"forfit" poems
Your sweet breaths and perfumes provoke so,
have I found love in this drift of circumstance?
DO you love me? If so, pray, swear it on the tireless sea,
whose thrashing cold, intemperate waters will last forever.
I swear it freely, on the sea, on breath, and on life itself
- may both be forfit should my vow prove shallow perjury.
As pronounced vows become curses, if they be lies,
truth only ripens, its harvest yielding the sweetest fruit.
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 11:44 AM UTC
your syllables once sprouted butterflies in my womb
and now those same letters off a strangers tongue have
manifested the monsters growing in my pit
layers retreating back to the moment I layed eyes on you
layers that have fallen away
and are rotting on my doorstep
your smile
but I must say
that little smirk
that still makes me forfit the flesh in my body
if only that and not all the rest
shackled in old rusty chains
I beg to dismiss myself
yet I cling to stay
dip your hands into me
please
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:28 PM UTC
starry starry night
dazed clouds with tomorrows intent
if you cannot find eyes that feel like your favorite work of art
and hands that hold the halt of every beating drum
keep looking
breath that feels like the likelihood of lovers never meeting again
legs that carry the weight of your worlds entire contentment
arms that welcome the most dreadful of sins
if you have not found
the shoulder on which you can forfit your deepest civil wars
keep searching
you will
i have
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
I run to my blank pages
the way a child with a bruised knee
runs to his mother with tears in his eyes
and when he falls into her arms he is at peace
that is how I feel when I capture that brittle emotion
when I forfit it like a slave to my poetry
because I do not have a mother anymore
because all I have is my words
and that is all I really wanted to say
because my hurt at this point has no words
I just wanted to feel that there was something there for me
something waiting for my pain besides myself
and I just wiped the mascara from beneath my eyes
I just thought about you again
please I beg myself to forget you
I beg myself to forget all those simple and beautiful things about you
while you drench yourself in love
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
your syllables once sprouted butterflies in my womb
and now those same letters off a strangers tongue have
manifested the monsters growing in my pit
layers retreating back to the moment i layed eyes on you
layers that have fallen away
and are rotting on my doorstep
your smile
but I must say
that little smirk
that still makes me forfit the flesh in my body
if only that and not all the rest
shackled in old rusty chains
I beg to dismiss myself
yet I cling to stay
dip your hands into me
please
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:34 PM UTC
This poem is for my friend.......
When I see your eyes you can't hide it there's no surprise, theres an emptiness like when you realize you missed your last sunrise
the way you look at life with many y's, and the way you bleed your crys like sky's of rain,
I know where it comes from, it comes from the fears of the tears thru the years of a broken heart with pain.
from the birth of a flower to the moment it dies all the highs and lows,
You say no one knows but I do know how life goes
one look at my life and it shows,
I wrote this because it's more then words it's from the heart, something 15 years over due from the start,
And the truth is there's no verse that can express how I feel for you in this rhyme!
And what's worse is the older we get the less time!!
So Before I say thank you to you I'm gonna say sorry, sorry for not being there when you needed it!
And for the man who thought it would be better to give up and forfit,
Maybe run away cause he dont deserve it, losed many friends I'd like to say jus being your friend was worth it, To me whatever you are is perfect
It's hard to see you hurting because I'm your friend and I feel it!
Even when we first met we know it was real ****
And sometimes it takes a friend to remind a friend,
that to some friends and a little girl he's still a king and he's not alone! I'll always be beside you till you get that throne
Im not the best at writing poetry but this is for David Johnson my friend and in the end you'll win
There's allways angels willing to help because it's allways a life of sin
They come in many forms and sizes from a past mother or father
To a beuatifull little daughter that loves and adores you like no other,
from a long life friend who's more proud to call you a brother
And even tho I have no place to say on behave of everybody sitting in the clouds above
You will allways have my respect and Considerd my brother much love
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC