"everblooming" poems
If in one moment I could convey to you
An eternity of my love's affirmation,
if I could plant everblooming flowers
in the places you have lied, fields of wildflowers
formed in the shape of your prone body.
Though far and wide lovers may stray
across the vast horizon running,
trying to catch the day;
our hearts are carrier pigeons
always flying back home to roost with each other.
Why run, I say, saunter,
glide like an eagle,
though you fear you may stumble.
I will send my kiss waltzing to you,
So my lips might dance and twirl with yours.
Venus glowing in the night sky
is still there, though unseen during the day.
So too my love remains
in the depth of night it is a golden sun,
in the glare of day it is a silver moon.
From burning dreams, and nightmares,
flames frozen in the clock face of the mind,
Outside your head is the warmth I carry,
through your open eyes
I project this warmth, as my body in abscence.
When we lie together, let us not speak,
I will listen only to your breathing.
All words will dry up, and we will communicate
only with our bodies. Our minds will bend
towards the singular goal, of pleasing each other.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
This language, everblooming
It has so easily poisoned us
But you dust off those empty phrases
Washing stains out of rageful exchanges
This white flag is half in your hand
And half in mine
A haphazard grocery list
Stopped at tomatoes
Continued as a list of those “we would never go there" words
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Written like punctuation in the spills
Now I'm picking up dinner plates off the walls
So many weapons were thrown and old secrets hashed
A mess left with us drowning in the aftermath
I think the salad is now dressed in curses and ill wishes
But despite all that
I think it's your silence that will **** me
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 10:39 PM UTC
A Tree
Sat steadily at the centre of an endless field.
Never still.
Its branches grow, then fall.
From nothing, to green, then only decay,
Even the leaves come and go.
Yet, always there sits a shadow, constant behind the everblooming oak.
A boy fiddles with an apple as he sits within the shade.
He does not wander, only sits and plays,
Gnawing away at the fruits born.
Dec 10, 2022
Dec 10, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
*Why Poetry?*
Is a question many ask
Poetry is my Entry
To a vibrant world I can bask
*Why Poetry?*
I can release my emotion
I am able to grow an everblooming tree
Without all others commotion
*Why Poetry?*
Poetry is where my heart
And soul are set free
An incandescent art
Poetry is a place for release
Poetry is a place for love
Poetry is a place for soul
Poetry is a place for emotion
Poetry is my Home
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Full Sun
Into delicate aerated soil
an age-old seed was planted,
an eye destined for greatness.
With the slightest spillage of
amendment an adventitious
spore awoke.
A tuber started to grow;
a thriller spreading into the
beautiful composition of
a bicolourous family.
Pollination is a pest known
to most every gardener,
but propagation shall subside.
Mulch to conserve is a heavy
yolk to bear, but,
with determination,
pistil too shall become weary.
O, Biennial,
how I beg thee for more time.
Clench thy inflorescent fist,
a catkin do not become.
Thou hast spread thou roots
into my being as an epiphyte.
Lo! Single flower, wear thy crown
and top-dress with pride
- thou art everblooming!
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
My mind is filled with you.
My heart beats, every word you speak.
My soul has been awakened.
You're the sparkle in my eye.
The masterpiece of my gallery.
The everblooming rose of my garden.
Life is a rollercoaster ride
I want to share it with you.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Though I could never fathom why the creator made women like roses until I felt my thorns and petals colliding with the sun
As the wretched night falls out of my embrace
Tear drops nourishing my roots evolving to reach unto the sky
I see colour of the rainbows in my petals
Dancing in the stripes of the breeze forevermore
And like a bird's morning melody you let met know that my worth is more than diamonds
Cause a diamond is temporary but a rose is everblooming.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC