Poems

[eniola85]

Burn

 

I have a fire, an inferno in my stomach.

 

I want to scream punch kick! But I won't...

 

My heart tells me to scream, to cry, but my head tells me don't....

 

When I am finally alone the tears will fall, and I will break again,

 

but for now... I won't.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love

 

They say it is a simple feeling, this thing called love.

 

A feeling of happy and bright, but I disagree .

 

Love is a sword, that bites deep within the soul.

 

You wield this sword, that bites my soul

 

It leaves me to bleed, and the only cure is you.

 

You staunch the blood and ease the pain.

 

But then your gone... and again I bleed...... inspired by crazy lezzy

[Fummy]

Nice poem.

[Calllaris]

Secret admirer :

The first time we said, “Hello…”

It felt as though pterodactyls were flapping their wings against the corridors of my stomach.

That day, Cupid didn’t have an arrow large enough to hold an emotion this size

So *she hijacked a plane and flew it into my chest.

*

You…

You make me want to jump off the highest building in the city

Just to prove that I’m invincible with you next to me.

And if I was to say that I really, really, really wanted to get to know you

That would just be an understatement.

I want to pour your thoughts in a wine glass and sip them

Slow and strong, like I’m going on vacation

I want to light candles, and bathe for hours

In secrets that you’ve not had the chance to say out loud

I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump into a pool head first

Just to see if hope still floats.

I want to strut next to you

I’m talking, ten feet above a cumulus of clouds

So no one can rain on our parade.

*

You see, if I could, I would sing a song for you.

If I could, I would write you a poem.

If I could, I would sample your smile,

And then let my heart beat the baseline

And we would create the greatest love song whenever we stand next to each other.

We would make such music

So that if my friends ask if you’re my *girlfriend

I’ll say, “No, *she is my musician…”

And me, I guess you could say, that I’m your favourite song.

*

And I know what you’re thinking

That I’m just some love-sick fool

But tell me what you would do if you saw the most beautiful flower

I mean, even if you don’t like flowers, but you just saw this one flower that took your breath away

A flower so beautiful that even the hardest of thugs stopped to say, “Yo, that flower’s kinda nice”

A flower so beautiful that a mere glance doesn’t suffice

Because it entices you to get closer

What would you do?

Would you not pick the flower to claim for yourself?

Or would you leave it there so that someone else can see it too?

((Vahr))

[fairy]

I just want to die inside this piece.... or live in it. I'll live in it do I can savour it always...

[fairy]

I can hear the ceiling fan whine

and the distant sound of the tv

I can hear my heart beat

and the sound of your voice calling my name.

Tonight like always I miss you

My heart pounding

like maidens at the fufu place

lost to the rhythm of the ticking clock

found in your aura that is again absent.

You've put me on lock and key

haunted by a love of months past

I've found love once or twice

but not thrice after you.

 

_Blackfairy

[Calllaris]

Pearl,

Everything in the house is broken because of your silence.

Don't drive me mad trying to pick what words to say to you.

I knew exactly what I wanted to say and in my drunken scurry to our bed to lay and write, I broke the fridge.

You said I should eat u like a hungry potato lover breaking her Christian fast, and now you are ashamed.

Well I want to drink from the well of your soul forever. May I die if ever I alone can personally stop this need for you. Now, are we even?

Most times, I want to let go when you threat to go but I see this is our very own style of talk.

This is our love letter.

Well consider that if you will continually say to me 'go away', I will forever think that it is your way of saying to me 'stay'

Yes, it is your place to demand so from me.

So don't think you are all bare to me now. For 'all or nothing' my love is the love they all want. To say of someone "ah yes!", of something, "I have loved!".. " want me all your life like a Don't mind them

Yet,  rare. Very rare it comes, so slay me lover. Slay me with your love.

For cheap has become the word of old; 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. So proudly I replace  with "none can bite as deep as you have bitten now, ever!"

Again to you,  Pearl

[Calllaris]

 

Gratitude to the Morning Rain!

 

I'm not aroused to poetry. I'm aroused to nostalgia!

 

The morning rain!

 

How you bring back sweet memories! How your "pitter-patter" drums me back to fairy days! 

 

How I remember every scent of the coming rain. How I remember every caresses of the preceding wind. How I feel the tickle of the first drops on warm skins!

 

What is this magic with your sounds morning rain? And why does everything pause to listen to your melodies? 

 

How you overpower everything!

 

How do you lull even the most chronic of insomniacs? 

 

I have listened to the best of Corrs on sleepless nights, and never slept. I have immersed my mind in the most lulling of Beethoven, yet twisted and turned on my bed. I have drifted with the most magical flutes from Yanni, yet returned ashore wide-eyed, at the end of the last note!

 

But not with you morning rain! 

 

You lull with the power of God Himself. You make the nights feel too short. You make sleepers wish the dawn was everlasting! 

 

When you make those romantic splatters on my roof and window panes, I know that everyone is asleep. 

 

For once, I am rest assured, that my mother is free from her sleeplessness. That she is not kept awake, by the thoughts of me. 

 

I am grateful to you, morning rain!

 

I promise to always keep you close to my ears. I promise, I shall never allow the 'engineers' ruin your songs for me! 

 

You shall always have your way, anytime you come around my windows, morning rain! 

 

Good morning to you, my morning rain!