"mope" poems
~~♥~~
I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...
If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding
A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...
It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!
It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!
It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!
It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs
to walk away.
But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.
Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.
Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.
It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.
So now I think on it again...
... *I think BOOKS should be
more like MEN!!!*
SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
When I was just a little girl,
And as little girls were taught then,
I played with dolls and a teaset,
Made mudcakes for food,
Wore skirts, made my hair into ponytails as I was let.
I saw the boys with the abandon which comes with free wear and play,
And I thought to myself, why am I a girl.
When I was older, a teen
and as teen girls were taught then,
Walk, talk, rock softly
Don’t draw too much attention
Or attempt to explore too much.
I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom to play, sit, be as they want ,
And I thought to myself, why am I a girl.
When I was sixteen, oh sweet sixteen,
And as sixteen year old girls were taught then,
Don’t wear clothes that show your frame,
That’s indecent and you will be in another home and will incur alot of blame.
Don’t wander, argue, or express an opinion,
You’re a girl, being humble, quiet and gentle becomes you.
I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with freedom of movement and speech,
And I thought to myself, why am I a girl.
When I was older, and passionately sought a particular career,
I was admonished as many other girls in my time,
It’s not a career for women, late nights, more men to be around,
When you get married, that’s not going to work and troubles will abound.
I saw the boys then with the abandon which comes with the freedom of pursuing their dreams,
And I thought to myself, why am I a girl.
When I was married, and setting a home, working and raising a family,
I left my work as many other girls in my time,
For my husband to follow his work path,
Unquestioningly, unflinchingly, resolutely.
I saw the men then with the abandon which comes with freedom of being in control of their lives,
And I thought to myself, why am I a girl.
But this is just the surface of my questioning being a girl,
When boys and men around tried their stunts on girls and women,
I questioned my existence.
When many girls and women I know,
Were told to stay mum on men close who took advantage of them
I questioned my existence.
When In the workspace,
Women got paid less than men because their salary were subtly looked at as secondary salaries,
Or needed to speak louder to be heard,
I questioned my existence.
When the onus of keeping a relationship working was the woman’s responsibility largely,
I questioned my existence.
When a woman got hit by her spouse,
Its she who may have provoked him.
When a man strayed,
Its she who was not a good enough wife that he had to look elsewhere.
I questioned my existence.
The atrocities many men are capable of,
The filth many men spread,
**** hate, aggression, manipulation and more
Abuse, gaslighting inside closed doors,
Wearing a mask of sophistication outside
Animalistic and entitled beings to the core.
My apologies to men who are not,
And I know some,
But they are but a handful,
Too insignificant in the larger way the world works.
But then I see me,
A harbinger of change,
In my home and around.
Raising my son differently,
Advocating for change purposively,
Actioning resolutely what’s right,
Woman for women with all my might.
I see so many more women now who retain their selves and are beacons of hope,
They don’t sit around and just mope.
And I am glad I am a girl,
And I question no more,
I question no more.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
At ***** Dick's and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.
There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.
The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.
28.9k
Our hearts and souls were so blessed to fast Ramadan sincerely
To be enlightened by its super mercy and extreme prosperity
purity abiding around my heart, kindling my every part
a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts
to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part
A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears
to zest our souls and vanish our fears
to sparkle with faith with our keenest beliefs
and twinkle light in our bright smiles
oh dear eid, you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy,
Capturing joy and happiness in every single countenance ,
of a child's enthusiastic joy kindling a thriving inner radiance
joining hearts and souls with the deepest crystals of love
revealing such a fancy artistic touch of a peaceful dove
feeling the gratitude for Allah's super merciful blessings
praying to pluck the roses of peace each single moment
pounding hearts of affliction and yearning
missing your everlasting passion getting sick of poisoning
yearning for their peaceful deliverance
to catch glimpses of happiness
that once has been hunted by a sudden death of a loving part of soul
until Allah will send a cheerful hope,
just be patience to get over all the mope
smile and share the joy of eid and love ,
work even harder to cherish the heaven above ....
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Falling in love with someone who is bipolar will never be easy.
There will be minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months where I'm unexplainably mean, or recklessly happy.
For a period of time, I may be all over you and want to smother you in my aforementioned reckless happiness, that I will forget to ask how you're doing and if you ate anything today. I will forget that unlike me, you need to sleep for 9 hours a day and that you're not fully ready to take on the world.
At some point, I will take a turn for the worst and will mope in unbelievable sorrow due to the death of my false happiness.
I will cry about everything and will stop calling, and forget to remind you that I love you so much and just need some time away.
My deep sadness will soon turn into unrelenting anger and I will tell you abusive things that I don't really mean.
I will be confused as to why I say them, and apologize a million times and try to explain that I can't control my anger, and that I need to leave and be away from people for a while, although I know nothing will really help.
You will insist that it's okay and tell me you love me.
For days, weeks, or months, I will do this, and you will soon think I am lying and think that I am just genuinely terrible.
My constant apologies will become nothing and you will soon distance yourself and start falling out of love, but still have a glimmer of hope.
After this episode, I will have a period where I feel nothing and am almost robot-like. You will feel unwanted and unloved and look at me with such sad eyes and get nothing but a shrug and a half-assed "sorry."
When you finally walk away, I will have more bad days than good days because I will regret not saying I love you more.
I will hate myself for being bipolar. I will fall back into my bad habits and soon you will be a distant memory.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
He forgot his soap
What a dope
No one here can cope
He's worse than campfire smoke
He could of brought it on a rope
So he wouldn't have to *****
Instead he'll mope
For friends he's got no hope
They run when they scope
The boy without his soap
Rolling down the slope
Singing baroque
Like the pope
He tried a bath in coke
Oh what a joke
Because the sugars provoke
Mosquitoes to bite and poke.
Still he stinks like BO and oak
Smells like a singer of folk
Whose hair is matted into rope
Cause he won't use soap
What a dope!
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
it's not fair
that my brown eyed boy
is being treated like a toy
he's barely begun
and the sun
won't rise
if he doesn't shine
although he'll never
be mine
I wish he'd never lose
hope
I'll mope until
he smiles once more
and I'll never shut the door
for my brown eyed boy
-j.m
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I watch the prom Dance,
In an awkward stance,
my friends walk in with dates,
and the excitement Abates.
Alone in a corner,
I mope like a mourner,
With no partner to dance with,
No gentleman to prance with.
Amidst the mirth and cheers,
My eyes fill up with tears.
I rush out into the open air,
And by Jove! I see Voltaire!
With his satirical charms,
He draws me in his arms.
As I sway to the beats,
I'm waltzing with Keats.
Causing my funny bone to arouse,
Enters P.G. Wodehouse!
Using nonchalant wittiness,
He acknowledges my prettiness.
And then walks in Shakespeare,
Who wipes away my tear,
And my senses curdle like curds,
As he showers me with words.
While I repress the excited child,
I'm swaying with Oscar Wilde.
I'm rendered helplessly mute,
With his phrases so astute.
With a proposal so verse-y,
I'm serenaded by Shelly B. Percy.
And before this fantasy can spoil,
I fox trot with Conan Doyle.
And thus literally seduced,
into putty I'm reduced.
I am platonic-ally smitten,
By the genius of what they've written.
The dating circus can’t make me cry,
because a host of paramours have I.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Thirty days have passed by,
purity abiding around my heart
Our souls were so blessed
to fast Ramadan deeply sincere
To be enlightened by its vast mercy
and the extreme prosperity
a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts
to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part
A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears
to rest our souls and vanish our fears
to sparkle with faith with our ambitious beliefs
and twinkle light in our bright smiles
I can't explain the sadness,
that all of it is already gone
Yet I am unable to express,
all the happiness that came along
Oh dear Eid,
you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy,
All the little children jumping out of ecstasy,
or something more
We gather all of us in a room,
cheering everything we have got
the child's enthusiasm kindling a thriving inner radiance
joining hearts with the profound crystals of love
feeling the gratitude for Allah's merciful blessings
pounding hearts of affliction and yearning
attempting to catch glimpses of happiness
that once has been hunted by a sudden death
of a loving dear soul
I have two sides today,
in my spirit is something wrong
but it's real, and I can't hide it
and let the feeling in my heart just lay
A beaming smile, so doleful eyes
As I said I have got two sides
And still can not decide.
This great festival meant a lot,
now it is just a reminder,
to all the years that have flown
celebrating a day without her.
It is just a replay,
to the digging nostalgia in my core,
until Allah will send a cheerful hope,
just be patience to get over all the mope
work even harder to cherish the heaven above.
Yet you see,
this movie will come again, the next year
and the melancholia, tingled with nostalgia
might keep you deaf and blind
along your long road.
Remember that Allah's door of repenting is always wide open
Waiting for your heart to get back and mind be awaken...
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
I think about you daily on many levels. I smile sometimes when I remember your smile or the crazy sound, you would make when laughing. I remember hanging- out in the summer time, spending the night over your house or mine. Telling jokes, playing games, and laughing so hard we'd cry; even- though it wasn't always funny.. It was funny to you and I. I think about you daily... Sometime I wonder why, a light so bright and beautiful-had to go and die. You where the most giving person that- I ever knew. Always helping others even those who would hurt you. Your-Smile, was like the sun on a cloudy day, so warm and loving.. Just like you in every way. I watched you go from 226 pounds of muscles hard as stones, to 95 pounds of ashy, skin and bones. I saw the pain you tried to hide, behind your brilliant smile... Cloaked, in laughter ever groan with the faith of a new born child. Even, when your light was dwindling, to others you would still give hope.. We are young you would say" No-Need to frown or mope. You never changed, never let it get you down; continued to live, give, and spread love all around.. You! Wonderful-You! I think about you daily and every thought, seems to make me smile; You were my best friend... Crazy, Loving, Brilliant, and Wild. I celebrate you my friend... Your light will always shine, in the lives of so many others and in this heart of mine. Yes! Your light will always shine. I Think About You .
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Doctor, Doctor
I've trouble with my eyes
Then take these blue pills,
That's what I advise
Oh Doctor, Doctor
My bones are all sore
White pills I prescribe
They'll hurt you no more
But Doctor, Doctor
My heartbeat is waning
Take red pills for that
You'll soon be regaining
Please Doctor, please
My mind fades away
For that I have gray pills
You'll be sharper today
Its quite shocking Doctor,
My ***** is murky
Take these yellow pills
They'll clear it by Thursday
I mope around Doctor,
My mood's really flat
These rose colored pills
Will take care of that
You must help me Doctor,
In bed I'm a flop
Then try these long capsules
They'll liven things up
Tell me please Doctor,
What's inside these pills?
Why medicine, of course,
To cure all your ills
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
I am a good man Charlie
You may not have noticed because of how humble I am
I mean surely you've heard me say contrary things when complimented
But that's only because I want people to love me for me first
I'm sick of all these nice guy chasers out there
Who only love me for my decency
I'm looking for something real here you know
I just want it to be like the movies
I mope around til the perfect girl loves me
Then after we're together for a year
Bam!
I surprise her with a lifetime of love from a kindhearted compassionate soul
Is it really too much to ask that she love the worst of me before she ever sees the best of me
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
you are leaving this town,
its great, like a shiny crown.
But all I want to do is frown.
You are my best friend, my first love
and now I must loose you.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know how to cope.
But for now all I must do is mope.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
My home is where my heart is,
It follows me where I go.
My heart’s still beating in my chest,
So my body,
It must follow.
I gave my home legs
To walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
To join me where I please.
I gave my home freedom,
For it gives me hope.
It is there
When I’m proud,
when I’m humbled,
When I mope.
My home is always with me
Since I stopped giving my heart away.
It sure is growing cold,
But I’m starting to like it that way.
(12/8/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Let me guess,
the world’s not fair and it’s against you,
Go on then, give up like you always do,
mope around feeling sorry for yourself,
What’s the matter? Can’t handle the truth?
Would you like me to sugar coat it for you?
Tell you that everything’s going to be fine
and come up with some easy excuse.
Well I’m not going to do that,
cos life’s not easy and you’re not a fool.
You keep acting like the victim all the time
Constantly saying how things aren’t going your way when,
the choice has always been right there in front of you,
You’ve got the tools,
A working brain, a functioning body
So get a grip and stop acting like you haven’t got a clue
Yes, “Life’s not fair”, and things aren’t always going to go your way,
tell me something new.
I hate to break it to ya, but the world isn’t gonna be laid out nicely in front of you.
Every time things don’t go right, are you just going to sit around and wonder why?
stay up late and cry yourself to sleep every night?
Is that really how you want to live your life?
Just become bitter and miserable,
don’t you ever get tired?
Tired of feeling so **** sorry for yourself
when are you going to get it?
the world doesn’t owe you anything, it never has,
so you need to get over this whole negative phase and leave all of that stuff in the past.
The biggest mistake is believing that you don’t have control over your life,
That it’s not a choice, when that couldn’t be further from the truth,
If you want something, you need to chase it,
The only person who can determine your success in life, is you.
You don’t like your job? quit,
Don’t see an opportunity? create one,
Things aren’t going to be handed to you on a plate
you need to work hard for your craft, you need to keep going until you get it done.
What you’re gonna learn is, life is complex,
You’re gonna fail and get rejected time and time again,
If it was easy, everyone would’ve won.
Is it going to be hard? Are you going to struggle?
Absolutely.
But don’t let that stop you from fighting for what could be a fantastic opportunity,
You’re fighting for the chance to be who you really want,
and that freedom right there, is worth any amount of money.
So stop saying you’re going to do something and actually do it.
at the end of the day, something worth having never comes easy.
You can’t keep playing the victim card your whole life.
Cos next thing you know it’ll all pass by in a blink of an eye,
You’re sitting there in your death bed -
wondering why you’ve stopped yourself from doing so many things in life.
There will be times where you’re gonna be stuck in jobs you hate
be around people you don’t like
that’s life.
and I’d be doing you an injustice to tell you otherwise,
it’s not always gonna be sunshine and butterflies,
it’s gonna be hard work, determination and in most cases, sacrifice.
but what you need to do is decide whether you’re gonna fight for what’s right.
Trust me I get it,
The world can at times seem intimidating and scary,
but it can also be incredibly wonderful - if you just let it be.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
As I sat in the library waiting for my lecture to start,
A beautiful girl came along and stood near to my heart
As she sent me peace with a smile full of delight,
Revealed such a beauty of hidden appealing light
Her eyes somehow met mine in a sudden peep
Took me somewhere over the rainbow leap
her eyes were iridescent with every shades of hope,
kindling sparks of spiritual faith and defeated mope
As I was wondering among her beautiful face ,
I heard her voice ,tingling my heart to race
She asked how to improve her langage to fulfill a dream,
To call for Islam and invite people to know this perfect Deen
She loves Allah more than you could ardently imagine ,
Her eyes glowing with the radiant of this noble message
I was fascinated by her alluring faith and love ,
by her appealing beauty and optimism shining above
Her heart was a precious peace of sincerity and faith
Studded with the most redolent shimmering gems
A full blossming hour spent without a doubt ,
Bringing faint hint of smiling sunshine ,
Pure love of Allah mingled our spirits ,
refreshingly flourished my heart and lissomed my soul
Islam is our biggest bounty so let's be grateful,
Let's relax our hearts and spread this bliss all over ...
The tips I gave she kept with an excited determination ,
To realise her dream and be among the callers
For this native religion and truthful decision,
With a glorious gratitude we ended our meeting ,
Promised our souls to get to strengthen our faith,
To noble our path and find our truthful basement
Speechless expressions are all we were able to keep,
In front of Allah's super mercy and grateful deeds
she was a pretty faithful soul that entered my heart,
Took me higher , and sowed love in every single part ...
Thank you Allah for all your bounties and fascination
Blissful we are to belong to your super fetching creation ...
♡Merry
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
All the best again, dear Sis
You, I am gonna miss
All the time you were here
Never did I miss a gear
While driving the car of my life
Even were it never free of strife
Whether it be the tea you made
Or the pastas and noodles you cooked
Never will the memories fade
No matter how hard Satan tried
To put a spanner in our works
Very endearing, are your quirks
Your presence, did I almost take for granted
Because, no matter what
There was nothing you missed
Including meeting our neighbours and their cats!
You turned Despair Into Hope
Even if the devil in me
Tried its best to make me mope
You turned Hatred into Love
And never was there a problem
Which you could not solve
And finally, you turned Stress into Peace
With a remarkable ease
Always, was there a smile
On your beautiful face
Because you went the extra mile
To help us achieve inner peace
You, I am gonna miss badly
But all that matters
Is that you should be happy
And unless were I mad as a hatter
Always, will I love you
And always, shall our bond be thicker than glue
So, wish you all the very best
Sure am I, that you will face a stern test
However, equally am I sure
That, everything shall you endure
As ever, with a smile on your beautiful face
Irrespective of the place
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 8:30 AM UTC
Together, lets run
In this wicked world, we will seek fun;
Hold my hand and never let go
Together, we will be undefeated against any foe;
Celebrate what we have
Let us grow in love;
Some days may be tough
But together, we are strong enough;
We will not just sit and mope
Together, we will be able to cope;
Do everything with all our might
Let our love be our guiding light.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
See that little match-stick,
see that candle there?
See that hard-worn photograph
taken for a year?
Take them punches, boxer-girl!
Much to your chagrin,
it comes back in equal part -
hard and deep within.
Consider bonds between us heat.
And fuel, the time we spent
sleeping close in tousled sheets -
a sky towards us, bent:
gray and cloudless, quick and fleet.
Candle-flame is meant.
to take those memories, and to eat
the message that you sent.
Photo attachment 1: You, him - bottle of Cointreau. Bite marks on your thigh like only I should have left! Grass (both types), a camera. Wrestling. ****** ***
Photo attachment 2: You, him: carousels, cloven-footed balloon-man (whistling high and wee). Hot dogs. Ocean. Wrestling. ****** ***
Photo attachment 3: There was something about a penguin… and there was cake involved. Polarbears - must have been a zoo. Causing me to mope at the keyboard: wrestling, ****** ***
Photo attachment 4: It’s really just *** now.
Photo attachment 5: Please stop.
Shouldn’t be so callous:
that password is personal.
I shouldn’t really have it,
Well, this is what I get for exploring the caverns of iniquity
(that’s slang for your hard-drive),
***** little …
I can’t … cuss you out.
All photographs marked 10/18/07 for devastation.
Now, this thing has ended:
sad, though brief and gleeful.
We were consumed by happiness, never sorrowful
and nothing meaningful;
everything beautiful, nothing painful.
Princess, that work was masterful -
breaking that, making great things hurtful.
But worse still?
I can’t hate you.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
Doctor, Doctor
I've trouble with my eyes
Then take these blue pills,
That's what I advise
Oh Doctor, Doctor
My bones are all sore
White pills I prescribe
They'll hurt you no more
But Doctor, Doctor
My heartbeat is waning
Take red pills for that
You'll soon be regaining
Please Doctor, please
My mind fades away
For that, I have gray pills
You'll be sharper today
Its quite shocking Doctor,
My ***** is murky
Take these yellow pills
They'll clear it by Thursday
I mope around Doctor,
My mood's really flat
These rose-colored pills
Will take care of that
You must help me, Doctor,
In bed, I'm a flop
Then try these long capsules
They'll liven things up
Tell me please Doctor,
What's inside these pills?
Why medicine, of course,
To cure all your ills
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Pour us more Palm-wine!
Said the groom as he stood
Mama sodiq, you sell the best Palm-wine in this village
Palm-wine! Palm-wine!!
Poured into the cup of my consciousness,
As I move through today, I call on you to give me
Thy guide as I dive into the storm of weaving waters
Ever since that day, blessed by the gods
When I met my Ajoke, at the òdún ìgęsún night
Adorn greatly with sweaty shaking breeded waist
Of the Omidans of our village
Bimpe! Kunle's resting stool,
The little mouse àlonpé from the village of Alarape,
With the help of mope, yours is not the matter of kowope.
Your intellect surpasses that of wole the head of the palace gaurds
Moving from one palm tree to another
Just to get my message to ajoke
Bode ògbójú ode
A rare friend whose great guns of words
Fired down enemies standing as storms
I pray you find true love with Dupe
Iya olu, thy words are divine
The milk of experience through which my suckle lips
Drill out knowledge from thy breast helping me
To solve the puzzles of life
I pray you live long to see thy grand child......
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Weepy is my heart as it mourns hard this day
Muddled is my head with thoughts all amuck
Muffled is my voice with the words I try to say
Stifled are my screams as they try but all seem stuck.
Tense are my shoulders with the load that I bear
Wet are my eyes seeing everything so blurry
Heavy is my chest as it sighs and draws its air
Tired is this body with so much it attempts to carry.
Weak is my strength, fending off oh so feebly
Uncertain are my hopes to see the light at the end
Outstretched are my arms reaching and grabbing constantly
Tested is my resolve, how much further can it bend.
Lonely is my soul yearning greatly for it's other pair
Drunken are my senses, almost losing all control
Desperate is my being wanting love that's not here but there
Clouded is my future, totally obscured is my goal.
Two-sided are the fallen words I have listed before
Strained is my mind as I try to view the good
Mirrored are these feelings, they bear so much more
Enlightened is my will, I shan't mope and brood.
Relieved is my heart when I think of the other that beats
Serene is my head when I separate fear from fear
Loud is my voice as it clears for the love it greets
Redundant are my screams for I don't need them here.
Relaxed are my shoulders, still fueled to continue
Wide are my eyes for the sight they can't always see
Lifted is my chest for the love it wants to pursue
Upright is this body, to get to where it wants to be.
Rejuvenated is my strength when I accept that I am strong
Restored are my hopes, I'd still keep them alive
Faithful are my arms, still reaching for what they long
Strengthened is my resolve with plans it'll contrive.
Contented is my soul for the mate it has found
Heightened are my senses, embraced by feelings so keen
Centred is my being, keep my bearings on the ground
Bright is my future, in my dreams they have been.
Empty are the words for I won't let them linger
Focused is my mind; on my prize no matter how far
Embraced are these feelings for they only make me stronger
Steeled is my will; to be one with my love, angel and star...
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
In early, or late spring
the daffodils appear, to enchant us
stems are firm, while
holding clusters of bloom.
they enhance our views...our spirits,
arraying our horizons, with fresh hope
fresh perspectives
never giving space to doom.
daffodils
are offered, not singly,
but in bunches,
just like the way a mother gives herself,
never just a piece,
she reaches out with her hand
when in fact, she has offered her whole body
always...with open arms.
Most times, she wears lively colors
of white, yellow, gold, and green,
whatever the season,
whatever circumstances she may face
her smile, her warmth,
are the most colorful parts of her being
There is a lilt in her eyes,
in her actions...in her songs...in her words
in her dance...as she does her chores
such a miracle, all these graces, she offers
On a sunny and windy day
a mother is like
those dancing daffodils
on the hills and wayside
staying strong enough, while
swaying...to the winds of life
not to fall down...or be blown away,
she may be silenced by frustration and worries
but never surrenders to ensuing hardships
just choosing to be quiet...seeming dormant.
She is both a bulb...and an all-season root crop,
stuffed with needed energy
quiet underneath when the cold season comes
but never dead...never fallen
always gathering, saving strength,
for when a storm in life comes
not one to mope...but one to ease
...like a healing balm.
A mother is a rare kind of a daffodil
one that gleams with bright lights, and bold colors
all year round...through all kinds of weather.
Sally
Copyright May 8, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
two cars stuck in
traffic turning
left blinking in
opposite harmony
in time with the
beating hearts of
fellow hurried
drivers at rush
hour in the heart
of the city just get
me home to my
bed alone where
I can mope until
dinner comes a
calling caught that
yellow light I'm
finally on my
way and there it
is again that
******
yellow
light.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC