"portugues" poems
I can speak 9 different Languages
Japanese
chinese
polish
russian
german
spanish
portugues
French
and English
But I STILL dont know how
to ******* voice my feelings
wow How ****** up is that?
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
You are my friend
You are a part of me
You understand me in ways other people can't
You are a part of my joy
You are so funny
You are caring
And so lovable
You are my Portugues King
You will always occupy a special place in my heart
You have this deep voice that I can't seem to get over
And I somehow don't understand you over the phone
But when you say 'yes' it drives me crazy
Just the sound of you keeps me sane
We may have our arguments and we disagree on a lot of things
But we do have one thing in common
We crazy *************
You my *****
I know I can always count on you
You are my nightshift fetish
And I've replaced my addiction to smoking with my addiction to you
Coz you are my daily fix
I will love you till death
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
I love the way the Sea comes rolling in
Towards me
And all I can do is lower my arms
Helplessly
To gather these cherubic expressions
Toddlers and young ones so full
Of spontaneity
And I take them to my breast
Grateful for the unfailing love of their greetings
They know me
I am them, of them, for them
Born on this land of golden sand & sun
Naura of the ancient,
Kannur in present times
And here I am with these watery rings
Waltzing around me
In great camaraderie
Tempting to go deeper, further in
To feel the water boulders slam
The shores shoulder
And the wet soggy sand
Hauled like sheets of golden veils
With each ebb of the waves
Caving into large hideouts
Known only to my curling toes
I love the way the Sea comes
Wave after wave elbowing their way
Towards me
Cornering me from all sides
They are so full of glee
Like pups of Portugues water dogs
They want to play games of frisbee
With me thrown about in the air
Riding the highs to the sky
As though on a giant trampoline
Full of exuberance of the teens
Wave after wave wearing high on their crowns
curly filigreed milky white veils
Finally they settle down
To shy bridal countenance
All the while twirling about
In coquettish stance
From the corner of my eyes
I see them drawing near
Echoing the turbulence inside
And I stretch my arms to gather
the varying cadence of tiny wavelets
Ushering in whispered nothing's
Beneath the crash of the giants
At the threshold of this blessed land
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Seema Kj
©SeemaKJayaraman
2 Jun 2022
Kannur Payyambalam
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC