"dilema" poems
I have a flower, in a vase, sitting on my window sill
There are no other flowers on my window sill
Just a rose.
This rose is special,
It hasn't died since I picked it.
The life of this rose depends on me.
No other flowers can exist on my window sill,
No other flowers can fit in the vase.
Just that flower, in that vase, on my window sill.
Walking through a garden, I see another flower.
Better than the rose in some ways,
but not in others.
This flower is a lily.
My heart immediatly begins to tear in two.
So now I face a dilema.
Pick the lily, or let it die.
Keep the rose, or let it die.
Either way, one must die.
And I am stuck between two beauties.
I need a flower, in a vase, on my window sill.
So I delve deep.
I think broadly.
I remember something.
My favorite flower is an orchid.
I have a feeling my orchid is in a distant garden,
waiting to be picked --
by me.
This orchid will be
My flower, in my vase, on my window sill.
And so I can live with the outcome of the lily
or the rose
And I just hope they don't die
that someone else's favorite flower
is a lily
or a rose.
Because I know that something is going to happen
that will bring me closer to my favorite flower.
So I must be patient.
And just wait for
My perfect flower, in my perfect vase, on my window sill
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
Mon Amour
When a man whispers
"His feet hurt, and his shoes
are too small and
he's forgotten how to dance."
He prays noone else
understands his dilema,
nor what this means but I do.
No moon rises betwéen his
lowly stinky creepy
femfatales shoe-less other.
My moon spins way up higher
in orbit serving mystic functions
and our moon glares
in each others eyes
as our breathing sighs in love.
True love is our vine that
reigns in us as gravity rules on Earth.
With trips to nowhere and back
In love and without presence
I remain lost and found
a restless Angel.
~~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
Who want's a love poem?
A thing about some guy and some girl
and how something's just so **** blissful
or just so **** sad and dramatic?
***** that.
How about we find something we can swallow?
How about we forget our little cry-c's,
and take half a **** second
to
to
to write a **** love poem...
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
with smoke tainted breath i sit and watch the night pass by
a silent guardian to watch my waking thoughts
the blinking traffic light tick tock ticks my life into pieces
a second hand reminder of the passing time flies
i reminisce on thoughts once alive and
create a late night fantasy in my mind
of life once lived to the fullest extent
only available in dreams brought on by death
the air is chill a cool reminder of the progressing season
where even the earth finds itself locked in throes of ecstasy
at the mere idea of change
the sky, towering sentinels that keep their eyes to the heavens
for any sign that this chaotic life will sink in calm waters
it smells like rain and the smell is sweet
caress my heart with a sense of longing as i create
this poem of cliche meaning
i live to love and love to live with lover in hand and
a night beneath the stars
only spoke about in hushed voices for song would break the spell
if this city wakes
i find myself asking the empty air for answers to these
dilema questions only meant for rhetorical ears
a writers lament
the cry of the mocking bird
syncs with the pass of a car
sweetly soft in a partners sigh
repetitive to most
these lips taste like honey and
my soul is free to wander to home
where you lay sleeping
safe and sound in the sea of mist
that separates the lost from the jealous eyes of unforgiving rest
a movement without meaning draws inspiration
for zen meditation
my coffee is getting cold
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 5:27 AM UTC
Fuimos momentos de alguna eternidad, fuimos silencios, historias sin contar, fui para ti un extraño, loco y soñador,
para mí fuiste un camino, un bosque, una selva, un cielo…
imperceptible para mis sentidos, impersonal para mi serenidad, impronunciable para mi boca, irrenunciable para mi voluntad…
has sido lo que no sabes ser, y la que siempre has sido; dulce como la miel, llena de ideas, silenciosa, impresionante, un paisaje, un poema, siempre un dilema.
Confieso que me enamoró tu misterio, que quiero pretender que no lo sepas, que ideo mil conclusiones de las palabras que no dices, que hay mas en mi de ti, que de mí mismo; que soy lo quiero ser cuando te toco, que soy quien quieres que sea cuando me miras; que no soy nadie, que sólo soy dentro de ti, sin estar dentro de ti.
Fuimos esa eternidad que termina pronto, ese pronto que no termina y que ni siquiera ha llegado. Fuimos lo que nadie ha sido, fuimos sin saberlo, solo dos extraños.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
He yearned for greener pastures
At no expense to his lifestyle
So he searched for something better
Hoping to find someone
To change his life
She gave up on life a million years ago
And now she exists but does not live
She’s angry at the world
But her misfortunes,
Were all fruits of her own accord
Fate brought them in a serendipitous way
And love at first sight
Was no longer a dilema for the blind
Infatuation is a strong feeling
But this feeling can be deceiving
For the heart can freeze
After the flame is gone
But what is life if you never take a chance
They never knew how to love one another
But at least they got a taste
Of what it feels like to be wanted
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
O desenho inscrito sobe a forma de sinais,
Que percorrem o mapa secreto desse corpo,
Onde no olhar se vêm certezas divinais,
Mais secreto é saber que alimentas o meu horto!
O dilema repleto de infindáveis caminhos,
Onde a escuridão que existira se esfumou,
Nossos dizeres tornam-se atos e miminhos,
Essas dúvidas são claras e o tempo levou!
Como tu eu sinto que o melhor é mesmo acreditar,
Soltar-me no vento e explorar o sentimento quente,
Que chegou recheado de sonhos e contornos de cativar,
É porém o desenho do teu rosto que guardo tão presente!
Presente tão bom, presente que Deus me enviou no caminho,
Posso mesmo confiar que tenho vontade de ir pela avenida,
Nem tão pouco, nem tão perto a luz do fundo eu imagino,
Mas o alimento que trouxeste e que a ti vai deixando com vida!
Segue nas minhas veias na esperança de te poder hoje e sempre olhar,
Apertar-te nos braços e encontrar o meu, em tempos já distante Norte,
E hoje aperto em minha mão a bússola que me trouxeste em passaporte,
Para o vão da felicidade, de que hoje quero acreditar, e comigo, a ti levar!
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti Lili…
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
I have a undieing love for you that is a fact proven
And the strands of love we braided together these years are now groven
I would do anything for you my love runs that deep
But time of a love shared has began to get weak
But in my heart it will always be strong
But a relationship between us again now that would be wrong
Even though sometimes we talk on the phone I get lost in our past memories
Then the pains and sorrows of what we had harshly awakens me
But still I would do anything for you
But your let's try again plea just won't do
Yes baby I love you from the top of my head to the sole of my feet
And if you want me to keep loving you then you would just let me be
No I cannot pick up where we left off and start off new
Still some words you have said to me makes my face blue
Those arguement and fights.... you not coming home some nights
I cannot do it again baby not in this life
I love you enough to leave you its time to be with someone else
And so what if I fantasize about you at times I do it when I'm by myself
I love you enough to give it all up rather than hold it in
I loved you as my girl and I plan to love you more as a friend
Now don't try to put it all on me like I'm the one to blame
Yes I share part in this dilema but you never knew how to be tammed
Don't try to feed me the I changed lies and this time it will be right
Because even though it might be hard for you to believe I sleep great at night
But don't forget I love you
Love you enought to leave you as you have left me times before
For ya friends ya ******* and when you just wanted to be a *****
I have to much pride to have to set aside what my soul knows is correct
I love you baby I love you to death
But I'm not gonna die from stressful things you do
This is why I need you to respect the fact that I love you enought to leave you
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC
Excessive threats lead to fear of death
i know your scared but what do you want me to do
their bigger than you
and you can put me out with swing and shout
call the cops i know their ready for this
why would they care unless they can get a kiss from a harem
who is attractive enough
to save you from the big tough.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
Its a pain that I'm unable to explain.
Physical yet emotional all in the same way.
To the outside world its invisable and non-existent
But inside there is a stabbing, gut wrenching pain.
A blade being ****** through my abdomen over and over again.
Until nausea over comes and chokes me close to drowning
The very organs that make me a woman are poisoning my blood, my life force
Every emotion is magnified, intensified
made into a life ending dilema
Every nerve throbbing, transferring through every part
Making my legs weak and my heart race
The blood running through my veins has become acid
Alone in this prison of emotional and physical hell
No tender hand to caress my cheek
No soothing, comforting words to lul me to sleep
No strong arms to wrap me up tight
No soft lips to kiss me goodnight
The darkness of solitude is seeping in
To encompass and destroy any small bit of hope left
Fate has cursed my every move
Tarnished every hello, expecting and waiting for the goodbye
Destined to wallow for all eternity in my own tears
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
I want you
but even more than that
I want you to want me
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Deep breaths as I stand by the sea
Each step colder as I draw closer
Debating on what direction to take
Trying to ignore my feelings
As my head and I argue on the choice to make
My head reminds me of love and warmth
And the dream of a home built on mutual admiration
It then reminds of how every kiss and hug sparks butterflies and chemistries
But then I present my case
Telling my head that things are not what they appear to be
Calling my feelings as a witness
Testifying that sadness comes after every expression of desire
Loneliness comes after every proclamation of love
And yet a sight draws me closer
And I become addicted to the drug that is her
I plead for daily doses
Scratching my head as a result of the low supply
Dragging each dose like my life depended on it
And dying inside due to the toxic nature of it
I wake up in different mind cities
Hallucinating a perfect world
Avoiding the reality at all cause
But it’s just my mind that has been corrupted
Blocking my vision of truth
And so I plead with my head to see reason with my feelings
Begging for a chance for therapy
To loosen myself from the bounds of this toxicity
Cause with just a few steps closer towards the sea
There will be nothing left of me
For people see.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
i was a wanderer
travel in time
recent four years were my specialty
it began with a simple late reply
from crush turn into lover
never been in love and hate to die
priceless dilema and million of tears
bring me here, to the way i am now
i pray for you, sometimes i hope you too
may our loves be blessed by the emperor
i am now closing my book and
begin to fly,
wassalam.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
caio lentamente
diminuído . decaído . consumido
pensamentos demoníacos
lágrimas escorrem do meu rosto
e caem a meus pés
equilíbrio
visão extravagante
floresta de pedra
criaturas da noite
movem-se pacificamente
invisíveis
desejo
fogo incontrolável
que me absorve na sua graça
perplexo
danço nas chamas bruxuleantes
conspiro
ao som do silêncio da noite
e procuro o conforto
no gelo frio do teu ser
o meu dilema:
qual o meu caminho?
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Ó morte! O silêncio de tua voz me é tortura,
Pois suspiraste em chama tão cedo
Colhendo de desesperança, o medo
E secando fontes de virtude em tua bravura
Ó morte! Por que recolhe tua graça obscura
Quando nutre interna, minh'alma em segredo?
Por que fazes-me ardilosa, teu lume enredo,
Quando aviva-me o desejo de unção tão pura?
De eras tortuosas, tece-me piedoso dilema
Neste espírito breve, de impetuosa e extrema
Flor desatada e imprudente
E eriçam minhas razões para que a tema
Mas bem sei que és gentil! Pois, da paz amena
És tu quem guardas os tesouros eminentes
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
I looked up slowly,
I saw you lovely,
I saw the curve of your **** smile,
I heard the gurgling of the stream in your laughter,
I felt better.
I saw beautiful lyrics in your words,
Soft, poetic verses I had never heard,
I was mesmerized by your enticing gestures,
In my mobile I desired to capture.
I was bewitched by your intense black eyes,
I looked away promptly, were my feelings for you lies,
Realization hit me badly,
I had fallen in love with you madly,
When I was already engaged to someone else,
I was in a mess.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
I've got my two feline boys
Max and Merlin
Both short haired and jet black
I also have black Mollie dog
Short legs and round and fat
The problem that has just transpired
Is another orphan cat
Related to Max and Merlin
And also deepest black
So friends think about a feline
A hunter of the night
Think about an orphan
Whose name must begin with M
Give me some names
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Nascemos por amor por desejos,
Uns nascem sem pressa, sem beijos.
A natureza tudo parece querer determinar,
Nascemos na terra,no céu,no mar.
Dilema de descendência adequada,
Uma vida nova nunca preparada.
Nus e sem nada brotamos como a flor,
Por obra de Deus e do amor.
Abundância e esperança de viver,
Nascemos para terra tornar a ser.
Racionais e com sentimentos,
Dilema dos termos momentos.
Nao somos plantas ,somos seres,
Com o livre arbítrio de tudo escolher.
Deus deu a alma para tudo perceber,
Dilema do nascer,viver e morrer.
Victor Marques
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 4:41 AM UTC
My family has a curse
It’s the Dollhouse Dilema
The problem is you see,
That people think we’re perfect.
We’re plastic to the outside world
And perfectionist at our core.
We’re always in control, that is,
Until something goes wrong.
Do you see the problem here?
The problem is with logic.
Plastic melts with heat and pressure,
But we just smile harder.
I don’t know why we’re like that
And I’m not sure we’ll recover but
Beware the perfect people, for
They have the biggest problems.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Three notes define the entrance and none the exit.
A message sent to you and only you alone. Do you open it now or leave it to later.
If it was important would they not have called?
A modern dilema we all bought into.
We became slaves to our own devices.
So do the three notes define us or command us?
Is it now to late to save us from
ourselves?
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
There once was a poet quite noted
Who's adam's apple was Amply Throated
I'd make a guess, plums hung in that dress
And more then her legs did get shaved
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
All those years ago
without even
realizing
what I was doing
I picked myself apart
laying all the pieces across the floor
and said
"I don't like my eyes"
my mother asked
"why?"
I shrugged my reply
"they're too dark and remind me of mud"
then it was
"my hair looks like damp dirt"
and
"I hate my smile, my tooth is crooked"
I hid my
bruised legs behind jeans
and scrawny arms
beneath long sleeves
always stepping on tip toes
for an extra inch
"I'm too short to keep up"
always being teased
"you're so short and tiny like Santa's elves"
and slowly over time
I began to hate
my own
skin
lashing out at anyone who got too close
and while I appreciate
others trying to
fix me, the problem is
how do You
Fix
something I created?
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Is it such a terrible dilema
To be torn between two
Roads in which opposing
Realities compete for existence
Should I be so common
Or with a key to the unknown
Do I open the lock of life
And achieve the unexcpected
Nostalgia has a deathgrip
A noose of fonder times
Chokes out the potential
In dreams which have yet to come
I dare to be unpredictable
To, with hesitation now passed,
Conquer the life unlived
Willingly, regretting nothing.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
It is a state of uncertainty about life,
It is a natural feeling that we sometimes have,
Questions frequently asked before falling in love,
Thoughts one has before they are ready to give,
It is not a cause one can use to forgive,
It is a snare that an enemy may weave,
It is that longing for a super relief,
Should we take a stand for what we believe?
Would we get the sand out of our shoes?
Are we full of questions or just misunderstood,
Are we too impatient and often doomed?
Should we stop or go things never done before,
Must we cop with the society or must we accept the variety,
The variety of faces races and embraces,
Dilemma is what the world faces today,
Fame is what’s expected and respected anyway,
Known to many loved by few I wish I only knew,
Dilemma is what’s new dilemma is not a life for me and you
By ISSAI
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC