"woed" poems
Die ou kniee knak en kraak
en maak geraas
, maar sal sukkel-sukkel teen die rand
hou om jou te dra.
**** *** ek kriekbeen,
in die laatnag na jou vra.
My ribbes is marimbas,
uitgehonger vir die hokmaak
van 'n antieke snaardrom hart.
Wat nou met mening elke been
se noot raak slaan en hammer
asof opnuut gevorm en gespeen.
En tog die kop raas soos
basyn geskal en bomval,
want binne woed die stryd
van goed teen kwaad.
Ek speel vir jou 'n simfonie:
Die lirieke dalk af, maar tog op maat.
Ag ek's sommer simpel,
dis die liefde wat so praat...
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
On an empty street, I once walked by a playground,
Abandoned in the night by the morning's children,
In silence, I can still hear the echoes of useless banter and spontaneous laughter.
Now dormant, redundant in the memory,
It woed and cried in the winter's chill,
This playground on an empty street could not forget the warmth of the sun under the tarp of moonlight.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
***
When you think
Maybe, we ~
Are
Forlorn
For the time-
Being cruel to us
In most heartwrenching
Wonderful impossible
Way
love, Love, _
Never was I yours
To come at your
Thresholds
Blushed a little bit
Over my sunlit cheeks
Holding in my hand
A Damascus Rose
For my beloved~
For you
A jazzy blues done
None plus no one
Gets the whole bush
Unless walking hand in hand
Through garden divine
Loving
Like
Icecold queen n' king
Siddharta within our seams
Yet, I turn in my dreams
And look straight
In those lovely
Flames
Portruding in me
Fireflies lit
For me
To you
Cosmos exists as a play
Of darkness through
Light
Hurting me
Again
No
More
~~~~~~
Please
~~~~~
For a begining
You gently touch
My wrist, holding
It with desire
And say
- Here
You
Are -
My twin~flame!!
A
Long
Awaited
Wonder
This Day Is
Magnetic
Grip
. . .
Unutterly
Unyeilding
Pulling me close within
Your chocolate
Emerald wisdom
Vishnu Inevitability
Embrace
Emitting radiance
Embraced for as long
As we need to please
The almighty & amazing laws
Of physics
Nodding
In approval of
.
.
.
Weeee-_-omens
***
= =
Woed by
Thunderous pounds
Blood in our veins
Burning like the
Ocean waves
Rhythmic pace
Dreamy foams as
Satin
Lace
Overwhelming Us
Courageous
Navigators of
Our starry midnights
Building the arch of
Invisibility
For the rest
of the
World
Our tent
Under satin~silk
Is heavens
A
Relationship
Beautifully
Playful
Extraordinaire
& Serene***
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
It rained outside,
Me sheltered beneath a bridge.
I took a look around
And saw a tree up on a ridge.
It stood solely, solemn there,
The tree itself already downed;
Cut and brought away,
At this thought I frowned.
I let my eyes go on
And raised them to the sky.
Gray and dark and cold
Looked at those clouds high.
With tranquilizing drips
Fell the heavy rain
As if it would weep
For that poor tree‘s pain.
There were many of us
Who sheltered ourselves there.
The trunk all exposed outside,
I thought it wasn‘t fair.
It was a freezing day
But I was, as always, not cold.
I stood there, listening,
To a bird that sung so deeply woed.
It was narrow there,
But if I had been alone,
I would have stayed for an eternity
Thinking of my beloved ones.
This tree yonder, I thought,
It must have hosted once birds that used to sing.
Now it‘s gone, and the birds will be, one day, too.
And that, I thought, is a sad thing.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 1:17 PM UTC
so i write to you my confession...
to speak loudly and clear.
for so long, under such suppression,
damnation i had to fear.
greatly i have wronged you,
in more unutterable ways than one.
the truth of my infidelities
have yet to come undone.
i write to you my confession...
of a man of twenty-eight,
my lustful thoughts woed me,
actions i reprobate.
i write to you my confession...
of a man of twenty-two.
in which i spoke salacious words,
a man who is not you.
i write to you my confession...
of heinous and deliberate lies,
knowing quite well the manipulation
would lead to your demise.
i write to you my confession...
recite what you dont know.
the body that belongs to you,
i proceed to show.
i write to you my confession...
for i no longer wish to hide.
my words, my thoughts, my actions,
may now all coincide.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 2:46 PM UTC
Love, if I cry it will not matter,
If I weep you will not suffer.
Honey, when you laugh; I do not care
and when you flinch, I do not move.
Death, Yes you! Take my husband well,
For he is none more than the word pitiful.
Unto thine I am a classic material-
Mearly here for thine image.
Unto thine woed, am I?
For I do not blink
and not do I smile;
I am far past filled by thine not feeling.
I am a cotton dropped on floor-
soaking in everything I touch,
Everything I breathe;
Whilst feeling any feeling at all.
I am a whiteboard marker pen, getting used up daily dry.
I am salt in the bath-
slowly disolving,gone.
I am the darkness in the night,
Giving way to another day.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
met nat oë en stem rasper-hees
sal sy my eers
met kaneel en gemmer genees
met swaar lyf en kop wat klop
salf sy my eers
met heuningwoorde gesond
en wanneer die lewe my hoogtak-drome snoei
bewerk sy my sodat ek opnuut kan groei
met die seer wat nog so rou in haar talm
bid sy eers die onrus in my kalm
en ek weet saans ween en woed
onverbiddelike storms
in haar gemoed
en dan soggens uitgespoel en broos
is sy nooit te swak om haar kroos
eersmaal te troos
vir speelgrond wond of hart wat breek
terwyl daar dubbeltjies soveel dieper
in haar insteek
die plooikuiltjies waar daar gedurig riviere deurgeloop het
vir elke afvlerkkind
die lyntjies waar sy op die mooiste wyse
haarself met ander verbind
waar sy soveel ander se seer verberg
ten spyte van alles wat dit van haar verg
hier sit ek stil en verwonder my
aan Ma se halfweghuis hart wat altyd oopbly
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Di storm, di woed
Di wind, di huil
Ruk di mure soos hy hardloop omi hys
Wat sal wees sal staan
Hu diep is ons wortels
Is di fondasi stewig
Saggies en versigtig sluip x nader
Da sit vrees omring deur sy makkers
Trots op homself
Hy kry my oorhand
Vandag behoort geveg aan ju
Ma more verklaar x my oorwinning
In god se naam n met god se krag
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
She was once a ruthless Amazon
She fought for pride and honor
War was the norm
The battle was always raging
Then a liar came along
Disguised as a lost prince with a dark past
He won her over
Made her believe she was a Queen
The once Amazon warrior fell for the fake prince
He dazzled her with kisses and touching words
And the heart she thought to be dead
Beated with a burning passion
Her love burned for the "prince"
With a wicked smile he told her the truth
Told her he never loved her
Told her all he said was lies
He ripped her heart out
Laughed when she began to weep
The poor Amazon Queen fell to the ground
She clutched her old battle ax
Saw the warrior she once was
With an agonizing cry she slammed her ax onto the ground
Through the broken ground ****** tears spewed out
She drowned in her crimson tears
As the fake prince woed another innocent heart
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I see
the glint of happiness in your eyes,
the hidden truth behind your lies.
I smell
the enticing fragrance of your perfume,
the one she breathes,morning till noon.
I hear
the promises and secrets you proclaim
the way you laugh inside, is this your favourite game?
I touch
my tingling skin, where you planted a trail of roses
my chest, heaving
up, down
up, down
I taste
your kiss of death,
the very kiss you planted
on my lips
the very kiss that
destroyed me
woed me
but most importantly
killed me.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
You stole into my life at a time I needed someone like you the most. Like a secret admirer you woed me. As in days of old, you coaxed an emotion from deep within me, I thought long dead. Little lover's notes, preciously needed. You awakened love's passion I so carefully kept locked. Deceitfully and pleasurably you allowed me to awaken. Lustfully I awaited the next lover's note, dreaming secretly of a chance meeting. Uncaught moments of daydreams, carried me to places unknown, caught in unbridled passion. Then, alas. Eros chanced our moment of truth. In one single heart beat, all created movement, held their breath...... Murphy has come to claim his law..... Without the need to look at a face, I heard your voice. Like from afar I felt all my unbridled moments rush into me, and I knew it was you, my secret admirer. No amount of dreams or preparation could change Fate's hand played. I felt my heart cry a single tear in silence. How cruel a role need can play.... AND I STILL DESIRE YOUR TOUCH..... Your voice stroked my skin like velvet. And in all of this heart beat moment, I knew we will always remain a secret.... AND I LONG FOR YOUR WORDS...... You brought passion back to life. Slowly letting me feel my way back to trust, allowing me to feel emotions accused as deceitful.... AND I HUNGER FOR NIGHTS LOST TO THIS WORLD...... Then cold brutal reality started to show its ugly face..... AND AGAIN MY HEART CRIES.... MORE THAN JUST ONE TEAR.... We can never be more than a secret. Secret lovers..... How I long to have you just one more night till the sun rises and truth and reality burns its way back in..... AND ALL MY HEART'S CRIES TOUCHES MY SOUL AND MY TEARS SCREAM FOR MY SECRET LOVER TO RETURN........ But Murphy claimed another of his laws. And memories are left to recall with a bitter sweet smile...... BEATIFUL YOU THAT CAN NEVER BE WITH OR FOR ME....... And again I walk alone........ And still I feel you when you near....... BEAUTIFUL YOU
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC