"wooven" poems
3am in the morning and I'm strolling
you walk by looking like the choosen
eye contact and the chemistry explodin
body language speaking loudly, smiling as I close in
sundress, hair tied, matching purse looking wooven
pretty lips, beautiful satin eyes that matching your clothin
slim waist, thick thighs
hypnotized by your vibes
love at first sight
from first sight of your eyes
ask you where you from
as I walk you home
the more we talk, the more we vibe
before you know it, I'm sitting on your sofa
our hands are all over, lips are getting closer
mouths open wipe, bodies begging for closure
instinct taking over, bodies getting closer
climaxes reaching closure
laying side to side
and then its
over
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Your face bring permanence
to the colours of spring.
You make my fate to
bow down to me.
If i have your sorrows, those
of the universe mean nothing to me.
Your love make my days and nights
look like wooven in silk and brocade.
You are my alma-mater of love
who teach me the purity of love.
You doesn't make my heart to skip a beat
infact you add more to them.
Your face give me tranquillity
in this hubbub world...
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
No matter how
past hurts molding us
our twinsouls remain like
precious children bonds
staying lifetimes linked
sometimes as a blessing
unexpectedly
arriving
we can't get either one
of them out from our heart
Perhaps its only human
to remain ever linked
in the arena of
attachments
to heavenly or hellish
bonds unconsciously
wooven in us
like me unto you
simply missing my mark
failing to seize my moments
all mine for the taking! Happily ever after! eternal bliss
forever missed
"to deny love is an eternal loss
it has no reparation
neither in time nor in eternity."
ancient DeJa-Vu! love!
please take your masks off fear not.
~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
revised 2/26/2020
written 2019.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Your love make my days and nights
look like wooven in silk and brocade
Your face bring permanence
to the colour of spring
You add more beats to my heart
You are my alma- mater of love
who teach me the purity of love
You make my fate bow down to me
You give me tranquillity
in this hubbub world..
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
The time she takes collecting the material
Organises her thoughts
On how it should appear,
It's her fulltime job
Once she's up very early
And before she sets
Foot in bed.
She grows it to her position
Of perfection,
To Endeavour it's the best
Amongest all of a kind,
To sacrifice all and see it shine
Even in mysterious times
To all times she stands to defend
her own creation or even opt for
Change in design.
When age suppresses
Her control to it
She keeps the insist
Of weaving it
Never is she tired of
Her duties and never
Does she plan to retire.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
The time she takes collecting the material
Organises her thoughts
On how it should appear,
It's her fulltime job
Once she's up very early
And before she sets
Foot in bed.
She grows it to her position
Of perfection,
To Endeavour it's the best
Amongest all of a kind,
To sacrifice all and see it shine
Even in mysterious times
To all times she stands to defend
her own creation or even opt for
Change in design.
When age suppresses
Her control to it
She keeps the insist
Of weaving it
Never is she tired of
Her duties and never
Does she plan to retire.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC