"surrend" poems
Inspired by Shelley's quote IF WINTER IS AT HAND CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND? I ended the poem on a positive note....
Always complaining of life...
I did not have the zeal to strife...
Lies,betrayal and heart breaks killed me from inside...
But still I had put up a smile on the outside..
Tired I was facing the world's mockery...
All I had witnessed was only treachery...
Life was a game which I couldn't play well...
And from the mountains of ecstasy to paroxysm of sobs I fell...
There were umpteen questions in my mind...
The answers to which i never could find...
WHY did every happiness come drenched with sorrow??
When we never had another heart to borrow..
Many times I wished to die...
When the heart inside did cry..
WHY did relationships end....??
And everytime to the FATE we had to surrend.
Shattered were those sweet dreams..
And all I could hear were screams..
The sweet memories of childhood I missed...
When mother's kiss was a moment of bliss...
With the advent of time, things changed...
And everything around seemed to be more strange..
The excruciating pain I just couldn't bear
And always thought that life wasn't fair.
Why did people break the trust?
When the heart of theirs was itself but a carnival of rust..
There is no point in being sad..
When we know that sometimes life can prove to be bad...
The relentless march of Time is inevitable..
And there comes a day when happiness is totally unmatchable...
The stories of the past are inexplicable..
And there are very few who are dependable..
There are very few whom we treasure..
Just because their mere presence brings pleasure..
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
The film begins,
No wait...the filming begins,
When a child grabs ahold of a new toy,
A camera that doesn't lie,
But sometimes the images are blurred,
Out of focus,
Not always sharp and crisp,
The way a well-known and famous director would do,
There are rules understood,
Yet, unknown to him,
The child points the camera in all directions,
Perspectives never seen,
Unaware of the well-defined dynamics,
Of film-mastery,
Pointing aimlessly at times, to the sky, the ground or inconspicuous leaves lying on the freshly cut grass,
Actors left out of scene, dialogue goes missing, interpretations left to doubt,
The master, taking offense,
Buries the child director,
In condemnation,
Without offers of help,
'...if you can't do this child, find some other way, to express yourself and your ideas,
'cause you're giving us a bad name, to all who came before you, through struggle and through strife, please little child, put down your lens, so we can do it right'. Scolded and hurt and shattered, The child did surrend, and giving up, his lens of glass, to such a bitter end.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
Being rightious is a curse
but it is also a blessing
for when the roles are reversed
its often much less stressing
rightiousness is a boat
that floats down a humble river
when good things come to you
dont boast, when Bad arrives,
your pain shant be delivered
rightiousness is proud with an accent
its humble with a dash of pride
turning the other cheek as its meant
from Anger it shall hide
being rightious can save your Soul
and turn judjment into none
in tolerence it has a big role
and is rewarding and lots of fun
So surrend yourself to rightiousmess and youll feel like a thousand bucks
and at night youll sleep and Rest
Knowing your filled with all good stuff
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Something phenomenal calls!
Its voice is like a gushing waterfall.
Endless continuums of percussions resound
The rhythm infiltrates my consciousness and my veins.
It becomes synchronized with my heart and brain.
I writhed like a woman in childbirth.
Struggling, I sought to cast out this rhythm and the source of this call.
I wanted to sit. I wanted to crawl.
I wanted to smash this thing against the wall.
Enduring until the sound dissipates.
Drenched and exhasuted, I wait.
Eternity is ike an endless mile.
Mortality is a second in a day.
A new dawn beckons.
As the rhytm crescendos,
I surrend to its beat.
I am a newborn on the stage of life.
Is this my scene to make as I wish?
I am a fish out of water drowning from air.
Yet an Oscar awaits the moment I participate.
The choices I make reflect on the past.
Who have I cast, but myself?
Constantly, I am prepared to tangle with each day.
Reaching out for help, I am pulled from the fray.
Like a rose that forgot to bloom,
I am struck with the onset of gloom.
Counting the years, I have left, can I make the deadline?
Fate screams, "Get in line!"
It is my turn to shine.
I have resolved that I just need to be me,
Be courageous, be open, be free.
Allow life's paths to converge.
The blinding light of life has turned green.
I am revved and ready,
To make my grandest scene!
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC
Remained uh
Loyal to the game
Infamous is my name
Im after the fire
Its the return of the reign
Since Pac is King
Im the prince back to hit
Ya with some real ****
Hard to dodge when tryna
Put haters n critics n casket
Though a *******
I still made a change **** the fame
And all these nigguhs is speakin' the same
Riddle me this as i hit ya with some game
Aint got no shame
I was apart of the drug game *******
Filled my pockets mayne
Hangin' on differ corner slangin'
But it was the environment that got me bangin'
But i heard better blues when i see the news
Im seein my people in a fued
At war over each other
For nothing
All roughed up by the media for
Nothing
Then all of sudden
When a brother wants to regained consciousness
They label it ludicrous take my quotes as a diss
But i dismiss
All the ******** got to stay real to roots
Until the fat lady sangs remain
Loyal to the game
Though i was
Cursed as a *****
My focus was on chasin' figures
From ***** dreams
Too ******* in my abode scene
Jewels & jacuzzi in the limousine
Big tv screens
Things aint what it seems
Somehow I thiught money
Would bring happiness
But it only attract serpents
Evil is the root to sorts of treachery
Gotta watch who's next to me ?
Feel me!
They say they have your back
But the first to attack
When ya turn ya back
Thats friends in this day in age
They say why you upset im growin' in a rage
All i know is dope hoes n a 12 guage
They ****** up my community
With the spiritual raid
Invested in homocide drug cartels
Suicide prostitution the stories never fail
And ah
If you plan on makin' future
Better believe they comin' to shoot ya
Eradicate our whole race
The nation steadily sayin' **** you to our face
Get out the **** pulpits n come to the streets
Thats where its real pack yo steel
So haters can feel
The ammunition of revenge
No pretend we never surrend
We straight up warriors
More than thugs
Now embrace the eternal flame
I dont care if i gotta for my peeps
Im vain but ill remain
Loyalllllll to the gammeeeeee
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Brokenhearted and despair"d
I'm Listening if someone out there cares
Bruised by what I do
Feeling lost and feeling blue
The lies have kept me from the truth
And so
I look to YOU
I look for YOU
And when words have come and gone
In YOU I can be strong
I look to YOU
And only YOU
And my past is stained with sin
In YOU I live anew
I look in YOU
Wandering through life alone
Feeling far away from home
This emptiness I can't explain
Is bringing me only pain
And yet I'm so afraid
These choices that I have made
Has stolen all of my hope away
And so
I look to YOU
I look for YOU
When the sun will shine again
I long to meet YOU in the end
I look to YOU
I look to YOU
And when time has passed me by
And I have come to die
Never keep me from Your light
I look to YOU
I wait for YOU
And with my mouth I now repent
YOU always knew it in the end
And with my strength I now surrend"
I look to YOU
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
10 years ago, at a summer camp.
I remember it clear, when they took my hand.
The warmth of those red hands, in little young me.
When collided with theirs, made my heart skip a beat.
No denial that history repeated many times since,
Sometimes built my heart, but also breaking into smithereens.
A decade of time, has gone now behind.
Yet history repeated again, again another time.
Summer camp replaced to school.
September, got replaced from June.
The sunlight on their face, when they smiled at me,
We walking together, together and free.
Wished that time would never had an end.
But everyone has to surrend, sure as me, sure as them.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
fun//ny how
hazel
made. me. forget.
i HaTe Vegas
just like; auburn
canmakeme
visit _ the _ mall
&those; sliver limbs
&dime;° waist°
}my} hands} fit
perfectly'round
can >make >it >all
make. sense.
all | those | things | i
#neverwanted
&presssedagainstherhip;
just >for>get >a>bout
anything i. thought.
might; matter.
&who; cares¿
[let'sbehonest]
what's-so-great
about~wants~anyway¿
& 'when 'she ''trace'''s
the veins >in >my >arms
with her del _i _cate
fingers
just 》go 》ahead
ask. the. cream.
¿if she cares for honey¿
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC