"glimp" poems
hear the winter closed the door
many reasons wouldn't ask for more
in spring bloomig mind Is the Cure
but i would skip it for what i wore
since all what soldiers does is war
here the field awaits for the summer
While I write words, With A Hammer
To engrave The words in Every Hour
A look in my Eyes it would'nt alter
as the glimp of the hitch fire
and A sunrise drives My desire
in every season of the year
i still feel you there getting near
As falling leaf on my Shoulder
And the autumn's angular figure
here she comes as a falling star!
how long goes and how much far!
But A cloud pointing on me finger
rain!, rain!, upon your chin my sir!
sorry! a man could'nt hold a tear!
let's play the song Near the river
you rain!, I rain! who's The Winner
but take it easy, she's the swimmer
i hold my chest with so much fear
All the thoughts going about her
While She took a boat on a tinder
the water drove me like a *******
dump my heart, till it won't appear
And no matter what would occur
I Know that was nice fall in a snare
Author / Aladdin AURES H.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
I glimp fragments of you
while you sleep
This sad heart
it does weep
Perfect love
now in the past
A beautiful union
never meant to last
Eyes look at me
with an intensity
of things that use to be
Makes my heart yern
for the melodies
your fingers
once played upon my skin
Precious
tender
melodies
drawn from deep within
I see you hiding
just beyond my reach
Behind
Sad
Confused eyes
Your beautiful mouth
Know with out speech
So sad my aching heart
every day we're togeather
Closer comes the day
when we shall part
Soulmate, Lover, Confidant, Friend
By your side I shall be
till the very end
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
I once scrungled a tungus, dubbed Binglo Bungus,
Whose cungles were trungly, and cuds cumpily cunk.
But his drungles did fungle, so sadly he bungled,
And without hesitation, he glunked.
Four fingles he fangled, when, biggaly bangled,
Approached not a crowd, but an army of glimps.
And they clinkled his binkle, as he chinkily changled,
But The Bungus stopped not for the bimps.
He dringled those hob-glimps! Their ****** was drompled!
Their pebuses, feeble, buckled under the frung.
And he chungled their drungles, with fury he plungled.
To this day, not a glimp stands to cung.
But his fangling, untrungled, was far from the fringus,
And he fangled on forward another five flinks.
On the fifth flink, he bebussed, as his fangle was pepis,
So he humpled the drumpling ****
Sir Bungus fangled homeward, his blumpus was tungled.
His drungles rejonked, for the fungling was done.
They erected a frangus to plingus The Bungus,
And the drumpling **** that he'd won.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC