"remindful" poems
It's completely finished
But I started
Over again
From the top to bottom
But still,it seems
Unappreciated
Like you do to our
Relationship
Is totally you don't appriciate
So I leaving you a space
Every words that I called sentences
Like us that never
Contiguous
This is seems to be long
But you know you're always
Wrong
This is just my concise poem
That want to remind you
Remindful to you
That once in your
Life
There's one me
Who
Once was used to love you
Even you don't
Love me back as I do
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Fire, ice, spit, crackle, break into slice
Crimson, spirited scented perfumes
Aching fury, lonesome soul
Thou shalt know the torment raging below
Redolent though, the remindful memories we hold
©Jessica Stull
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
O, beauty alike thy fresh rose renew
Thy softly delicate, fragrance doth shade
Silk o' glorious petals formed thy youth grew
Thee shalt bloom as gently pick; he who made.
Remindful sunny skies that brought thee back,
Through thousand words of platonic ocean
Letting thy memoirs to float to its knack,
Shalt glow & touch to the present emotion.
But among roses; thy beauty shine.
Neither a thorny one prevails the road
Nor trials subside the darkest sign
When thy purest heart remains to flowed.
So man could give thee lasting love of all
So treasure as to cherish thou could fall.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
(since my recall isn't as lucid as yours):
i'd like to imagine that these
wires and terminals traverse
and meet at various odds and ends
like laundry powder and the crumple
of leather on the floor,
summer room industrially cold
and spent curled up
from 9.40 a.m., running on four hours
though was wildly, wakefully inspired
you used to say that sleep is overrated
in the company of
pages and nightcaps, repeated and
withheld goodnights worth more
than a hundred, five times over
now i greet the ceiling away
from milky cloud and skies
in some blinkered awareness, sheets creased,
folded in a mocking design
in-between vistas of
my fingers which you clasped like instinct—
present tense, clasp
—remindful of things that are still here,
that i am no longer fiercely alone.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
Open your heart.
Then poen your love.
And experience a joyful emotion.
You'll be moved.
You'll be amused.
And you come to face the house of love.
Open your mind.
And be remindful.
That love's a feeling all people are after.
Feel the hugs.
Feel the warmth.
As you enters the house of love.
Feel the devotion.
Experience the passion.
It's all apart of human nature.
Just remember.
You are in the place I call the house of love.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC