"konw" poems
I forgot to be happy
On something I should
I was eager,
I forgot to smile! in order to chase something bigger....
Today when I can't decide whether
I lost or I won
Hard to gather my self....
To keep fighting!
For every step,
For your next move, when no one is around you!
I ignored to be happy!
Suddenly you are awake, by reality of your situation.
When you konw, its really different to hold.
Hard to breathe, heavy heart, blurry vision
Then that things which you ignored initially,
Is the only reason for happiness
Today you are left with!
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 4:16 PM UTC
And now, ....
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCX)
As if twere not enough that for intents
This valentines Dad gave me Starbucks' scale
Of romance: cherry mocha to avail
Where I'd not dreamed of aught, how blue skies fence
These minutes I warm soup with pink for sense
Light golden with an eye late April's hale
Last hours know as I set the table, frail
Sweet gloaming when we should dine, like what hence?
I don't konw. Caught in memries as it were,
Three years ere was it? Febry's cold as due,
And Valentines Day only halfway through,
Yet I feel in my bones that May'd bestir,
Ere violets have a chance to shift in tour
Mats of dead leaves, for what is't that'd um, woo?
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
I don't know why
I don't write
I guess I'm livin' life
It's an endless fight
Spend time with the kids
Working at home
Don't know what I did
When I wrote daily
Ignored everyone
I wrote gaily
Didn't ride my cool bikes
Told the boys no
Didn't go on long hikes
Became absorbed in fiction
Lost my mind
Romanced in diction
The poems flowed
Like cascading falls
Life it slowed
My words built walls
But this sets me free
Vivid and vital
I need both I see
Somtimes life shall idle
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
I don't know there ......
but here,
the morning is of icicles,
of cold breath,
of a distant sun.
I don't konw there ......
here,
Prima silence,
the white roundness,
and the blue clean.
Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs dense .....
the ice melts.
And there?
There was not there ...
but here,
I look to the East,
my eternal horizon,
the white vastness.
Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
the crispy floor,
run,
snort and dare.
There?
I don't konw there ......
but here,
the day unfolds radiant
and full of promises.
Today .......... any promises radiant there?
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Look at me. Cherish this moment, ma'am. We'll never be this young again. Flawless and fragile. Silk for skin and glass for eyes.
I can see through you. But only to what you wish me to perceive is the truth. We'll make connections, I'm good at talking, always.
Flattery? No. But I think about you and a better me would jump through hoops to know you.
Such a relief from my own mind. I create this cell. But it's where I... "sharpen my tools". Get to know me. Ask. I'm more open than you think. What do I have to protect? What am I scared for you to know?
That I'm false? That I don't konw what I am? That I'm confused? I rise and fall in confusion. Uncertainty. Get to know me. I am too, truly. I'm not who I was yesterday, nevermind last week, last month, last year?
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
IT INST RGIHT YOU KONW? THE EEFCFT YOU HVAE ON MY HREAT. THE DPETH YOU SNIK ITNO MY LNGUS. THE BBULBES YOU BIOL IN MY BIRAN. THE NASUEA YOU CUSAE IN MY SCMOATH. THE AHCE YOU BNIRG TO MY KENES. IM DINYG. IM DYNIG AND YOU DNOT EEVN KONW. YOU DNOT EEVN SEE. YOU GOT ME ALL FEKCUD UP.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
*Oh my Love!
I know we are damaged and broken
with the razor slashes of life
scaring our hearts.
I am not the first lover
you kissed with molten passion.
You are not the first woman
to whom I uttered a heart full
of always and forever’s.
Love came to us from the shadows
unnoticed and unexpected.
when neither of us
was looking it took us both.
We thought love had called before
and left us to find others,
that our time of love was past.
But this miracle of revelation
this joy of the soul
is how we will heal.
The open wounds
of loss will be soothed
by our passions.
we will press new joys between us
like orchids in a book.
The scars of loss will fade in our eyes
and we shall never see them again.
I know you are still afraid to show
me your deepest scars..
But know this my love.
when you lie with me
broken and damaged
from a thousand cuts of past sorrow.
I see only the most beautiful thing
my eyes have ever cast upon.
Konw this.
I will love you
when you are
a becalmed ocean.
Or when you are
the cresting waves
of a tempest fury.*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC