"holdest" poems
I am Death.
You fear me for
I promote thee, be differently
I show what is beneath
Thy soul, unto another I bequeath
And for those who linger here
I come to diminish what thou holdest dear
See not what was that is no more
For each thing I take I leave a spore
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
by the way,
I have always loved you,
unwonderlingly which
I do not think
another hand
would be so nice
in mine
a hand last held
—no void to fill:
(the hand that grasps
is empty still).
so wait this hand
to holdest yours
when shut my eyes
as closest doors
no part, no rent
will bear the breaking
of flesh’s joy
a join making
so lay in still
at slumbers ask
a morn will come
where loves a bask
Aug 15, 2023
Aug 15, 2023 at 1:31 AM UTC
Is much different from every other it’s much colder. The atmosphere generally stirs up emotionality in every one
It makes you ,yes you want to be with the opposite ***
Generally taken as a day to exchange gifts
But Nigerians have made it seem like a day when love is made
Which is kind of negative looking at it generally.
But Nigeria is not generally like that with every thing done here.
So I say what can be done to change this.
But I am not against love, love and more love
I generally do enjoy the feeling but excess of all is bad.
It leads to broken relationships homes and finally heart break
Which you would notice (heartbreak) on the 15 of February every year.
So what more can I say I an a boss and a boss I will be
But if we were to go by and by then our daughters
Will continue to be heart broken every 15 of February.
This trend must be stopped by choosing to love
And love truly with all thy heart, body and soul
This I believe will change everything
But I am not saying that if thou holdest you back
From progressing you shalt stay that is why you are the boss
You can either choose to continue or leave
But it must come from the heart
And must be a conscious step towards self realization
This is just the way it has been should not be your words
But understand that changes are there for a reason
So go share thy love.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
I was in a place in UK where they actually
spoke this way .. A long time ago ..And I
wrote this ..
Twas to be that thine alone twood stand
Twile moon and star and wind twood be~
Twen shiver twood endure thus so
Failing the likes of time and thee~
Shawled in stance beyond the brush
Two shadows the night produced~
And thy meeting became a meeting thus so
As oneness from twosome reduced~
Walketh thine twards yonder hut
Twere fire burnt there brightly~
Twas there alone twithin this home
Twood love exist so tightly~
Twen moon it slept and clouds they wept
Twith water from heaven it fell~
Holdest thine in arms entwined
And dwell in the home of hunters dell~
From a being of wealth ye came from thus
To a being of both fur and gun~
Twere true love could be forever free
Thus no more eyes of jest in fun~
Twas there that thine chose to be mine
Twen moon and star it shone on high~
Love twas then born as night owl yawned
To vow love till time to die ~
Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC