoke of the words of heaven, which I deared most,
What you uttered silenced the demon in me
What I loved the most was how you basked in sunshine,
The sunlight glared through your eyes and I saw love,
In your arms, I felt the security you gave,
As if you embraced all my flaws and imperfections
As the feast of starlight brought enormous joy,
Everyone danced along to its melody,
We sat right next to each other, hands fit perfectly
Your lips pressed upon mine beneath the moonless sky
You shed your angelic wings and became a mortal;
You chose to stay with me here in my world
For years that has been our setting,
It paved way for us to prosper
But there came a day when you received a calling,
By your will, you chose to take up your seat and to regain your wings
You bid me goodbye with a kiss under the stars
And told me that you would be one of them
You now walk in starlight in another world,
In a world so vast and beyond what mankind could fathom
You left me a feather of your wings, to serve as a reminder
That once in our lives the impossible comes to life.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Hidden inside, are the secrets within,
the bland wall has no opening,
The key has disintegrated into tiny pieces, not even, the deadly acid.
The key has sunk inside and has become a part of the acidic death.
Now the lock is unlockable, where the secrets are trapped within.
Writhe not, because the depth consumes it,
deep like an ocean, like the dark world thoust lay beneath is scarce and feared, hated and discreet, and not warmly deared.
As black as hell, the coral beneath is as red as the dark rose wine, looks insidious, hidden and dwell.
The demons lay beneath and do not seek,
thou seek when the winters are dry, the bare **** trees, and a dead body... in a bed of cries.
Skeleton build with muscle, cells, tissue, organs and fat...
is the book cover that had no key, the body that died in tragedy.
The woman that had no he nor she, lonesome and scared, supressed and helplessly dared.
Dared to die alone, rot and starve, no one gave a ****
because she was invisible to all and there was no one to whom she could confide.
Her ghost kept all kinds of secrets, even the ones all curable and not in weakness.
She went insane, her mind thoust blood it had rained.
Satanic and the devils child she became,
once was heavens angel, sweet and innocent, and was always at bay.
Parents murdered, home burnt down...
she cried a waterfall, for endless days in her mothers gown.
Lived alone, and never whispered a word...
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
...
A whisper on the wind
carried news of your impending arrival
even the birds held their breath,
not even a twig deared snap in anticipation.
You were one one of
the 12 great mysteries of life.
But I saw through you.
You took far more than I was willing to give unwittingly.
I am my own mystery,
so I whistled sweetly crunching on soft twigs
suffering all the hard stares and curses of the woods.
But, these are my woods,
my fields of green and my happiness never depended on you.
I wont hold my breath or on to any false hopes.
I know what there is to seek,
and what I don't want to find,
I know what I am.
Do you?
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC