"verly" poems
To applauding of the stars
the pleasing sight of God
Mesmerising were the words spoken on
to have loved, to have once been in love.
To as a Queen; ruling my heart
she—black beauty, as the blanket dark of
night; filled in angel’s stars.
Mystic dust, upon the early virtue of time.
To have loved so young.
To have tasted a fruit of passion
minor still, but a major experience
That which is in present, a memory entangled
in my dreams. I’m restless,—
As my lips quiver of a then long before
Longing presently; ‘verly for more
As so—how could I ever forget...
forget the first I kissed a girl!
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 4:55 AM UTC
The pools of eyes; like tears of a sea,
the virtue of dreams. Morals in the
pursuit of laurels.
Even with the strength of Hercules,
still weakened as only being human; in part.
In solitude of dark thought—a deathless
night, looms like a menace of juvenile desire.
Lust and confusion, a drudgery of chasing eyes.
Such a defiance of love: Clinginess of flesh wanting
flesh—vexations of our once selves.
_We've all been young._
Nurture maturity, to teach those behind early,
for their grapes to be full in seasonal vines.
Teach 'em as due course,
as 'verly so, you've once been taught.
As a given,
an open hand of the gift of handing
down wisdom.
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 3:04 PM UTC