"whithered" poems
Night's willow, guard me well,
Else the candle is out and I'm back again.
Little birdie, sing me a song,
While you pluck the stars, one by one.
Sky's clear, from there to here,
Hummingbird's safe in all the worlds we share.
Day's wail, there you are again,
The birdie's flown, I hope to see it again.
Willow's whithered, wax is dun.
The song is done, I can't think myself back.
The Sun is up, also the moon,
A remnant of night, less sung about in daylight.
It's real, I think at least,
The birdie's somewhere, woken as same.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
We rage
like hormones
like hyenas in heat
and ruin homes
(not on purpose, just on Fridays)
So grown up,
we're so grown up
with our mature parties
and relationship problems.
Look! I'm pregnant!
I'm oh so grown up!
We puke up jello shooters
and mama's meatloaf,
wipe the whithered corners of pale mouths,
smile
giggle
hazy glazy eyes
in smokey basements and tree houses.
Oh no,
I do not promote it
I only smoke it.
But what can we do?
I must be thin to be ****
drunk to be interesting,
naked to be loved.
We need the skin contact
because God knows we can't communicate by words,
either by tweets
or haphazard ******* in back seats.
We are so grown up
because we accept the filth,
the naughty,
the concepts that un-rad corporate burn outs can't comprehend.
Wisdom in destruction,
life in suicide.
So allow me to fill my nose with shaymen's powders,
so that I may regress
to the days that I was Daddy's ballerina,
and school yard games lacked dark ****** undertones.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
He loves me
He loves me not
The rose is dead
All the petals have been plucked
Careless with love
Just as with the rose
Its no surprise it whithered and died
It was picked
Plucked
Thrown to the ground
As for the rose tho....
Well you know how the story goes
He loves me
He loves me not
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC
Out by the handle
Into the cold
In with a candle
Brave and bold
Out by the handle
Battered and sold
In with a scandal
Whithered and scold
Out by the handle
A little bit old
In with dirt sandles
Covered with mould
Out by the handle
To the door he hold
In with a hand drill
A true story is told
The hinges ******* off
love handles I hold
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
The noise oh the noise there's something in my ears
Or maybe it's in my eyes hiding behind these tears
Your words rip through me like a blade to fresh skin
And nothing I do can stop them they just keep setting in.
The noise oh the noise, there it finally stopped
I just had to drink enough. And there's not a pop
I cannot stand now, but who needs to go when you're finally free
There's Nothing left to listen to, nothing left but sleep
This floor will be enough I suppose, not much else around
But I just can't seem to get comfortable upon this hardened ground.
I hear your footsteps still far away but close enough to fear.
My heart skips a few I need to be sober for when you're near
It's too late as you turn the **** and open up the door
To find me whithered and broken, lying on the floor
You should be calm and pick me up, carry me off to bed
But you never have been calm my dear, instead your ears turn red
The noise oh the noise it's all the ringing in my ears
The blood and pain of course bringing back the tears
I can stop it with a scream but I won't give you that pleasure
I just hold it all in as you pound me to your leisure
I can go about my day and lie about the bruises
Fearing going home to you with your boozes
Your words are fearful enough bringing me to my knees
And your fists finish me off, completing the defeat
I'm not sure how much I can take day after day
There comes a point in life when it's all you can take
So I run now as far as I can 2,000 miles away
And leave you with no words nothing left to say
The noise oh the noise the constant ringing of this phone
Your simple texts and messages. Where the hell have you gone
I'm done, I'm out, another beep on the line
I'm sorry, I love you, but this is good bye.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
We are going to die
Whether you cried out your goodbyes
Or not
Whether you admitted to all your lies
Or not
We are going to die.
One breath a long way ahead
Or just the one in a second or two
Will be our last.
One angry scream a long way ahead
Or yesterday due
Will be our last.
We are going to die.
Whether you had time to reflect on your past
Or not...
Whether your heart whithered too fast
Or not..
We are going to die.
And you could have loved
Or you could have been running away
from love
All your tedious life
And you could have hated
And hated all that you ever had
All your pitiful life
You're going to die
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Oh.....sugar, I say to myself,
How on earth could I forget that?!
I know that sometimes everyone can forget,
But not something as important as this!
As now I stare at the clock, waiting for 5,
Then I can leave,
Leave before it's too late.....
.....Too late, the door opens, slam!
To stand too small or tall is an understatement,
As the wish to vanish becomes near impossible.
"Come with me", the cry says, towerings over all,
I follow, in silence, too small to say anything at all.
Through the door of doom they call it, or the office.
"How dare you think of this", the cry says,
"Ask to leave early on Valentines Day?"
What could I do, the flowers were whithered,
I didnt want to stay, nor to come hither.
So to you I give these flowers,
Old and whithered, you hate?
I'm so sorry, but lets forget that,
As you are still my mate.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 5:04 AM UTC
Lag feels more like laaaaaag
When I'm killing time
It's a waste to spend days waiting
To learn a trade or two
That can only maybe help you
Movies and TV shows
My music is always going going going
Until the battery is dead and gone
Diet coke and french toast
Sickeningly sweet
I've yet to take a bite
Wasting time dreaming
My plans are rotting and drifting
Must do what I have to
Have to learn while I can
Striving and driving into whithered suns
Funy how they all demand
This is how it must be done
But after they lose it they'll say
All they want is to have a little
Youth back to do
Everything they say the young
Are still too young to do
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
I will be kept a dreamer,
With the thoughts of you, like the midnight stars,
Sail along to the city sounds,
And as the light of your smile rises,
Like the sun upon the horizon,
My inhibitions will be blinded,
Lust and love meet with kind greeting,
A kiss to each cheek with coffee and mint breath,
Longing is the mist upon the lake that is my heart,
Full of early morning thoughts and dried up tears,
Salt as ocean waves, from dreams forgoten,
You poison me with a heart beat that is the city night,
I am what whithered trees talk about in passing,
Of what they have seen and adore to see,
A kiss of bitter sweetness, graceful as my lips bleed adoration,
In the fairest of my thoughts, you dance upon my words,
And if my hands were not so far away, my mind in a shallow pool,
They would be showing what I wish the doves I send could show,
My voice but faulty strings, that pray you listen kindly,
If you stayed so close, so I may hear your breath,
Your thorns would be nothing but gracious reminders,
Of beauty akin to scarllett roses,
I would tell upon those lips,
These million dreams in nightmares shaking hand.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 4:13 AM UTC
Day after day
Late mornings
to midday tears
and late nights fears
nothing has changed.
The tree remains a whithered sapling.
It has been so long...
Why will you not grow?
When will you rise far above the dirt that chokes you?
When will you be green again,
When will you be happy again?
When will you bloom and bear the good fruit
that is good to eat?
WHEN WILL YOU BE A TREE?!
So it has come to this.
Have I gotten so lost?
Have I gone mad?
It's a tree.
I am talking to a tree.
You cannot tell a tree when to grow.
You cannot ask a tree questions
and expect answers.
A tree does not speak,
and it does not comprehend
my language.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
I have told you everything
Never have I spoke a lie
Now I watch as my truths
Make it all go awry
Everything I worked for
Whithers to die
The pedals of this flower
Now crisp with death
Crumble in my fist
As I draw a last breath
Your lies were the drought
That ate it alive
My love was the water
As it tried to survive
The ground around us
Now cracked and dried
I attempted to MAKE you love me
I should have never tried
Along with those feelings for you
That I hold inside
Love's Rose has whithered
And now it has died
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 2:08 AM UTC
For the scarred
and whithered Tree
quietly I hum the tune.
Gone in flames
to console those homeless two;
thus unveiling its true beauty
and all the sadness
of this world.
For the selfish and the shallow,
for my
Every
Human
Fellow
quietly I say a prayer.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
It dropped down on my forehead
I saw crimson red.
Red like the roses that burned back then.
I couldn't fathom the reason why
Why she didn't say goodbye
I could only scream and cry.
I sat there unmoved
Like the books in the library unused
Decades unbruised.
I felt like I was forever frozen
In a silence unbroken
Why was there no commotion?
I only heard a ringing
Like I heard back at the beginning
It was nothing but chilling.
Her eyes were dead and gone
Like the daffodils that whithered at dawn
Why did she have to whither alone?
I do recall sensing pain in her voice
There was no rejoyce
Why was this her only choice?
As the timeless seconds pass by
I saw a light that could only amplify
I heard a familiar ringing,I could only comply.
I woke up with tears in my eyes.
I realize as I slowly rise:
It was, again, the dream that never dies.
The dream haunted me as far as I recall
On every night with rainfall,
I only want it to stop once and for all.
I don't care about it's wrenched meaning!
Since it started leaking,
My sanity took quite the beating.
Playing with my crimson red hair,
I start reluctantly prepare
Time to start the day I declare.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
tied by a rock her heart sunk to the bottom of the seabed.
it decayed for a time and it whithered amongst reflections what lingered in the waters.
one morning she cut loose
but no longer could float.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
You tell me that I am special,
Yet you treat me as lesser.
You recite words that "reflect my beauty"
But I've heard you recite such sweet nothings to others.
You demand to know my feelings
Only to cast yours in disguise.
You praise the "wonders" of my mind
Though when I speak you never listen.
You describe having me as your "greatest decision" and "luckiest find" - you had the gall to tell me I was your rare gem stone, one of a kind.
However I know I am nothing more than option.
Your sweet words and charming romance
May fool your other rare gems,
But my heart is beat and whithered.
Actions speak louder than words Darling -
Your words so full
Your actions scream silence.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
When no wind whirled,
Without whistles in the sky,
They fell down,
silently on the ground,
the withered leaves.
Just like promises,
Greenery fades away,
priorities shift,
and they still lay.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
I want no surer ***** than your arms
You shared my happiness
The rose in my garden whithered,
But your love stayed strong.
The only beauty that is forever
Your angelic coming into my life
The only day of sunshine,
Yet never blinding.
I promise to love you compassionately
You're my forever
In your heart, I promise to stay forever
I promise to keep our candle burning
Seeing you in the crowd
Noticing your flowery smile
I picked a bright rose
A rose that keeps my heart alive
Our special day
The joining of us
Our vows from the heart
Moments I'll always hold dearly
You have become mine
I have become yours
I promise you,
Patience, understanding and tolerance.
I promise you sunshine,
I promise you little rain,
But I promise calmness for all storms,
Giving my hearts deepest devotion.
You're my best friend
I promise to give you the best of myself
Come rain
Come sunshine
Our love shall be stronger than hate
Our hearts shall beat as one
Our love,
A great sum than two in love.
I'll love you all my life
Meeting you,
I was touched by an angel,
Ending the bitterness of my heart.
Your love has me sure
Your love has brought purity to my heart
You make my sing
The angels in heaven sing hallelujah to our love
I stand at this altar,
Pouring my heart,
Telling my beloved,
The desired of my heart to our everlasting love.
I shall carry our love with me
I shall carry your heart with me
I love you
I shall say it at least once a day
I searched for good and beautiful
I found you
I searched for peace
I found you
Your heart
Where I'll always be
All I want is us,
Together forever.
Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
The look of the face
Of a man I want to end
Let your energy ascend
Yelling at your wife
Questioning my ability
Not one gentle bone
Lies behind your whithered skin
You're a fool
To be so bitter
I await the day you leave
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I’m going solo
in these mind games that
you’re not even playing
but it seems you’ve bet me.
My air is tight,
I have no spur to run for you
because you know you’ll get beyond me.
Before I even realise that you
left me miles behind
still wading hopelessly waiting for you
in this whithered race.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
The rose blushed at her prime
With brilliant colors like chimes
Petals burst with poised beauty
Spreading fragrance as duty
Spring luxuriated its admiring gazes
Rose petal with curling edges
Were all ready to fall as whithered
As the chill breeze blowed
Rose was disappointed at her rim of petals
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC