"loveones" poems
To all my co-seafarers out there
We're a kind of man that is rare
Sailing port to port is never easy
It makes our mind look messy
Grieve to achieve more and more
We sail to make our own lore
It's hard to have a safe sail you know,
Just to make my times flow and glow
For our family's on our homelands
Too far but cannot cut our bonds
Even if we are far from our loveones
A day with them will be our lance
As we sail through depths of sea
Only the future in your eyes, I see
Partly inloved without a body,
Of me waiting to be full heartedly
It's sad to say how people judge us
Disregarding it but it has a mass
We don't talk for us to believe
Is these words is what you give?
They say we're fool and full
Fool to trust our "I Love You"
And full of girls that we've made "I do"
But they know nothing but judgements
It feels good when you're way back home
Stealing kisses and hugs that comes
Years or months? Sad but there's also weeks
But its fine even a peke on your chicks
It's hard when we need to leave again
Let we connect with a paper and a pen
Our eyes won't lie to "I miss you"
All I wanted is to be with you
As of now we're heading east
To sail to other lands for a fiest
Not to make love to other girls
I'll finish my job and buy you rose
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
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In this world full of mystery
we live and love peacefully.
Love is like a battle for humans,
We have the power to fight for our loveones.
Being inlove is just a normal feeling
But sometimes it becomes challenging,
We need to prepare ourself always
Because love can hurt us in different ways.
Love can give us happiness
But most of us become fearless,
Sometimes love can be a fool
So that we need to be careful.
We couldn't get any information
Some of us undergoes on the process of moving on.
In my opinion, someone can be a reason or just giving us a lesson,
It doesn't really matter to me, I will love you until eternity
In any version of reality.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
Really scared of knowing
Wether there is a second life
Where do I go?
Will my conscience wander or
be imprisoned in my rotting and lifeless body
Will the pain fade like dust blowed in the table?
Or will be chained in my soul
In my slumber, will there be guest?
If they visit, what are their purpose?
Are they here to criticize my clothes?
or here to **** the design of my coffin?
Are they here to taste coffee at bread while playing cards?
Or just visit to celebrate with joy for I am gone
I'm afraid to know
In reality
Im not just afraid of this inevitable day.
But also on the regret on my left loveones
the regret that I will carry on failed expression
of how they are precious to me and I'll be going
For the most painful farewell are those leaving that are unsaid and unexplained
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Home is where there is a kitchen
To make a cup of tea for the loveones
Home is where there are fans n lights
To rest and rest like tired knights
Home is where there is a fridge
To eat a chocolate n drink cold fudge
Home is where there is a clock
To see the arrival time of our love
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC