"donates" poems
"Aren't you now tired of that green?
different from the zeitgeist once was
the ****** pulsation existed all along with me!
I can see it in the movement of yours
when I deep kiss you, not there, you are!
it's too long, our liaison, my love listen,
now it's time for a change, haven't you
seen the clouds in quick changing formations?
Yes, rest you need and a period of leisure
would do you good.You have to don a hue
to suit to to the mood, and yellow it is"
The setting sun,languidly to the leaf said aloud.
She felt the relief, she unhurriedly received
his words purple tinted.pointing the direction.
The mountain wind, when the leaf was green,
an intense lover, moved her,always.
A leaf callow and green in the wind,
passion personified, during the gale she was
the aggressive partner, demanding more,
"You are hanging here for long,on this branch,
knowing all, now time to let go, hear the music
permeating through dust and clouds and lives
transform yourself, you have danced enough
with me here, change pace, let go, begin
a journey new and find, what the cosmic hum
tells to every single cell, and what's in the end,
get ready to take newer forms from now on my love"
Wind took her by hand and she let go every thing
and naked to the soul, she jumped in to the deep below,
a valley, in ferment, flowers, fruits and leaves
in abundance, stood with bated breath,
beckoning, welcoming, cheering the fallen leaf,
the last dance it was,with the wind and sun,
in whispers the wanton wind told her" time to go,
feel light and explore, discover the secrets still left"
Earth, red and fertile was much pleased, smiled at her,
"Come down beloved, here I lie in wait, impatient,
this is your bed, not a minute late you are, here
as before in the appointed hour,you are aware
at any time you have to end up as the salt of the earth,
you'll love it here as much you did on a flowering branch,
bit by bit like the fragments of a cloud in blue sky,
you will become one with me; the fecund muddy earth,
new seeds with a vision encrypted inside will fall on you
get nourished by what your love donates and would sprout.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
following is a list of evocative baby names. the least you can do is wait for it. wait while my brother donates the blood I loaned him. while my sister decides to believe in war. believe because she is finally allowed to fight. war because my brother is dying. dying even though he has money enough to cover his inheritance. a disabled twitter account. that I often quote. quote from inside my different *** marriage. where I’ll meet my wife. and her only child.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
Though life is priceless
And invaluable,
To be frank,
The blood, one donates
To a blood bank,
An oasis in
Life-devoid desert
A delivering mother's
An accident victim's
A nation defending
Soldier's life,
Helps to regain back!
What a lofty task!
What a lofty task!
Donating the resilient blood
Does not affect
Our health's statuesque,so
Once in a while
Let us learn,to a nearby
Blood bank to go!
When sinks in the idea,
Of such a holy venture
Following suit
All will nurture the culture!
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Jamie keeps a middle aged white man imprisoned below his house as an involuntary *** slave.
Jamie also donates a few hundred dollars each month to human rights organisations around the world.
Sam spends a few hours most weeks attempting to draw people’s
attention to both local, and international slavery.
Sam neither donates money to human rights organisations, nor keeps slaves himself.
Whilst most people who are concerned about human rights issues have a problem with slavery, there is some disagreement as to the most effective way to address it.
Some are of the view that Jamie, despite his direct participation in slavery, is doing more for human rights than is Sam. The theory is that by donating money to human rights organisations, one can offset the harm associated with keeping a slave, and in Jamie’s case, since the donations are significant, Jamie has accrued a human rights violation credit.
-Frightening thinking
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
If you'd notice, you could see the way he lost his mind,
shattered on the tile floor he donates to. The coats of bandages
that soaked right through. You can feel the lack thereof in effort;
and I'm not saying you should be the one to save him, or that it's
your fault, all I'm saying is that the signs were there,
and you didn't notice for the sake of "I'm doing better now."
Maybe we become denial, or numb to the stone cold facts in
front of us. We shouldn't side with anger because it's easier;
rather lend a hand to someone lower than us in the hopes
you'll raise the rock-bottom people and awareness that this
effects more than obviously-
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Javier Oscar
Has two first names
Two hands, two feet
One brain
(Though he wished he had two,
One for work and one for play)
Everyday, Javier Oscar walks to work
Crossing two streets
Striding up two stairs
Sitting in-between two equally shaped
Gray Squares
With two bowls in front of him
Round with two light blue swirls
One for pennies, one for food
Everyday, after work, Javier Oscar walks
To a park, to a bridge, to his favorite
Two trees
Where he squats in a shelter, a home of
Two cardboard boxes and two shredded raincoats
One a kitchen, one a bedroom
Every two days, Javier Oscar donates
Two dollars to charity
One a future hope, one a forgotten love.
For Javier Oscar is not poor
He has two hands, two feet, two names
One a man, one a soul.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Birth gives life with an awful
Closeness, since today I
Sent a 1st birthday card
To a part of me, that
I gave to my son.
It crossed in the
Post with his
Card which
Read…
"Ian donates high quality kidney to his son"
In
Giving
We receive
More than we
Can ever expect
When we do what
Comes naturally to a
Parent in this cycle of
Life and living and love.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
It is an unconventional truth
It starts and it roots
You start the engine right
You gear the stem in sight
You step on it faster
It runs more like a master
When it is time it over takes
Its a chance it loves to take
Just try to step on the right
It slows down with all its might
Drinks of the earth it drinks
Empities it with a blink
It greeds over it more
Can you handle it like before
It runs in the count of miles
Starts eating the green inside
It donates a lot of stuff
Believe me you do not want it bluff
It slowly taking over
Planning to become a ruler
Multiplying more than our race
Becoming the faith of the earths face
Lets take our control now
Save the world before its down
Lets see the beautiful skies blue
Before they bid adieu.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Mr Rain emptied his buckets.
Firmament a brightness of blue.
No clouds christen this glorious sky.
Sun light shining before our eyes.
A wonderful sight.
Growth of New Year as tree she unfurls.
Novelty of dotted growth stuck tight.
On shoots of winter’s broken limbs.
Rain overnight.
Morning donates her renewed delight!
Yesterday.
Sunshine smiled a little.
Chill dared to nip at beaks.
Tickled ears at first light.
Glory be!
In a hidden hurry the ice rushed away.
Unnoticed as the day dashed on.
And then the miserable rain came once more.
Soon to be snow so the seer says!
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
Let the
taste & smell
of the alcohol
possess you to
numb the pain
that he gave you.
-He donates pain though.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Food is energy
refreshing the body
fueling the mind
powering the aura
There are few times I
do in fact eat
and those times I realize
how vital it is
The energy it provides
The focus it gives
The inspiration it donates
Looking around i see
their faces.
Those morning faces,
staring straight ahead with
grim looks on their mugs.
No thought son their minds
either than the food
which consumes them.
I spot a friend.
Wet hair
uncomprehensioned look
dressed and prepared for the day
ahead the day of unknowing
Trying to prepare for nothing
for that which doesn't really exist
Yet...
Now I'm shaking,
A broken man
trying to sift the pieces back
together
Back together
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
Must I tell you about her locs,
That dance with the rhythm of her hips,
Watching their twist, and turn – a testament
To the tangled thoughts in every strand, a reflection
Of the tender care she donates upon her hair.
And would I love to keep a lock, and key
To her locs, being a LONG story in itself—
Free, vibrant, and unapologetically bold
The sunlight catches the rich hues of her hair;
Tales of her heritage, struggles, and her triumphs.
I swear, I promise; I must say...
Her locs are the echoes of the laughter
And tears that have shaped her journey.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
The farmer and his hands
His family and his crops
Tending to his lands
'Neath gentle water drops
Bereft of all worries
He works from night to day
Back and forth he hurries
Feet to mud and clay
When his jobs are done
He donates fruits of labors
To each and everyone
To town and to his neighbors
While gray and clouded skies
Beckon forth more rain
He's in his fields of rye
Harvesting the grain
He cares not for himself
Before his fellow mate
Putting food on shelf
And dinner on the plate
The callused sturdy hands
The strong and warming heart
He loves his own homeland
And farming is his art
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Let's collaborate and coordinate, cooperate and disseminate.
Let's not disassociate or dare to hesitate, rather let's keep going til we reach a state of counterweight that celebrates the gifts our Father freely donates for us to re-dedicate and elevate His name til we resonate with the angels at heavens gates.
Amen.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
*
*My BELOVEDz
A FREE spirit bird
Soars wings in flight
Heart as soft was steel
Wisdom bigger than intelligence
Seen through her lovely eyes
Flowers grow on her radiant face
No wonder the honey bees flutter
Her being is a garden burgeoning
Her smiles as fresh as rain
Her laughter flowing as early spring
Her eyes - the cosmic gaze
Her hair - the blue violet nests
Her breathe - like tulips and roses
She walks and comes like an autumn
That makes everyone fall for her
Fruits grow over her
Ripens redz in LOVERz shade
Pomegranate juice, chin apples
How round and sweet her *******
Riches, fame, desires shower on her
Her purity is wealthy royal treasury
Her skin is silk
Her pores essence is scent
Her body is gold-dust curves
Her ruby lips
Her pearly teeth
I always say to her
YOU are God/dess/ Nature's
'Over indulgence"
It is all about celestial LOVE
Her existence evokes paradise sweet
Her walks everyone sway in red wine
Her lips honey, her breathe musk
She is all divine, from head to toe
Don't be surprised - if intelligence
Missed the mark for wisdom...!
Even her touch steals spring's heart
Many have sighed and died though
Just by the gaze of her LOVE
Her face like sun & shine
Her eyes like moon & light
Does she know the sorcery of LOVE
Her lips pink, cheeks red roes
Her eyebrows - black and dark nights
Her glow of eye - burn many hearts afire
To me the curls of her hair
Look like dark clouds
Oh... her hand, fingers - reeds of ivory
Her nails shining golden filberts
Her neck - like an aware cautious deer
Flows of the conflagration of her bosoms
Her back as shining as surface of Mars
She donates inward strength to LOVERz
To play the mischievous subtle
Her being plunders hearts and soul
She profits through the trade of LOVE
There is no one like her in this world
The beauty of heavens on our earth
She is an Angel of LOVEliness*
*
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC