"lilian" poems
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree,
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
Then in due season when I went to see
I found no apples there.
With dangling basket all along the grass
As I had come I went the selfsame track:
My neighbors mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.
Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.
Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
More sweet to me than song.
Ah, Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
I counted rosiest apples on the earth
Of far less worth than love.
So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and listening in this very lane:
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!
I let my neighbors pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still.
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Undress the Real Me
by: Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa
Undress me
So you shall see me
Dressed as the person
I am supposed to be.
I offer a smile to you
As I reach out for you
Make a memory with you
Images of my mind in you
Sweet thoughts of nothing
I see your face into smile twitching
And think that we are moving
Towards an unknown something
Undress me
You shall then see me
Dressed as the real person
So naked as can be
Your fantasy in sensuality show
So huge your pupils will grow
You will take it all with face aglow
I shall have nothing more in stow
Your body is in frenzy motion
To find a shattering reaction
What shall I do, to give you satisfaction?
Behind door, a shameful confession
You can certainly make me act
As creative as you think is apt
I am nothing of an art
So simple compared to that
And I think to myself
As I see you act yourself
Undress me
Then you shall see me
Dressed as the person
I have always wanted to be
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Lilian hit eighty-five,
Shot nine holes for forty-eight;
Drives her car not to be late.
Man alive, she's eighty-five.
That's not far off, Bro,
A few thousand weeks,
I ride my Shadow,
Shoot thirty-eight.
That's not far off, Sis,
A few thousand hits,
So I'm shooting for eighty-six,
Playing with my ***** and sticks.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
I want so much to remember.
All I can recall,
is her face,
which felt like paper.
So thin,
crisp, and white.
Like a sheet of snow,
over hills and peaks.
A raisin.
Drained of its juices,
but still sweet as ever.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
You sprout like a flower in my heart,
You erode my frowns with laughter.
My mind is struck by many darts,
each time I view your ****** art.
You always my desires water,
as loving petals from them sprout.
In my loving heart's deepest south,
I feel just you entrenched therein.
None else could my emotions win,
but you, the goddess of men's hearts.
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 4:05 PM UTC
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
No more writtens
poetry, philosophical thoughts
or abstract metaphors hiding faintly in the mist.
Eyes closed, embrace the unknown
Ignorance is bliss.
Stab used needles in my veins.
Lick my lips, vertically slit my wrist
drown myself in my blood
survive long enough to die of ***
Read in between the lines
and you'll catch that it's a metaphor about suffering.
Don't mind me, my mind doesn't mind me
my mind does it blindly
thinking.. is like licking Poison Ivy
and unfortunately I am NOT talking about Pamela Lilian Isley
Practically high all the time
Hitting an all time high
because I'm on a constant low
Literally waiting, being afraid
for that T.K.O .
Technically losing what I love most.
Y'all can take my honour
Y'all can take my pride
You can take my life
Y'all can break my mind
You all can bury me
or let me burn at the stake
I'll give you all of that
if it means avoiding this possible fate
Because if she takes my daughter away
I'll need 24 hour surveillance
Or I won't make it that day.
Cut to the chase.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC