"witting" poems
Un-Thrifting Essence, what of Loneliness
Allows the Hill across to bend and weep?
Who is to blame? Are you the Sorceress
Drawn to cast an Un-Witting Spell so deep?
These are all but Questions; If I may add
Failed on Writ, yet convenient to Subject
Here is the Adjective I thought I had
But the Spell did lie thus made to reject
My Immortal Covenant: To Keep you,
Dearest Talent; A Servant's Dud I make
Within a shadow shines a Brighter Hue,
A Promise I no longer will Forsake:
Though in Essence always revealed un-been
I am that Shadow never revealed un-seen.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
A Zealot Beauty,
Young Cat,
Xerxes Dolts,
Witting Earnestly the Very Ulterior Feelings,
Truly God Signs Her Rights Into
Quacksalver
Just Pretending Killing Omnipotence Leads New Money
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
Thee gnome had called
hymm mein flatterer, then
an ape fight for quills, to be
or naught, hidden by a hive
patch of bramble. Do ordinance
iris search of apart theorhetic sea,
Adeiu mostly, can wearwolves
as sultry be known to chew
rawhide bones teethlesslee.
Gather by a dared deity
of A Roman's antiquity,
all of course to femine
posterity. An Aye for Aye,
a sythe to seize do naught
ii and cling. For better is yet
to OyYea' and I, causes instantly
be and bee.
cliche toupee'
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Whoso tells Wyatt, I know where is an hart,
And as for me, to hope I shall.
The oblivious bidding of my time Does weary me sore.
I'm of them, a rose amidst daisies.
Yet not I knows which ails me more;
To be a rose with a thorn or a thorn with a rose.
Do not deter my hart from pursuit
For his quarry has long sought it.
Unrequited love you fuss?
Anonymity of being in a forest of Daisies I whine.
Flee from you I choose, to draw Hither to him, I seek.
"I pertinent ad meridiem" but to Whom I choose.
In his shadows I tread, Wyatt let thy Fleeting hart be witting.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
a witting clap
echoes
flocks of letters
take flight
words'
remainders
to gather
to lit a fire
within the night
smoke
above the canopies
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
I always feel scared when my family tell others that I enjoy to write because all my life, I've always heard writers go no where.
I've always felt scared to share my witting, because every word I've put in has an emotional connection to my thoughts.
I'm scared to share my thoughts with others, because it seems to be that everything I say is stupid and I turn out to be the duff.
It scares me to think about losing my mom, because my mom has been my everything to me since the day I was born.
The thought of having to face my dad scares me, because he was nothing but evil in my life and I don't want that back.
I'm scared of the dark, because lies and deception don't happen in the day light and it makes me think bad happens in the dark.
I'm scared of getting very depressed (again), because when life gets to the point of all you wanna do is cry, nothing is right.
life scares me, because you can't turn on the news without hearing that someone was killed and I don't wanna raise kids in this world.
life is scary and I can't do it on my own.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
I met my love in a pub
Drinking a pint of brew
He swept me off my feet
We fell in love before we knew
Romance so sweet
However I had a major problem an issue
He had a tattoo of his exwife's name
On his upper arm
TRISH
I was not happy about this
Out witting an unwilling participant
is not a piece of cake
We both are head strong people
a miracle it would take
The humiliation was my cause of alarm
We needed to find an immediate solution
To cease further harm
We were at odd on opposite sides of a revolution
My darling man of reason Wanted to clear the air
He wanted to be fair
He Wondered how he would feel if his wife had
Another mans name for every season
With a wink and a smile I sweetly suggested
he put a line under the letter T
He said HELL NO I'm not Irish
Quickly the conversation regressed
I held my temper But stood my ground
I smiled spoke in my sweetest voice
The patience I found
Leaving him little to no choice
Well dear I'm not TRISH
Resolution my only wish
The day is done
A clever girl has won
Sublime heart and mind
Contentment For all of time I would find
Was it such a large price to pay?
What would you do or you say?
To resolve this situation in an amicable way
35 years of marital bliss
Came down to this
A simple line I drew
in the preverbal sand
An't love grand
My darling Lad drinks a pint of brew
to celebrate St Patrick's Day
To pass the time away of the change of his Tattoo
This story not many knew
Happy wife happy life
A Tattoo is forever think twice
Your decision is for life
Now my Irish pappy
Not Irish happy
Wears his arm on his sleeve
A learned lesson to believe
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
Precious caring lovely being
Don't let angst take hid within you
Precious soul of perfect mind
Witting so as a geek
Precious lil soul
Of a precious mind
Don't let em massacre your precious mind
For you are a star
Precious soul
Lunatic lil soul
Of great pleasure & Majesty
For long lives your soul
For it is far more precious
For a precious being like you.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC