"louds" poems
If i'm a sunflower
You are my sun
Your warmth & light enlightens me
& Bestows energy to my soul
When you rise up
I always turn to see your face
When you come to me in the morning
I really start growing,my darling
When you come to me in the noon
Floating,tossing & dancing in front of you
When your rays kiss me
I bow down my head and shy
When your brightness hugs me
I happily move and bloom
When your light shades
By God my face fades
When you hide behind the clouds
My crying voice louds
When you become sad
I also feel so bad
When in the evening you show red light
Me turn pale,old & lose my sight
When you go away to home
My loneliness starts killing me
When you say good bye
I finally wither,fall & die
By shaffu ....
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
As Dusk Slowly Grasped The Day In Cold Hands,
Blue Birds Snuggled Into Their Nests Of Soft Hay,
Clouds Rolled In--Tucking In The Frosted Lands,
Ducking Into Sleep Fragile Flowers Waited To Play,
Eager For The Day Robins Closed Their Tired Eyes,
Ferns Sway In A Befuddled Wind--It's Mind Whirling,
Gregarious Crickets Shake Away Their Frosty Ties,
Homesick Linnets Wings Spread--Elegantly Swirling,
Illuminating The Night Sat The Paled Lonely Moon,
Jubilant It Is Though, Upon It's View From The Sky,
Kissable Caterpillars Lounge In Their Cocoons,
Lost In Sleep They Dream Of The Clouds So High,
Mother's Of The Nocturnal World Lead Their Young,
Northward To Play In Wheat Filled Prairies,
Organic Love Loomed Where The Branches Hung,
Promenading Inside A Wind Smelling Like Berries,
Quietly The First Few Drops Of Rain Fell,
Ricocheting Off Of Budding Leaves,
Sweet Mother Earth Caught Everything In Her Spell,
Tonight A Sacred Lullaby Is Whispered By The Trees As,
Untamed Ligtning Struck The Frozen Ground,
Vibrating The Sky Thunder Crashed,
Water Swam Through The Air Creating No Sound,
Xenon and Nitrogen Screamed While They Clashed,
Yet No Gentle Creature Was Awakened--Grasping
ZZzz's Under The Year's First Shower
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't rush into things:\
waste before you taste
I refuse to believe the understands of this maze
or maybe I do in an unhealthy tunnel I pace
plastered on my thumb
can't hide can't delete
abandoning the louds from above even the beats
of my heart not the need
of the rhythm that I feed
of the sorrow that I plead
--------ravenfeels
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
It must be a sign of growing up
When you no longer have to respond
With formulated laugh-out-louds
Oh, the awkward feeling
The simulation of being real
They don't know how to take it
When you used to be a clown
And now your world surrounds
Neither you nor them
You're spinning on a different axis
And it's so peaceful
And they feel threatened
But it's ok
Somebody somewhere was on to something
When they wrote words of a pro
But echoed thoughts of digression
It's not ok to be weak
Within the frame of a square
But being down's never felt so
So, revelatory
And their worries surround
A schedule of hurries
A cell for a box
A box for a cell
You choose a space filled with nothing
And that's ok
Stayed so long in the blue
Your world turns red
But it's ok
Your slang is from no dictionary
And that's ok
Flummox your way
To a cantankerous position
It's ok
The world has always been a little bit off
And you're the world
And they're too on
On like an insect trapped in glass of honey
Stay sweet
No matter what
Stay sweet
They're a dime a dozen
And you're less endangered
Than you think
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
The sun rises light
But it does shines bright
It works with all its might
Until time for rest is right
We won’t forget the clouds
They mostly come with the louds
They can interrupt the sun
But time makes them run
I am the pretty sun
Who wants to have fun
I want to hold no gun
Although I am no nun
The clouds will form
But no matter the storm
I’ll wait patiently until it leaves
Then I’ll light the world for all including the leaves.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
My head is in the clouds
Between the quiets and the louds
It would be a fatal fall
Like that concerns you at all
I'll keep holding onto a star
As you burn out your last cigar
Suspended between the ground and sky
I can't help that I was born to fly
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
○
My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery
○
And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory
○
Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings
○
Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving
○
In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides
○
You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride
○
The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry
○
But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried
○
A Sorcery Captive
Historian E.Lexano
○Recalcitration With Excellence○
○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Today I am a cloud
Wispy and floating along
Hoping a wind will come and take me
Shape me, move me
I am everything and nothing at once.
Tomorrow I am she.
Today I am the frog that hops, the bird that sings
Today I am the forest, dark and moody
Full of one, full of all.
I am the meadow, green and full of life not my own
If one is here, all are here, and it is calm.
The pond with the fish swimming, glimmering.
Now a glimmer, now gone.
Tomorrow I am dead.
I am every root digging curled into the damp ground
Dark and confined, not breathing
The wetness seeps through me, eroding me in the silence.
I once was a word.
Then I was every word.
Soon I became every language.
The words flew about, here my arm, there my leg.
I was everywhere and nowhere at once.
The world listened, the audience applauded.
I am the audience, mute, enraptured. The words become notes, the sentences music. I am awed by all the black and white, stunned by the noise and the silence. Bewildered by the softs and louds, the expressiveness mixed with technique. The music enthralls me. I am in a trance.
Then suddenly I am gone.
I am dissolved into the air, being breathed in
by every living thing.
Today I am a child.
I cry for everything because that is all I know how to do.
I eat the world, trying to understand it.
I ask questions.
I love questions because questions help me
understand.
I look up to you, and down on you all the same.
Watching everything you do with a critical eye.
A sponge. Soaking in all the world.
Still able to find the joy of living, needing no purpose.
Today I am a child. Tomorrow I am me.
They are one and the same.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:04 PM UTC
Sleep does not come easy,
as I lay in place my mind begins to race calculating moments and second spent your presence
But still sleep does not come easy
I close my eyes and try to count the sheep, instead i replay ur words and wat they do to me...
It is easy for one to pretend something does not exist if evidence of it's existence is missed...right?
Or is this an inevitable lost a battle of the labors of uncautious thoughts holding on to my mind tight ??
None of this seems right!!!....right??
Stop! deep breath bac to countin sheep...smh but still sleep dose not come easy
Am I alone? As I stare in to the darkness of my room I say out louds as if I was to be answerd by the shadows that take shape, giving life to the silhouette that is u of in my subcountios mind ..are you real?.....
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
I go and visit her
But she is not there.
Someday she was
It was a Sunday.
The sun shone
The c;louds disappeared
Now she has gone
But the sun has reappeared.
Sundays are a day of rest
When run-of-the-mill jobs get done
Washing up pots alone and silent
Sundays were meant to be fun.
Someday it will be Sunday again
Who knows when that will be?
This ache inside of me is now a pain
Now she has gone.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
I often wonder what rules
In a world of penned liberty
Yet louds it confinement
You craved for freedom
From the toxicity of your environ
The universe responded
Now you wail to be imprisoned .
You're a prisoner to your fear
And I'm nothing like you
You've always been locked in
With the doors wide open
I'm a prisoner
Not to fear or guilt.
But to the world
Birth and death has the key.
I do not plan on escaping soon
I'm a forest bird
Tho confined to this space
Call me phoenix
Can never be locked in .
Diobimma
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC