"slowy" poems
It was a lovely afternoon
When I felt dizzy and soon
Started to feel as if my chair's moving
I looked up at the pendant hanging
Freely and also dancing
Back and forth
It wasn't just me who was moved
It was the earth and the whole building hoofed
Back and forth
One slip of plate
And it moved the whole earth.
It was mild
I hoped it won't go wild
Calling for my loved ones
I ran to the ground
People hustling, steps making a panic sound
From the eighth floor I felt it stopped
But as if it read my mind, earth again rocked
More than I've ever felt before
We all hustled downstairs in case it got wilder more
Old people, children running,
Mothers, scared, panicked, scooting.
Down the building everyone waited
Till the earth slowy bated
And stopped in a sudden motion
We were glad it wasn't that strong
Back to home, we all scurried
Switched on our televisions in a hurry.
Though the earth was soft on us
There were places where everything was crushed,
Homes, offices, families destroyed
Everything because of simple but strong
Back and forth
What is happening in the world?
Is it the human being which the earth loaths?
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Fall is like death.
Like bipolar.
You gradually fade away,
then you are completely gone.
Falling!
Swaying in the wind,
as you hit the ground.
Brittle.
Easy to crumble.
Dying!
Your colors use to be so bright,
so vibrant,
and alive.
Joyous!
Then...
Your colors begin to fade.
One by one.
Reds,
Oranges,
Yellows,
then browns...
Your life is now dull,
brittle,
fragile,
and dead...
like the colors of the leaves.
Face it,
you are dying inside.
Fading away.
Piece by piece.
You eventually,
come back.
Slowy begin to grow,
and get your color.
Your vibrant colors...
You feel on top of the world,
for a short while.
But...
All it takes,
is that down state,
to go crumbling,
to the ground again.
To die,
and fade away....
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
So early this
Sunday morning.
Birds are singing.
Big church bells
I hear ringing.
My bed feels so cozy.
Pull my blanket over
my shoulder.
Turn around before
I get colder.
Love this slowy waking up.
Drink my coffee while
it's nice and hot.
The sun is shining through
my window.
Shines and give my skin
such a warm glow.
Time will pass along the way.
Wishing you all a sunny Sunday.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
The country road like poet’s fancies unravels
Through the giant hanky- sized paddy fields
And the dream sized ponds
Dotting the landscape
in perfect squires and riots of skewed and regular shapes
The green spread and the muddy beds, spell the village beauty.
Parrot green fields
And stark blue skies look at each other
In perfect silence, like mother and babe
And a great , grey house exposing its ragged bricks,
Bared like the buck tooth of the old
Provokes a village memory
Past picking itself slowy and ambling into the future
Its wooden columns
stand like mute exclamation marks!
or so it may look to me.
Flies the skidding scaly tarred snake
Fast and spreading like the traveler travelling on it.
Patchy it looks, now;
And full like the misery of the scorned lover
Eager like the maiden speech of a parlimentarian
The country road, runs fluid like a stream after the rains.
As the rustle of the engine trips and falls
into the divine air.
A roaming peacock calling adds charm to the great whole fare
A winged beauty, struts across
Nudged by the sputtering , speeding me.
The exotic avian attains the hedges galore
With its metal blue feathery strangeness blurred in my glancing eye
A species rare, found only in ornithologists diary.
A clamour in the air
And the school boys emerge in buddy pairs
Beneath the village banyan
That let loose its tresses to dry like a country maid.
I see, a promising glint in their eyes
The will make themselves of king and ministers of the modern days
The sonority of ringing bell
clubs the cacophony of school boys in into two dead parts.
They return to their classes, sanctified by the silence,
And open their minds to the feminine vocie.
A Glorious moment ,
As the morn of wisdom is born
Rich are the sightings of poor country side
And many are the mappings on the way,
My sensibilities recouped,
I drove back
not spent
But profound.
sound.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 5:15 AM UTC
We lay here as the night sets sail,
as that darkness falls away.
Underneath the dying night,
waiting for the beckoning light.
The stones that rest beneath our backs,
rounded by the years and tides,
how they make us both relax,
filtering our thoughts and fears.
Being close to nature.
Being close to you,
these they are the moments,
the ones that draw me near to you.
The moments that resist confusion,
slowy.......... filtering the truth!
A thought once it has blossomed,
can easily defy its roots.
But now we're left with nothing,
just the stars above our heads.
The stars that sparkle in your eyes,
the ones that say its time for bed.
Those eyes that watch me dreaming,
as I slowly fade away.
They're the only eyes I want,
as we greet the light of day.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
*Severe lightning flashes,
unveils the gloomy sky.
Quiet, lonely, darkness.
Somewhere in nowhere.
A misery heart bleeds.
Pillow soaked in tears.
Melancholia flows.
Psychology’s name for sad.
Depression they say.
a scribbled note and pen.
some pills to end the mind’s pain.
Slowy, life, drifted away.
A pause in time felt.
The world stopped,
silent,
to mourn.
Oblivion awaits.*
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
The tin man gave his heart to the scare crow
because he needed a reason to live
spending all day and night
talking to the wind
without a heart he would of gave in
he wouldn't of been able to live
but by giving his heart to the scare crow
it left the tin man empty
he had no way to feel anything
so slowy but surely
he stopped moving
because he couldnt live knowing
he couldnt feel if he hurt somebody
he gave his brain to the lion
if he didn't have courage at least he could think
maybe he would be able to live in the background
but be smart enough to still help people
and change things
the lion gave his courage to the scar crow
so that one day
he will have the courage to get down
but until then
the lion couldnt wear his crown
then a girl named dorothy
came walking through
scarecrow, the outgoing man he was
gave her a talking to
he wanted to get down
so he asked her for a favor or two
the lions courage he used
to save himself and later the lion too
then he came across the tin man
not being able to move through and through
he walked over there
and put in the oil too
for the first time in years
he was able to move
then they hoped and skiped into the forest
where the tall trees grew
and as the lion hid in the bushes
he thought to prove he still had courage
stopping them was one thing he could do
so he stepped out in front
started hollaring a mess
then he got scared of a dog
and you know the rest
dorothy scholded him
the heartless girl she was
and told him he shouldnt of done that
the tin man would of felt bad to the core of his heaart
if he still had one
and because he didnt know
he tuned in
and the scare crow stepped back watching it all
as he cringed
later he told them
about the courage he had not
and dorothy changed her tune
and told him she would get his courage back
she led them all
into a place she didn't know
all so she could go home
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Clouds of turmoil roll
As a heart unfolds and flows
One to love and hold
One with finance and goals
But whom shall hold my soul
The clouds of turmoil roll
One love so young and bold
With mutton chops and smile upon his brow
Eyes that glisten with words unspoken
Then the clouds they roll
One so sheilded by a wall of pain
Of a time so lost in age
So broken worn and tired
Eyes that seen a lifetime lost
Without a love or queen
Again the clouds they roll
Shatters my heart and maybe my soul
To love them both or null
The clouds of turmoil slowy roll
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
warm blankets
cover me yet
there seems to be
a new coating
of frost on my skin
rippling tired
depressive wakes
behind me
shadows are
attached yet mine
is lacking in
a certain lustar
because it's constantly
fading... or maybe
I'm just slowy
disintegrating
into something
sharp and cold
and no longer
human
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
I’m not sad
But I’m not happy, either
I try to cry
Or scream, or run
Because my mind is slowy killing me
I feel like the world
Reject me
And try to erase me
I have no one to talk
No one to love
Except the ****** in my head
And the empty room in my heart
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
No love lost,
no love found,
only emptiness is all around,
love is the only feel i wanted by whole world,
but inluckylly it's a imagination only,
which you originates by your self slowy slowly,
itls the best feel to imagine but you came in the in the realy world,
you found that it was a dream
which you scrolled
up and down tilll the last,
to found your abilities as you which have to broke,
and when it brokes you wokeup
and se that you are alone.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
I stood in the cloister
and breathed in
the cold morning air
and heard the echo
of the church bells tolling,
Deus tactus,
birdsong on the air,
trees swaying as dancers
on the stage of the green fields,
ici est Dieu autour de nous
the French monk said
opening his arms wide,
she undressed slowy
revealing each aspect
of her body to tempt,
before all and above all
attention shall be paid
to the care of the sick
so that they shall be served
as if they were Christ Himself
said Benedict,
Hugh moaned of noises
as someone passed
his cell door,
I climbed the ladder
in the abbey orchard
to gather apples
as shown by Dom Charles
his tonsured head
visble from above,
Gott unveränderlich
ist es wir die wir ändern
the Austrian monk said
as he aided me to wash
dishes in the kitchen,
the smell of flowers
from the cloister garth
and the heat of the sun,
I shall spread myself
wide for you she said
I shall open up
like a flower at dawn,
I get tired of the darkness
all around me Therese said
the darkness itself seems
to borrow from the sinners
who live in it
the gift of speech,
God is unchnaging
Dom Joseph(dear Bunny) said
it is we who change,
I entered the church for Matins
the lights lit up
in the chill morning darkness
as the monks gathered like ravens
at feast of bread,
i nostri peccati si aggrappano
a noi come i pidocchi
the Italian monk said
as we walked before Compline
stars above us
and moon bright,
come to me she said
come stay and make love
the whole night.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Walking in the pale evening dusk,
as the world slowy turns to it's darkened self.
The last Sun rays seeping from the sky.
The world should naturally fade to black.
But our artificial glow comes to light,
To keep us up all night.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Today, you left me again.
Alone in this dusty roads.
You know how much I want to cry?
That the very person I wanna be with,
Doesn't care for me a bit.
Today, I realize I am not your priority.
When you are always on my top list.
I waited for you to call my name,
But you never did.
Today, I was so hurt.
That I just want to runaway from you.
From all the memories with you.
Because everytime I think you of I'm slowy fading away.
Today, I want to say to you "I really wanted to hate you, but I love you."
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Look at me,look at me and tell me what you achieved out of hurting me? Did you not stop to think to yourself to think of how I felt? Did your cold heart not bare to listen closely, to show a single care for me? It seems as if you enjoyed inflicting your vain pain on me.its as if your inhumanity is a cover to what ever your hiding under your cracked hands. Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to gain hate from you? All I ever did was smile at you, try to be your friend ,but you threw it back into my face. You made me feel so small, so belittled as you viciously trampled on me, slowy not realising how much I wanted to hide away from you. You never ever gave me a chance to be your friend, and all I can say now is here you are looking at me, at my grave, your lost for words, speechless. I gave in too quick to your game so there you have it, you win. Dont cry, dont feel bad, I want you to smile at the fact of getting rid of me, smile and move on but know that your the reason im dead. R.i.p amanda todd
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Was it the words or the picture or the painting I imagined of what your love would feel like that caused my heart to tremble and lose count of the number of times it had been broken
I forgot what life I was living and couldn't tell the now from the then
were you a love lost and forgotten or a name I had yet to kiss and what was hiding behind the shy
disguise of your eyes
Was it a hunger for lust or love
or just hands needing blood
to **** a little time
or was it unknown colors
that lead to the magic of pleasures
you keep hidden beneath
the blanket of your dreams
And the corner of your lips
where your smile ended
did it curve and bend towards the direction of seduction
or was it a smirk of satisfaction from a recent ribcage you had plundered
above your mattress as the
clock ticked slowy past 2 am
and when you had finished
you left not even the ghost of a soul
I couldn't tell if I was lost in a thought of a shipwreck sleeping at the bottom of your sea or being eaten by the desire of a dream with the teeth of your kiss and all I could do was watch in a helpless sedation
as my imagination painted
while reading the eyes in your picture
and gazing at the stars in your words
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Exchanging a large coffee for two-hundred cents
- in a, oh - so, desperate attempt to prevent
- himself from falling, fast, asleep at the wheel
- and crashing his big, ole', blue hunk o' steel.
Driving, so, slowy down a snowy prairie road,
- with no particular place, in his mind, to go,
- beneath a, winter's, waxing gibbous moon's glow;
- tis' where you'll, certainly, find Aegidius O'Crow,
- somewhere way out west o' big & bright Toronto.
Where he often goes, though, people seldom know.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick...
Oh, how agonizing and stressful the clicks of a clock are.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock...
And oh, how the the conversation in the room around me are taxing.
Tick
Tock
Tick...
The Smiles, the laughter
Tick
Tock...
You tell me to wait, that everything will work out, there's nothing to blame.
Tick...
But baby, patience is a virtue I've never been able to claim.
Tock.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
What am I doing wrong
As I sit here with BULLETS' in the chamber
Russian roulette to my invader
Suicide Contemplating
My life been so Intoxicating
Something Got a hold on me
Lately it's been slowy squeezing
Now I'm suffocating
They say I can change my ways
But I hardly believe it
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
With every words that you say,
Did you mean it?
When you held my hand,
Did you actually want to touch it?
No, no, no--- I'm not doubting you
It's just that, the feeling is a hue
I, getting lost with the beauty of blue
Slowy turning into purple,
Oh God, I'm torn into two
You said, you were lucky
Are you pertaining to having me?
Or the thought you are not alone anymore
Well, I can stay,
Aware as you can be.
But please, oh please
Why change my individuality?
When I thought love was real and accepting
You become nagging and demanding
You wanted a woman of modesty
Instead, I'm a girl full of insecurity
With all hopes, I ask you to consider kindly
Make me cherish the love you tell me.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC