Posts tagged with "Poem"
Sunday, 18. May 2008, 11:44:31
Pieces, Raw, Poem
Is it a song in my ear i hear
or is my hand thirsty for soul
Is it my head the load i bear
or are the cries of little birds tears that dry my face
Clap little child, smile for the sun
the brilliance that drains you to joy
Clap little child, and sing to the moon
breathe...
Is it sweetness the take of my tears
or is happiness sister to dry corn fields
Is it laughter that just touched my heart
or is my body laugher to the wind
Clap little child, reach for the trees
the life in life that breeds life
Clap little child, and hold on
breathe...
they glaze and it's rain the valley before me
why cry, when the heart is so of pure
why shiver, in the embrace of your warmth
was that a yearning for a voice - the song i heard
Praise.. Worship.. lift to the heavens
and breathe..
drench and i drench with you - more of it
the sound tantalizing the stillness in the wind
blowing, vibrating with sound..
breathe.. little child
Sunday, 18. May 2008, 11:24:08
Pieces, Raw, Poem
Staring at nothing, seeing nothing
I stay awake, open-eyed
My mind groveling at every flickering imagery
low dencity of beats.. my heart beats
thoughts of nothing, memories beyond vision
Staring ahead, all round me is me
the sounds of the night
the relaxed muffled breathing of the dogs
it's quiet, it's dense - the lightness of the dark
it's quiet, it's dense - the lightness of my heart
lying awake, floating, wondering, not wondering
Is it night, when is the morning
the standstill that provokes lavish to my body
torture to my spirit
I stay awake, open-eyed...
with rusted tins brushing at the softness of the eye
dry, dry, dry and dry
and it's quiet, it's dense - the lightness of dark
it's quiet, it's dense - the lightness of me
I stay awake in the night
I stay awake in the day
Staring at nothing, seeing nothing
I stay awake, silently.. silently
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 08:53:04
Poem
I hail as the sun cries for my forgotten baby
The sun that weeps for the innocence
ripped from the womb of nature’s soil
I maintained simpleness till
my father shoved light into me
The mother of character having lost sense
In the knees of thy heart
Cry for me baby, and for thyself
Vertical lanes of ferocity I harbor
You were mine and you are mine
The grace that jumps as my hand searches for life
Its empty; the house you and I shared
Gone is the light only my heart knew
Gone is the smile you bore
I hate… yes, I hate
And the gull I taste
the darkness of what was forced into me
The bitterness of saving one’s face
I maintained simples till…
My father shoved me into light
The mother of character having lost
Sense in the knees of thy strength
Cry for me baby, and for thyself
You were mine and you are mine
The grace that jumps as my hands rubs for warmth
Its empty; the playground we build together
Gone…
A tiny form strong with love
And they took it all, my baby
I hail for that which you and I knew
Three months of wisdom, laughter, fear
Yet I’m still here – saving face
Cry for me baby, and for thyself
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 08:45:46
Poem
for being nothing
for hating me, burning the softness of my youth,
characterizing the structure of my smile
Hello mother…! Father; you left me
Alone to care and alone to live
Searching through glorious evenings
Enjoyment does not breathe
You have all robbed my small heart
And left rattled bereavement staggering for flight
Hello granma, which one are u?
You remember me Grandpa
What did you imagine for your unborn child
Can you tell what I am for real
They have fallen, over and over
And left for me to pick up
What happened to belonging
Where was I to stumble?
Mother…feel true for blaming me, for
clenched repulsion I have swallowed
And hatred I long to slay
Forgive the misery of your doing; and let me be
As I am gone!
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 08:39:06
Poem
I just wanna run,
run and run and forever run
The wind gently brushing against my face;
my lips firm, full and reddened by soft nudging
Eyes bright like crystalline organzas
As I leap on forward, my mind clouds
all the wishes, all the desires, all…
all that I’ve forever longed to grasp
Lean into with small, fragile trembling hands.
Is it true; that you may see when
the Autumn winds have seized calling
That like the birth of new life –
you ache; laugh; cry; love and protect
I see. I yearn and I desire
The pure simplicity of the unknown
the obvious, the undetected
I yearn – to be free
To laugh, love and build
I yearn; to be me!
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 08:34:38
Poem
I bore you Mother Nature
I fed you diversity
When will you hear of the soft tender callings
Must I bring forth erect roughness of my voice
Must I hide ferocity and bend my strength
Will you then hear?
Fend on my bosom
The cradle of evolution
Handle the white tear with simpleness
And delve in the essence of life
The copious fullness of destruction
I gave you abundance yet theorated my diligence
Must I be harsh and stretch the corners of my lids
Take back the lucrative sense
Will you then hear?
Fend on my bosom
The cradle of evolution?
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 08:29:21
Poem
Sleep beautiful angel
Let the hands of darkness cradle your innocence
Purity I see, softness I taste
Sleep beautiful angel sleep
But wake to the lullness of birds singing
Flatter your lashes to the light that contains the dark,
black beauty you are
Beautiful angel sleep
Let your mind travel, wonder even
Let the thoughts connect at your door
Rest your head in gentleness
Sleep beautiful angel sleep
But arise to the world so compressed
Shake off dreams of delusion
Shake off the laughter that ain’t
Sleep angel sleep
Tomorrow is on the shoulder of now
Sleep; and wake to love
Tuesday, 4. December 2007, 15:22:14
Poem
Had my chances of a forgiven icon
Smiled to clarify the amplified whispering
And away it flew
Left my thoughts in the sand buried from the coast
This was different, this was capacious
Something I needed in my life, wanted
But what can one do in this stripped octagonized lane
Is it still in the air or has flown to suffocate the simple
Deserving is not what the angel proclaimed
For the light of man is in a candle
A flame small enough to burn all depictable echoes
been too slow I see…
Too blind to have seen; too sweet to hate
Chances!
By: blcktear!
2002
Tuesday, 4. December 2007, 15:20:09
Poem
Lessons from the dead
I have heard them all
The de-ranched apologies of the gone
The lulled cries of the past
And they called to me – find way
Passionate skies have opened up to my hand
Touched with wetness, the spirit of all being
You; you there; and him
The sorrows of the old have shadowed your self
The sadness of the child has grazed your faces
But you; you there; him – fight
They have called to me – be way
You fight, to hide the mountains bestowed upon you
You fight, to avoid the light in the distance
You fight, to validate your inequalities
Do you know, the essence of creation
The fullness of the wind over tree tops
They have called to me – show light
And I ask…
Do you know, the heaviness of their hearts
The roughness of where they lay
I have heard them all
Now it’s your turn; to act
Delve in the ray of deliberation.(and learn)
By: blcktear!
2007
Tuesday, 4. December 2007, 15:17:08
Poem
September
Spring falls with births of gallons
The fires of summer sniffling the laughter of children in parks
In this month I was born
When the greenery breaths and the sun smiles
Flowers bloom in accordance to the smile I never saw on my father’s face
In this month I dream
Nightmares haunt the purity I bore
But my face has learnt to smile
My heart has also learned to hold for the quiet singleness I am
September, the ninth month of the 12 cycle
In this month, tears were born
The shadow that prevails in crunching my soul
Birds sing, waters run, laughter is heard
Yet quietly my tears flow...
In this month, hurts are brought to life
The stones I treasure melt from my embrace to burn the tips of my fingers
In this month, I was born
Delight was manifested by gifts in babie dolls
But my frame has built and my head knows
In this month, I was taken through walls of shame
In this month, I gave my first breath
Darkness of night, couldn’t you have opened your wide endless arms to suffocate my heart?
In this month, light turns from me
September; I hate September
By: blcktear!
2007
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