"thepoet" poems
i.
Happy birthday
To thee, dearest
Friend. Mayest
This remembrance of birth
Be another year for thou
To thinkest of none end's;
But a brighter tommorrow.
ii.
Resteth gal sarah,
Put away all of
Thine sorrow's,
Didst thou not
Knoweth; there's
A God who breaketh
The alshshayatin
Who cometh against
Thee.
iii.
Thou art not alone,
As me and mine Jane
Art alway's there to
Be, a friend in need.
Growing seed's, to
Help-another grow.
iv.
Mayest the morrow
Be for thou, as white
As snow; mayest the
Seraphim, who surround's
Thy worries and protects
Thy home, showeth
Thee the light above thine tear's.
Smile mine friend, a friend is here.
Mayest thy sight be clear, and thy crown
Be uplifted and flared. As the world's glare
Hast betrayed thine eye's. Observeth upward
Wherein paradise lies; as thou wilt hath wing's one day
O' laureate of poetry's net. O' brilliant friend; of Jane and mine.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Thepoet(Sarah Ahmed) birthday dedication.
Sorry Sarah day late on b day dedication... But a happy wonderful birthday from me a friend if you ever need one there as you have always been there for me and Jane and have always been a major blessing to me and Jane!!! May the heavens open to you, and may you overcome your battles you face in this world...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY poetic friend !!!!
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
ThePoet's challenge
easy lose/hard gain
A part of your heart surely dies
When a loved one tells a lie
Trust is easily debased
And is not easily replaced!
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
It becomes a secure and
congenial home
When a woman is around,
bonny circle..
If you treat them well
They bless your heart with
love and arouse
your intrinsic glow
Dear women..
You are strong and comely
May this day allay the
extreme heat
and assemble serene skies
Buven Thepoet
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
*How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?*
- ThePoet
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Longing
...a splinter
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore
Need
...a shard
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep
Miss
...a knife
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade
Want
...a syringe
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad
Love
...a stake
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart
Life
...a spike
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad bitch,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court
the term “bad ***** can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy
the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love sucks,i chase paper”cus to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(weed)
anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad bitch”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram
we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad ***** on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam
life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse
bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"prostitute"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see
and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj
these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man
and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining
so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
shukraan, for showing selflessness in a land of selfishness; and self wants. Thou art a soul, wandering alone, with the blood of a friend who seeks the unknown. As sadly woe constructs thy face.
Shukraan, mayest God almighty send thee his grace; when thou feelest no taste of love in thy mouth.
Shukraan, wherever mine friend thou shalt go, please know an ear thou hath here; to always lend it's hearing, and a soul to connect to for
Grasp and understanding.
Shukraan, thou art a ray from the wonderful creator, let not the world hook thee in its filth and vague papers, for the beauty is not outside; but in.
Shukraan, Shukraan mine poetic friend, show affection to woman and man, be thee the best thou canst; let not dark overtake thee, but let the light be thy own shadow.
Shukraan, dear Sarah, if seek God he shalt win all thy battles, none more tears or the morrows wherein fears art the normal; but where mercy, peace, joy, and happiness art the new.
Shukraan, mine friend;
Shukraan to thou O'
ploome.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Sarah ahmed birthday dedication (aka Thepoet)
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
As days go by
As poets pass
The friend we make
Who now departs
But as I look back
And reminisce
There's that one friend I made
Who I'll surely miss
Who inspired my writing
Intrigued my mind
To whom the world out there
Was not always kind
Yet wrote on and on
Of love and of pain
Of hope and of sorrow
Which she could not contain
That sparked into words
And roared like a flame
A friend - fellow poet
A star, became
So thank you, my friend
For your inspired works
That set upon this open sky
Explode like fireworks
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Sometimes...
I just pray because I have
Made my own protocol...
Frankly..
I am thirsty for your Call..
Sometimes..
I just feel like I have won
This battle...
No!
I don't like this medal..
I wasn't expecting 'Bronze'..
Pause!
No hands of applause..
Not really that....
I was expecting 'Gold'
But for me..
That would be a great Goal..
You know that I fully commit myself.
I even gnaw..
Let me just bow..
It seems like I am unfolding
Too much now...
Buven ThePoet
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
I have a lot of questions..
But I just keep it zipped
Because I always get the wrong
Answers..
If this is a trial..
They might have mistakenly doubled
The duration..
I have burnt my old diary to ashes..
But I just keep on writing
The same notes on the new one.
They say that..
Time heals
Unfortunately they don't have batteries
That would fit in my watch...
My knees are as hard as concrete.
Sometimes..
I run out of words and Just repeat myself..
I wish there was a rocket to get there.
I wouldn't waste too much of my energy with the receptionist...
I would run straight to him..
Buven ThePoet
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC