"wispher" poems
Baby bump, little baby bump
She is so happy, very very happy
It is her first time to be a mom
And she doesn't want to be ******
She's excited to see her 1st born
9 months, it will take 9 months
Girl or boy, sure she will adore
9 months, it is only for 9 months
Everyday she talks to her angel
Sings a song or tells a story
She always wispher Mommy loves you baby
Wanting to reassure the little angel
Days are fast and the long wait is over
The gift of life is about to be unwrap
Little angel is about to be born
Little angel will bring smile to the world
The sky is beginning to light up
But there are still stars dispersed in the firmament
In the vast universe, a new gift carying her blood
She's so moved that she couldn’t stop crying
What a lovely sound she heard
The first cry sounded like an angel’s trumphet
The most beautiful melody of the moment
The music of the gift of life
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
*my confusion is one illusion,
my lifes a soap opera,
if there was one shoulder to lean on,
one arm to go around the lips to wispher to me everything will be okay,
confused by love,
confused by the work of life,
expressions of the lyrics of every song is everything i relate to,
happy i am not but nor am i unhappy,
this worlds delusional.
lifes a dangerous love affair,
i break the rules so i dont care*
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
Maybe i should stop reading your
poems
because everytime i do
i always find myself commenting,
being dragged to my past,
and wishing to share my thoughts with you.
It is so hard dealing my heart
wisphering "i miss you too".
Its like a semi earthquake,
vibrating at all time,
and i know that it is
an emotional call
you keep on sticking around,
and i try blocking you off,
but somehow i still hear my heart wispher
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
An incongruous effect when upset
Creates a huge distance between two hearts
Even screaming doesn't relay the message.
That’s why people just whisper when they are in love.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
I have been sitting here
Trying to think of all the reasons why I think you love me
I have been sitting here in this confused air
Trying to figure out if its hot or cold
Oh big bright sun in the middle of these winter african skies
Not a sound,not a laughter,not a wispher
Nobody is here except me and these 5 little birds
Chirping and singing,flying about in this quiet place
It feels so safe, at last that monster won't come and wispher in my head
This beauty
So serene
Just the wind moving
Trees dancing as he moves by
Joining in the party of liberty
One more day to live and breathe
Oh big bright Sun in the middle of these African winter skies....
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.
In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"
In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC