"sorrounding" poems
Swim in the deepest part of the ocean,
With waves over head,
A life pieced by water,
A nautical life,
Or aquatic wonders,
There is no fear,
Living in fairytales,
Mithical creatures,
Sorrounding the waters,
Travel sea to sea,
Hopes disguised as flounders,
Surfers all above,
And here come the divers,
Ready to explore,
The kind I belong to,
Sing to them now,
They'll jump off from sails,
To follow the voice,
Deep in the waters,
Desperate souls,
Following as I speak,
Gullible minds,
When told to go under,
This siren awaits,
For sailors to wonder,
To bring them in deep,
In dangerous waters.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
i
youth is your neighbour's Bee
hive wax, candle lights, flickering Flame
lovely sorrounding delicate contours
on a pale gently shaped face
ii
thou eyes still shine with
chesnuts burning flambouyant
charcoals, who can lit Free choice
of will and thoughts of Heart
iii
eclipses of centuries covereth
you, waiting for a Cosmic chariot
to take this moonsoon romance forth
holding the Sky's beau crinoline
iv
I feel wurthering imagination
floating and tearing my passion for You
when Thee become Thou in my deepest
love passion taking chapeau off
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
That favorite boy of hers, mumbles her name out in the unsecure no-one sorrounding him. They would touch art and share galaxies and laugh until the dawn. She invested her time in him, and vice versa did he invest his time in her. It turned out though, that the odds were dry and not she, nor him, planned to water them. So she got herself a pretty little fiancé; a man capable of nothing but air kisses. He wasn't meant to be, but they were. While the fiancé was far away, she would cut her peonies and make her skin look like shallow marble and braid her hair. All day, every day. But only until dawn, where that favorite boy of hers, would rip of her silk shirt and draw lines between her freckles with his bare hands. Her shaking and pale body would greet everyone she thought was nice - none of them were. All they wanted was to demand her generation to touch their chosen ones and no one else in their entire city. It was tragic, grasped the lady at the hairsaloon, while she was extending peoples illusion of youth.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
ok i used to say
i dont have an addictive personality
the persons thats sorrounding me are good kids
mom, i promise.
but anyways
my poppa never knew about the poppin
rest in peace
i might see you soon
if we being honest.
i plot for commas
pop like pinyata put me to sleep
im waking up to use just to go back to sleep.
im sick of waking up to you
you always mad at me
im selling just to use
being normal isnt cheap
yea, i hope i never learn to drive
i hope the next time that i drive alone i swerve and crash and die
i mean, i know
these words are hurtful to my boys
so ill shut up
i mean, i know
ill sleep securely the whole night
if i re up
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
She dwells in my innermost
sanctum;
her imaginary smiles, her touch, her being, her love,
enliven my thoughts-
effervescent pearldrops, they water the pastures
of my parched mind
She doesn't like me:
but oh, how I adore her.
From the distance, I see her; through the binoculars of my soul.
She's the joy that brings life to those sorrounding her,
while i wallow in dearth.
Oh how I love her;
without her knowing so.
Flickers of hope warm this freezing cell.
Even though she may detest me,
it still doesn't matter.
Despite all these, in the deepest shadows,
will I continue to love her
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Keeping a thought to himself though he wants it to be spoken.
Undesiring not to speak but his incapability wouldnt let him.
Residing in his lips are the words that he would just want to say.
That wont ever happen since his speech box is broken and those words can never be in play.
Caged in his soul is a song that he can never sing.
Often picked at and frequently treated by others like he is somewhat other people's play thing.
Very carefully he observes the entirity of his sorrounding world.
Executing to let out a speech but you wont hear him saying a single word.
Never may he be able to talk with moving lips, but he can converse with you with his fingers and up to its tips.
Pronouncing his syllables in an endless string of silence.
Accentuating his ideals though to some it wont make any sense.
Gesture after gesture he will tell what it is that he has been needing to say.
Unsure of those endless quiet battles he only wish he could slay.
In his somewhat voiceless soul lies the need to yell a thousand phrases.
Residing in his spirit is a muted volume that cannot be erased even if he pleases.
In his mind lives a storm that he can hardly calm.
Greeting a tragic scene of a great noiseless loneliness that will never be gone.
All he knows is that his unending silence is a tool, that may one day change the world.
Nothing is sure but it is a disguised gift from the lord.
A day may come when his greatest obstacle ends.
Beauty of being able to speak freely without the use of his hands.
A fine morning that will one day shine him a light.
Letting him to express him self in a whole new way in his right.
Only in a given moment that only time can give.
Such a day will come when god gives him what he has asked to receive.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
So many burbed wires sorrounding my heart!
No one can enter the border,
How was it occupied by a refugee intruder?
The cunning refugee is my lazy moments,
I can't pass time feeling loving him,
Without him everything seems faded and dim.
I am a migrant in my own land,
Refugee conducts the state as an autocrat,
A born ignorant! He can never be a democrat.
Love? He doesn't know at all,
Primitive, savage who frightens storm by weapon,
I feel furious thinking how my heart was won?
What's the secrecy? My knowledge can't explain,
I see Emotion smiling, not a bit worrying,
Telling me that God himself did this Love showering.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
I don't know about us anymore.
Something's we used to do not that stuff I'm talking about long rides for no reason.
Lingering essence of hope escaping my sorrounding.
Maybe one day someone will love me the way that I loved you.
Maybe one day I'll love someone that way that you loved me.
Life is miserable when I'm miserable, some days I feel some
I don't.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
Hey boy! It's your sunglass
That tells me, "Helen, you are so marvellous!"
I am not Helen, not at all,
Is it love that makes you to do wrong call?
Hey boy! It's your lips burnt by cigarette,
Like the allied foeces of second world war to target
The German **** camp for destruction,
And to spread in the world love, divine emotion.
Hey boy! It's your fashionable wristwatch
That tells me, "O queen! Come and take my touch.
I move around you as the clock does,
Only a boy in this heart makes me buzz.
A landslide love benumbs the whole universe sorrounding,
Among the rustle of fallen leaves painful past is sounding.
Who has given me a skyful love?
All the time an illusory song is being sung by a dove.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC