"torns" poems
They say that love fits like a glove.
But love doesn't fit like a glove.
We fit into dozens of gloves throughout our lives.
We use a new pair every winter,
We cherish them when the cold hits
But when the trees turn back to green
The scarves fall to the floor
We forget about sweaters and warm blankets…
The gloves disappear somewhere in a closet where we can never find one or the other again.
It doesn’t bother us.
We buy a new pair.
Miss the warmth of the previous one,
Maybe miss the familiarity of a pair that fit perfectly for a while but then…
Then we forget.
And it goes on and on.
So love doesn’t fit like a glove.
Love doesn’t fit.
Love torns.
But it is so worth it
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
I am calm in my ways
I never react to any disgrace,
I rarely give my point of view
And still I never find a clue.
I am calm to life's surprises
I never reckon presented chances,
I just see everything lightly
To preserve my deep serenity.
I've always been calm and collected
I never mind if I've been rejected,
Neither do failures nor flaws can break
A heart that's always been at stake.
I see to it that I stay calm
I never put my life to any palm,
Mine has always been so precious
Even when the world can get so tedious.
But now I don't understand everything
All that has lately been happening,
Clueless faces and secretive smiles
Speaking eyes, a look that guiles.
Responses can shiver you straight to the bone
Bizarre lines he can never hone,
Sly endeavors of reaching a star
Minding not how hard and far.
My inner conscience's set to commotion
Not even ready for a straight revelation,
When the time comes an iceberg breaks
A smile could be shown by a girl who fakes.
How about the first one to make me know
That life is just a playful show,
Everything could be played with roses and gun
When a problem arises you can always run.
Comparisons are made of which is which
Torns that have been made, how can I stitch?
When all the pieces seem to be badly fragile
Is there a chance to put them still?
Well I don't really mind if confusions linger
All the shocks in the world, I'll never be a receiver,
'Cause they might all get knotted in my complicated mind
These impossible problems and trials of any kind.
Still I hope everything going to be fine
Whoever is that deserving star to shine,
But take note that I never give it all
Always cautious of a painful downfall.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Foreign paths
Meant for exploration
Alongside another soul
Leave droplets filled with despair
splashing on unheld hand.
On foreign paths I pray
wholeheartedly
That our paths would intertwine
That fate won't leave me
Hanging on a twine
Sparing two hands.
On foreign paths
I can't grasps
the intangible line
Between the start and the end.
Lined with flowers,
torns attached.
On known paths you've done
part of your job.
You taught me to "fish"
But did not stay
To see me catch a thing.
In the midst of known and foreign paths
You didn't see me failing miserably
Wailing
Not at my failure
but at your leaving.
(c.c)
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
I hear the rain outside
while I'm lying in my bed.
I hear the wind outside
while my soul torns apart.
I hear the thunders outside
and I'm feeling numb again.
I hear the sound when drops crash the ground.
I want to cry but I can't.
I hear the world outside
but I can't be part of it.
So I just listen in silence.
I just listen.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, souls shatter up too:}
dear heart on glass
dear hands on a stance
dear soul on torns
dear fingers on tires
dear mind on empty
dear thoughts on screams
dear God on the heavenly winters
my pen is hindered
because of the dreams I refuse to remember
too hard for me to surrender
to cage my fury into fonts of lavender
I want them back
demand the need demand the lack
of the splutter of my nerves on the thrilling track
can life become more lifeless than that???!!!
want my body on a panic attack?
or the blades to sharpen their steeps their venture
to cut deep to flush the ink and stain it on keep
or maybe an abandonment
shut of the door they said they inclined
tires no more for a feel
-------ravenfeels
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
A loveable mask
Admirable in all eyes
But desiteful beyond doubts
A burden for the masked
But a hope to smile
And hurts forgotten
A rae view of life
The fear at everynight
To see it's mask fall
Like the hope of a dieing patient
To never see the sunlight again
A single wish in it's eyes
To fing happiness unmasked
A life of rose when masked
A life of thorn when unmasked
Thou reach out for the rose
But behold he holds a treacherous rose
With just an artificial beauty
Which sills thou's heart in internal torture
A wish to turn back time
To adapt to the torns
Which within it is hidden happiness
But thou can only regret
Cuz as time passes by
The treacherous rose fades away
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
My heart was build of stones
Layered by tons of stings and thorns
Soaking with venomous bloods of red indian scorpions
Pumping through the veins
Once again
Being with me lead your life's adorn?
Trust me, your hopes will die in pain of torns.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
In the paradox of the beginning of time,
God gave Grace green grass.
To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine,
To spread this green fern around the world at last.
Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth,
Green grass for the world as a new birth.
To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy.
A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch,
Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy.
But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much.
Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom,
And the descendants of Grace where few.
Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons
So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true.
Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,
Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water.
Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow.
Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas,
Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities.
Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns.
With no other actions but to stay small in size.
In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men,
Causing them to fall in folly and contempt.
But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past,
Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
I want a white rose
Sharp torns
Long stem
Placed at the edge of her bed
I fell for her sultry essence
Violent love making
Sensual tongue that licked my neck
While her hips ****** against mine
Without shame using the lords name in vain
Im lost for words
She was my addiction i so willfully gave into
We released our anger & frustration within four walls
Finishing with our last deep breaths
Covered in sweat
I want her to awake to that white rose & long stem
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
"Hmmm..."
A snipe of thought that sigh my heart
Breaking the cartilage in pieces
Letting the blood drip in torns
Striping me of my smile
Yet I force out one
That stray off in miles
The loose of her suckling child
Throw a hard blow
Right beneath the belt of labor
The look on her face
The ravishing hope
Her smile that lit up hers
All went out dark
Taste of pain saddles
At the right wreath of her teeth
She mourn in silence
Yet,in distress
When she lay to rest
Ewatomi agonizing scream
Tears her bleeding heart
Her dreams took a mare shape
Either night or day
She would yell out of sleep
Searching all corners and nooks
For the dead bear
Her sanity seems flashing out of her
The pain of labor stung too often
Once she murmurs to herself
Twice she gives out a loud sigh
"Ewatomi".. An inscription
That often ends each sigh
And as for me
Who watched her glow away in pain
And fed from her hurt
My heart filled with mournings
I could only repress mine
To help heal ours
For what indeed could be compared
To the agony of labor
And the wrecking pain attached
To not been able to withhold the bear you gave life
Cos the sailing of death's ship
Had visit with a loud bang...
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
I feel you
whenever my mind perceives
thousands of thoughts
I feel you
whatever my heart accepts
unending greys and torns
I feel you
whoever speaks to me
the way in between of black & silver
I can still feel you
even I have the guts to put gravity on you.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
If we are to plunge sinful deep into the fiery pits;
This room is fully empty imma go with half eyelids;
Ten fathoms deep sullen and angst ridden on the roadway to hell;
With a fist full of soul candy that makes your spirit swell;
And on my arrival I will greet the cereberus with my bag of bones;
Filled with much regrets before I prayed for unforgotten atones;
I will whistle my swan song walking across its grotesque corridors;
While wailing souls orchestrating with me as they try to sing along;
I payed my dues..Well not maybe?but who cares to collect? to come to me;
I have been abused feelings misused the attitude branded my character they see;
Too little too early I am too far young to die;
If you gonna be the death of me that is how I wanna go and that's no lie;
So I woke up wrongly in this ****** up world that torns me;
So let me walk my own ******* fate go ahead stop me and you'll see;
Ten thousand chaos in a heartbeat will rain down on you;
From best to worst art of filleting skin,incisions and decapitations too;
Are you impressed where my words came from so undivine and unearthly?;
Google it quick search! every bit returns a seconds worth of zero query
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Living life is like walking in a rush Bush.
Somedays are made with roses and sweet fragrance,
Filled with Joy and laughter.
Somedays we trample over the torns,
Leaving us heartbroken and sad.
Most days are made up of both,
Though the torns rip you
There are some Roses to heal you.
Roses or torns, we were made strong enough to walk on both.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Yea when times get tough and rough
I knows there's one thirst who's never in a bluff
Talk right to ya tiny bubbles
Take a sip of the forty
To ease the trouble
Visions slowly in aqua boogie
I'm seeing spirits near me
Or maybe it's because I'm tipsy
I tried to kiss a ghost
But couldn't find where her lips be
Gotdamn I'm feelin' gypsy
Drinking slow as my spirit began
To flow manifest my demons
Hiding inside my head screaming
Uh they tag teaming
But I'm just drifting and dreaming
On a bad memory
Scorns and torns from the enemies
I ain't ready to stop sippin
Man I'm tripping got triple visions
Its me myself and eye
Seen my fourth eye glancin the room
Filled with gloom
Gave a me drunk dance to heal the womb
But my room was empty so
Who the **** was talking to me?
Maybe *** I'm too drunk
Or it's my conscious speaking to me
Seems what it is it made sense
My souls got tinglish
Every time I take a sip of the Old English
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
When I was born, I may just have slept
Between a bed with torns and petals
One side beign heaven
The other hell
So if in my sleep, I turn to torns
I may bleed to awake in pain
And if I turn to petals
I may continue to peacefully sleep
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
I am like the bee,
gives you honey,
so sweet but
stings as you
cross allowed boundaries.
I am like
the rose flower,
gives my fragrance
freely but careful
you must be.
I'm not without
my torns and
will pirece your
fingers for
your carelessness.
I'm a gentle loner
just like the scorpion,
don't walk all
over me or
step on me
as if I'm
a weakling or
pick me up
because of my fragile
nature or I'll be your
near death experience.
I'm like the
stinging nettle,
I'll decorate your skin
with my deadly marks
and make you dance
even when there's
no music playing.
And like the
beautiful ivy flower,
poisonous and deadly,
don't ever harrass me
by plucking my leaves,
to feed on
or you'll be dead
in a second.
Stop messing with
everything in sight
just because you think
you are superior.
Even the little porcupine
can chase away
the strongest lion.
Even as i'm tiny
as corona virus,
I'm able to
chase everyone into
their homes and
lockdown the whole world.
All the weapons
fashioned by man
is useless against me.
And woe betide you
if you dare show
your face outside.
I'm as selective
if you keep
and maintain a
social distance.
You must maintain
asepsis by proper
handwashing and wear
your ninja mask.
And when i
see your blood,
i may have mercy
and passover you
by reason of your
bloodtype and immune system.
©2020,Emeka Mokeme.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
I was a torn
poking into your side
a constant reminder
you needed to get rid of me
but little did you know
I was a beautiful flower
just needing to grow
you threw me away
i found my own soil to plant in
i became that beautiful flower
all on my own
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
love is a red rose.
flowing blood came from the torns,
petals falling off.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
In His arms, I only find refuge
When everything trembles down, when the sun didnt rise, when the moon disappears, when the stars hide, and when the problems are huge, His loves didnt fail to show, it overflows
In His lips only love can hear
When my sight lost, when i cannot hear the call of the world, when feelings fade, taste dysfunction, when you can no longer bear, it echoes in your mind, His love is always there.
In His Name hopes are born
When the world are full of garbage, when people didnt respect, nature's damage, wars are welcomed, when the roads spread with torns, You gave assurance that this will past and Your new Kingdown from Heaven will go down and forever lasts.
You show to us the heaven and earth's authority
The cycle of sins and repentance, irresistible things the world can offer, the death is alluring, but Your love's infinity is also shown in the verge of reality, that You are a loving God without scrutiny.
Words are not enough to express your perfectness
You are a refuge to a lost soul, a lips for love, a hope like a Dove, and an authority's call.
All because You are a God, a perfect God.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
If I were to live, truly live, I'd passionately comply to
Acknowledge every flower in my path, with their torns or not;
Appreciate their simplicity and beauty that drips uncontrollably;
And admire all their fine details: From the smell that fills me till I suffocate,
To their color that infatuates me,
And gently brushes my soul,
Leaving me oh so entangled
In so much beauty, in so much perfection.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
you can't see it
if you don't look it with your heart
the tears in the picture flow inside me silently
silent screams are unheard
but it burns deeply
the torns of pain
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC