"sorroundings" poems
Anxious-laughter afternoon
moonlight shadow is still very vague,
a long-silent mourn, quiet sorroundings.
Pale-Blue sky,
overlaping highly with a vast mantle of clouds.
Pale-blue sky,
inflaming my temperament with your mournful sounds.
Crystal,
moment of sweet delight.
Languidly, as I smile,
I see her take off.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
along with this life steps
my past life was a mess
i was lifeless
i lived with fighting thoughts
to obey or being rebellious
if i found out,
that my main persons
is all supportless,
i would never told my goals
but there's no way back
i grown with taunts,
in rude vicinities
but it's all changed me
now i'm a strong unity
i left my fragility
to fully conquer this body.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
While creating colorful moments for the distant sorroundings
I try to fade you away
They say september is a new start
They do and then diet
My pupils expand
My wrist hurts
We shape moments and ourselves
Together yet lonely
You play xylophone on my body
1234
5678
You shatter glass boxes with conserved feelings
I burst
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
The leaves turn green, brown and then fall.
Changes I'm oblivious to as I fantasize about the seeds.
The passion that breathed within with every pull inhaled into lungs as they turned oxygen into love.
The petals that blossomed through the photosynthesis quickened by your radiance.
And though you peeled and picked through me ... I still ponder around.
My hair turns curly, straight and then short.
Changes I'm oblivious to as my feet stay grounded in the imprints of your soil.
Your arms that hold me firm and comfort me,
The harm that wont be coming as you remain a shield.
From the start, walking towards the shock .. the novacane you provide Frankly.
And though your presence brings sweat to my palms.. i still ponder around.
The hymns around me, endless.
Changes I'm oblivious to as I repeat the same tunes.
Warmth from the pink skies painted with a rose coloured brush.
Each stroke from a slow dance that never happened.
But now my body sways to the infinite chords of nostalgia.
Singing melodies skimming past the edges of silver linings.
And though I start to see these sorroundings. . I still ponder around.
These changes taking place near to me and yet I'm oblivious to their tune.
As I choose to tear myself from the truth that today's pool is better to swim in than yesterday's sea of tears and though it takes a lot to testify to this ... I can't ponder around searching anymore ...
28/12/15 01:30 am
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
Have thou reached casa isolata?
Shimmer of paradise it bestowed
Beautiful lands it rested upon
Sorroundings of fruitful clementine
An empire of pride
Casa isolata
I hear the callings of thy chimes
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC