Category Deep Poems
Plump and fluorescent skin
And eyes with bottomless wells of life
Scan this world without regret
Supple hearts that swell
With charcoal-filtered love
Strike strong against virgin chests
Ernest ears that hear only
Poetry and peace, perk to
The direction of their mother’s whisper
Something is menacing in every bemuse;
as something unspecified grows into my cranium.
flare of old remembrance transpire me into a nerve-racking feeling.
The boundary in my intellect has become slain;
The road I stride has become deceased;
as all subsistence commodity thing’s are lamented.
The only thing that exhalation is only the extinct zephyr.
Like a Metaphor, a Poem brushes my Lips
A Surge of Emotions waxes… Then stops
Before I clutch the ephemera, it slips
Bursting Dew in a million Drops
Fighting the Wild Thicket of Thoughts
Imploring the Jumbled Clouds to Clear
I Seek Inspiration to dawn its Brilliance
The elusive Muse to Shed its Fear
Crouching behind a Facade of Whimsy
It’s There, I Know… Just a trifle Shy
Its Delicate Heavings tug my Heart
Flirting the Corner of my Eye
My Being Thirsts Coherence
Those Minty Floods of Creative Flush
A touch so soft and pure
She doesn’t feel the pain
She’s lying on the floor
At last she’s got away from him
She knew one day she would
She would have done it sooner
if she only could
Lived a life not even worth a penny!
Consumed by ripples of despair, you stop and stare,
Think you are moving but don’t know where.
No diverging paths in the woods to see,
You guess that’s how fates gonna be.
Hunger buried deep within your soul
Wants to pursue the mission of its goal.
Or reverse a waterfall,
If I could make light be slow
Or cause the wind to stall,
If I could cure all illnesses
and make the injured whole,
or remove hatred from men’s hearts
and let the soulless find a soul.
If I could make men see sense
And refuse to go to war,
Falling Down a Tunnel
I’m falling down a tunnel
it’s slippery like a slide
it’s way too dark in here
there’s no light from outside.
There’s no way to get out
there’s no way to get back
the walls are wet and cold
I’m frightened of the black.
I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.
I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.
That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,
My heart pretended
you were a sound
I could drink
when I went searching
for golden lines full of surprise.
When I walked towards you,
my ears tasted the beat of the earth
and it began to turn
in reverse.
Ringing clear were hundreds of memories
I had kissed freely,
known as all the things you did.
Then in came the rushing sea
crashing into my mind
with waves of everything
you have ever said.
I am sick and tired of this constant blaming
and targeting of the poor, the dispossessed,
the victims of the wars without end.
The deliberate shaming,
of those who cannot respond.
Some people are basically, lazy.
It takes effort to discover
