"thicks" poems
Go,tell your mom how beautiful she looks,
wearing an apron and chopping a tomato
or simply just adore the way she cooks.
Go,tell a knock-knock joke to your dad
or start a tickle fight with baseless laughter so tight,
but take a picture, while he laughs like a little child
because this magical moment would be the only reason you smiled.
Just sit with your grandparents for a while when they tell you,
all the embarrassing childhood things that you did
go knitting and gardening with your grandma today,
or just paint her nails, while she tells you her young age tales.
Go,tell your siblings how supportive they've been;
maybe in growing up or a career to begin,
maybe by giving a much needed Choco chip ice cream after a breakup or just a shoulder to lean.
Reminisce those beautiful old days with your friends over your go-to chai ki tapri
thank them for always sticking around
may it be
from the first day at school, the endless gossips, the after class fun ,college fests to a legit job interview
Celebrate when your friend's youtube channel hits1k,
appreciate them when they bake a cake for the first time,
listen up while they tell you something very dear,
dance and sing with them while they are ******* euphoric.
just be with them in their thicks and thins and remember how they have been there too.
because amidst the hustle,
our hearts will only be pacified by these little gestures, small appreciations and the feeling of being connected to the people we love,
maybe its about loving and showing love that our hearts will always crave for.
-vanshita gogri
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
Trivial things
That make heartbeats sting
That break emotional barriers
And open pathways
To the one who holds
You by her hand
And makes living this life
Fun and exciting
Small things
That create meaningful impacts
That reveal what is hidden
That symbolize affections
Neutralizing negativity
And showing real sincerity
In front of the girl
That turns your world around
Beautiful things
That represent the sweet
Yet thorny twists
Of what real love is
And that through the thicks
And through the thins of life
Total Love and Devotion
Defies all odds and obstacles
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
The particular period of seconds,
minutes, hours, days, weeks,months,
and years for which something has been happening
or which is needed for something to happen
We were born into it
Now we live in its existence
It waits for no creature
constantly
It TICKS
In-spite of your goings and comings
You can never stop its working
Its an enemy to man
Too fast, you can't catch-up with
Once gone, wasted, too bad,, no REMEDY
As you draw closer to the curtain call
What will it be for you?
Happy? or Sad?
When you begin to account why you ignored its constant ticking
The thought of you making it in a rush
Realization comes in
ZERO achievement
Oh! How you tick
Who can stop you?
Written By: Esther Esuga.I
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Bubba is waiting
He’s anticipating
And salivating
Soon he’ll be mating
A blond with blue eyes
Who’s in for a surprise
When he stops to realize
He’s not one of the guys
And once he gets there
Just to be fair
I hope he’s aware
Bubba might share
And no one will care
Wherever he beds
His friends the Skinheads
Will be giving him meds
Betting tails or heads
They’ll have quite a hoot
In and out his **** shoot
With no ****** to boot
And his tears will be moot
Once Bubba tames him
And renames him
Then properly claims him
No one’s gonna blame him
For being a trick
Forced to wear lipstick
And **** *****
The small and the thicks
And he better not bite
Or try to fight
He’ll be quite a sight
They’ll do him up right
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Drowning spectators with hollow eyes,
Crucified demons remain inside,
Trying to be rid of their sullen crimes
Journeys through thinnest of thicks,
The revolting resolution makes all sick,
Burning at both ends of the wick
We are all spared in the eyes of our own
By those of us who share the word "home",
Although, it seems no light has shone,
I can't imagine a place so corrupt,
The fictional realities, this world is ******
I pray for plague, some kind of luck,
To bring about some sort of disaster,
Upon the broken hand of each caster,
Of woe and porcelain alabaster.
All the questions not withstanding,
I remain glad to be not worth saving.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
What an amazing feat that someone as her could love someone as me.
She is gentle and kind yet, hurts so deeply.
The weight she carry's is beyond my thought, it's not so easily shed.
Her tears heavy with pain and I rarely let myself feel, a monstrosity unable of convincing.
Merely a shell walking with an absent conscious, a weakened state of nothing.
While her heart burns with fire from the cosmos, her body flowing effortlessly through asteroids.
Creating planets with her breath, she is a being of life.
A tree with shade and apples for hair, her roots thicks with branches so high connecting her with the stars.
Bringing home bundles of wishes...
Oh, the love I wish I could produce from her sweetened touch; covering me in honey.
Daring me to breathe in life.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
And one day, when you've tried enough,
When you have said sorry again and again,
fly off like a bird and hide in the thicks,
And only let out your song to the world.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC