"mummering" poems
Her love, her modesty, behold her grace
That shine let shine be on her face.
A friend, a enemy let ever be too,
May her company to let me flew.
Her desires, her sacrifices are neglected, i think,
That she was hiding her tears to blink.
Her beauty her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Her mummering, her talkings, her chinese gossips,
Forced me to think about her twisted thinkings.
She was, she is, she will be unique,
Smart one, dreamed one, thats on the peak.
Her beauty, her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
I made this dish with love.
Dedicating my time from my favourite show.
Slicing every piece of that onion carefully into same sizes,
Fighting back the tears that it kept threatening me with,
I made this special dish just for you.
A special Sunday evening meal to make you smile.
But there you through out the entire feast,
Complaining about my choice from the menu.
Nearly losing my appetite I just pretended I couldn't hear.
It would have been nice to know how well my dish was,
But instead all I hear is you mummering about your toothache.
What about a little thank you,
A "hmmm" of some sort.
Now its how much ur tummy aches after eating my food.
I just can't stand it anymore.
What about my effort?
What about my feelings?
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
All girls scream on him
Shouting to be seen but hardly be recognised.
Every boy complain of his beauty threats.
No he will take my girl.
But non of them be taken because he didn't choose to be charming its only God created him to be like that.
Girls heads keep nodded
Other boys keep mummering
Older women wish him to be their toy boy.
Every one keep saying if he was mine.
Crazy girls open their teeth to be recognised.
Crazy boys try to set him up for nothing.
But kept going because he can't get out of his nature.
Failing to tell him how they feel about him.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
I might not be liked
But he like me
You may call me names but he call me one.
You may not accept me but he kept on accepting me.
I have been rounded and grounded
Steered but my name didn't turn to be the other.
Thanks to him that I am breathing
Shaking my hands like those who call themselves somebody.
He is my saviour and he will never show his back bone.
Sympathy, fingers, mummering,agly staff may be chosen to be mine.
All I wish is for everyone to know.
I didn't chosen to work for it but I have been attacked just like a toddler fighting to breath.
All I know he is my saviour and saviour save people
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
My blank mouth,
Mummering half-words and compressed sentences,
Triggering his hate,
All a misunderstanding really
His patience convulsing
These things can be a trigger to less enviable states,
Is it drastic that I want to end?
A forest floor and some last restful thoughts,
Body layen out like tinned goods,
Some kind of logic to do with presentability,
My organs works of macabre art not yet returned to the earth,
Birds sorting through my body like archivist from gods,
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC