"verged" poems
you are the man of the lean and meaner
and I am just a woman of misdemeanor
holding such attributes of will and power
each time I wander my confidence got smaller
handling ill times with a gentle caress of ease
my effort and failed attempts carried away with the afternoon breeze
the moment arose when you saw my face
acceleration sped up in my heart as it ran at a dangerous pace
instant affection created in a glace held for seconds
I had forgotten your face, until this very moment of minuscule bond
you were perfect in image, as those words continue to prove true
my love once hidden, arose from my perennial blues
once timid and meek, my personality had changed
for the emotions I once secured, were now rearranged
the feelings, so fragile, balanced at the corner
verged yet to tip, or be caught a lusted figure
cards carefully played, laid out on the table
only left to draw, and find emotion in your poker face if I am able
slipping in stubbornness, you smiled ever so sweet
I knew right then, my heart had hope, however meek
my soul fits yours, and the hearts can meet
one day together, and I shall no longer be the meek
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
He had no insight into the mysteries
Of the gilded sports
Of the British social elite,
By the time he arrived at his beloved college,
Long, long ago in a long-forgotten England,
And in later years, when he looked back at his beloved college,
He'd insist if he possessed a single quality
That might be termed noble
He owed it to his education,
And not least the four years he spent there,
And there’d be times when certain pieces
Of quintessentially English pastoral music
Still had the power to evoke his strange and sudden flight,
While seeming to him to bespeak a passion
For the Arcadian soul of England that verged on the ecstatic,
And others when he’d dream of a day
He might return to the scene of his flight as if in atonement,
And commune with the soul of his beloved England,
With a passion verging on the ecstatic,
And then put the memory to rest for all time,
For he absconded once...just the once it was...
To avoid being chastised for something foolish he did,
And he finished up wandering, forlornly wandering,
His boots freshly caked with the purest English soil,
Long, long ago in a forgotten field in England.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
There was an oasis,
With a yawning void.
There was a somber forest
I attempted to avoid.
There was a time
I did not know,
If the fault was mine
Or what should I sow.
Every so often I felt a hight tide
That seemingly tried to stifle me,
I was dazed and torpid, thus not able to decide
On which path I was ought to be.
I awaited the eventide,
To be in quiescence,
And to be noticed by a superior force,
From who I could receive an awakening message.
The stars above me did not glimmer,
My vision was vague,
Suddenly something inside me started to simmer,
And I was about to be amazed.
The inanition verged into energy,
Vivid colors surrounded me on my way.
My path was finally assured
And paved with bright solar rays.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Deceleration of my sigh,
In church , A priest with a cassock,
Averred his massive lesson,
"Life , a maze or meander"
Thee in life chapter,
Caged in unexpected labyrinth,
A diversion in everyone's life,
Why? "Verged on obsession"
For beloved love ,
In strength of malice,
Bah ! Stabbing thou parent's heart,
For that lowly bubble relationship.
Thy spellbound to tyrannous friendship,
Swound , with a fissure in your brain,
For that loon, For that false friend,
You keep aside the whole world.
By thou Senator,
All fair in Almighty's home,
Incident always strand your life,
Which open your blind eyes.
Quoth the Priest,
" With o'er taking wings,
Chase your dreams and humanity,
Make your Parent elated "
Live with reminiscents for smile,
"Make a go of it "
"Rise to fame and Fortune"
To touch only the pious dust of Almighty's feet.
My Allah , heal these artless creatures,
Till the doom doomsday,
Keep them out of this cruel lifely labyrinth,
Keep blessing them with your holy benediction.
💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
When it started,
About her hair,
About his car,
The crew had its eyes widened,
Mouth opened, ears sharper than ever.
As the topic veered around,
Verged on alleys, water and turf,
About the deprived development,
Lacking boiling blood and sweat,
Soon
The
Crowd
Disappeared.
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 2:25 AM UTC
Oh how many times I verged on insanity,
I wanted to send my hearts notice,
Everyday,
But I convinced myself that,
There won't be a reality where ,
You remotely still have feelings for me,
So my heart goes unheard,
And my voice slowly starts to shake,
For there is so much I wanted to tell you.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC