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"pinnock" poems
A def musician can't enjoy his song. A blind painter can't admire his work. If that's true, then I'm not a poet. Just a reggae boy imitating... making a fool of myself. Cafe's napkins never record my moments of inspiration. So what am I? Am I a poet, or just a island boy? I care not for title....all I know, I'm in love with poetry. ®Andre Pinnock
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Reggae Boy
I kept your touch fresh in memory. Now I ask, but only one thing, Please love me back to reality? Then I will cherish your touch presently. ®Andre Pinnock
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
Illusion
I'm lost in this dark room Kept my smile in your arms Losing your touch is killing me Forlorn tucked me in A black rose lay over my body I sleep the sleep of death unlike sleeping beauty love won't kiss me awake Tears soaked my pillow And drown my soul Dried salty pain lay in used napkins Sigh...my heart shatters by your absence Missing you for the duration of one moon Cause you said.... "Good night my love...see you soon." ®Andre Pinnock
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
TEARS
Pain comfort my heart Sorrow is my night light Disappointment is my morning tea Sadness is learning to be.....from me. Mom why aren't you home yet? Promises made to a little boy Still pending years later Mom I miss you into eternity Mom are you coming home soon? I'm tired of crying your absence I hate feeling without... Sigh! I'm miseries carpet Fast becoming hurt wash bowl. Mom I miss you. ®Andre Pinnock
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
I Miss You :-(
Freedom lies in my ability to conceptualize Armed with weapon of sentences…I am feared Such power propelled me beyond your projected limitations Standing outside your walls of prison- Dreams breathe air of reality. My skin grabs your attention But the blast from my canon left you trembling. By: Andre' Pinnock Apr/10/12
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Our Greatest Weapon
She sleep without my arms Laying beneath her head The firm black pillow I wonder what she dream about When I'm not around My sweet strong-will angel I lose love, every  second apart_ Time is a thief, but I can't complain Cause soon he favors us more... ® André Pinnock 27-Feb-2015
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Time is Guilty!
I'm a student of love. Teach me the truth that is absent from much hearts. Enlighten me on matters of passion, deep affection, sincere love and genuine care. Misplace my vision isn't. Illusion had not washed my eyes with unrealistic observation. So what if I- stripped away the imperfection of your being and gaze- gaze upon the flawlessness of your character? I'm not lost to inane affection Rather I'm seeing you in the true state of love my queen... holding nothing that is spotted to my lovers pureness of love. Do teach me, my love. Please! don't think I've been bitten by naive's fang. Trust me! Poisonous flattery is not flowing through my veins; thus infecting my tongue with foolish words to say.... You are perfect.... full stop! Why, should I say otherwise? Are you not? My eyes sees no error cause love cured me. Failure to be consistently who you are has nothing to do with you being a being but my failure to look deeper to see... It is I who have viewed you with a shallow love and weak appreciation. Love in itself is perfect Though we are not It remains unblemish That same love that exist in us. ® André Pinnock   April 07th, 2014
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Perfect Sight of Love
Sincere smile masked by huge strange hands Pure eyes suddenly coated with immeasurable fear Her morning skin yet to experience the sun’s close Muscled danger removed her from safety Kicking legs left in the field a shoe- Bushes sharp eyes gazed frequently upon her skin Tears ran ceaselessly…it alone echoed her pain Lips fasten by his palm never again move Torn dress exposed her fledgling horizontal chest Dirt and bruised leaves vaguely hide her shame SHE WAS JUST A CHILD! Three weeks over thirty-nine…a monster he was Her imperfect world was perfect until… Her laughter was free and enjoyed Now they are just bitter sweet memories He stole her—he broke in By: Andre' Pinnock May/02/2012
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
STOLEN