"liaise" poems
Kneeling down on this filthy floor,
Filthy with guts and audacity,
In the hands of every form but me,
While im here still dreadfully desperate for an ally,
But social interaction, though I covet for it a lot,
Its still unendurable to liaise,
With all psyche and be extant,
Except the unseen ethos,
That i seek answers from at night.
©inkedsolace
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
“As you know, my past love, Sabre, I’ve never written a poem ever in my entire life of living but I have now...for you. Seemingly, it is the only way anyone can liaise with you. ‘Hear me’...
Desire me fair lord, my king and heart
With the maid of good sense to love another not true
To shew me evils and goods in all one speck of light, in all by god’s greatest might
Without me; think not, it canst not ever be for love this trow’d that only seed
I saith to this man of my godly torch, to alight life if I ever to die
For you there wilt be only me,
But thou art not loveless nor solus
Let the cosmos be thy friend and god thy brother
Soon life anew.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
How could mine become ours?
Rivers of red become stains,
Eyesore,
Seeing everyone in pain,
That's how mine become ours.
What could be more vulnerable than grappling in torture?
Staring and doing nothing makes it crystal clear.
Love awakens as a prerequisite,
But how to, when none liaise?
When beloved traditions shattered,
A man, stood up tall,
Urging more and more to combat,
This is how mine, become ours.
Ever ready to bring back the dearest sanctuary,
Going the extra mile,
Just to look at those smiles,
And that's how mine, became ours.
Who's that man?
The man who metamorphosed mine, to ours.
Forever,
It's the voice inside you!
Your soul...
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC