Sun kissed
The hearts frozen by winter
Warm up again
Sun kisses them
And the roses respond
Opening their scarlet lips to the sky
©proverse
proverse
I write because the pen and the paper dont judge and the ink tells it like it is.
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Him
They loved him
and the way his guitar tickled their souls
Screaming his name
as he danced on the teetering stage edge
He was bold, brave and wild
Everything they could never be
But only in the limelight
For the shadows knew another
Nervous, self conscious and human
But the crowd had never dared to know
So he danced and sang for them
Bold, brave and wild
Only in the limelight
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Storm
Angry grey clouds blooming in the sky
Swallowing the sun
Deafening thunder
Crashing under
Crackling lightning shattering the dark heaven
Noise
Chaos
Screaming wind breaking the silence
But its the pitter patter of graceful rain
That fills my soul
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Red
She offered me cake and tea
Red velvet, no milk
Tea leaves bobbing in the red mess
She was nice and smiled a lot
But I could not look past her lips
Rose red
I said nothing as she spoke to me
I sat and watched red
Dancing on her lips
Clinging to her fingernails
I hated the colour red
©proverse -
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Sun
Sunrise bore hope but killed the dream
Sunset bore uncertainty but awakened the star
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Freedom
Beneath this raggedy outfit
Is more than flesh and blood
Its a powerful idea
And ideas don't bleed
Inside this small rounded head
Is more than memories and scars
Its a beautiful dream
And dreams don't fade
Believe in what is beneath
And invest on what's inside
As within, so without
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The poem of ideas
There are times when I wish to write
To catch the little mosquitoes
Of ideas buzzing in my mind's ears
To write about electric poles
The weather beaten wooden poles
The taut potent copper cables
And the faded kicks hanging on them
To write about the children in the streets
Wrapped in dust from head to toe
Chasing a homemade plastic soccer ball
Their tattered clothes flying freely in the wind
To write about the high school students
Standing in deserted pathways and dim corners
To choke on cheap tobacco and steal fondles
The girls in short skirts, the boys with waist lines on the knees
So I write about them
Jammed in a single poem that you're reading right now
The poem of ideas -
There is something about dandelion
Standing tall against a blowing storm
And spraying their fluffy wishes to the sky
There is something about a boat sail
Its stitches and seams pulled taut by the wind
As it propels the boat gracefully forward
It is the beauty of giving in
And the elegance of being relentless
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Shattered
There is something about that photograph
The one that hangs in the hall
It is the feeling that it conjures in me
Ad it hangs on the cream wall
The stark contrast of the black and white
Overshadowed by the rainbow of memories bright
It is the way you are smiling
And I am laughing
It is the twinkle in your eye frozen in time
It is your perfect face framed forever
It is the way I look at you in that picture
That says if you leave me, I will be shattered
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Yarn
Our love was woven on a tapestry
Of thick multicoloured yarn
The greys of our sad days
The reds of fiery passionate nights
And the blues of something in between
Stitch by stitch our picture fell apart
Worn out by your sweet lies
Cut by your stinging slaps
And severed by your lack of trust
We woke up to tattered shreds
We were yarn again
©proverse
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A new world is not for me
But heaven i want to see.blankets folding"
and cold unfolds,
tomorrow's icy storm.
And now the world knows.
Deeds are lost,
and that's alarming.
Are you been sold....?
And do you like we're your standing.
Now all dreams"
fight dramatic scenes.
all the fully capable beings
Now have special needs.
And both now worship wings.
Souls of young" In Body's" not ghost
For those that live wrong.
Death did come"
and the cost was"
Very long.
Confused to see the old are teen's
And angry that the young refused to speak.
Starving and thought wrong
How can teachings teach a song.
And hearts lesson is forgetting how to sing..
Our family's are becoming fantasy
And we dont see what's lost
That Science gave the world a gift
And animals now love ecstasy.
Our times soon will burden a X
And not a cross and that's embarrassing.
Generations greeting genesis,
and that's live Been generous.
So humanity's guilty for been careless.
The prevention of truth
It's television for me,
And the news to you.
The ignorance of our way
Is to have lost rout of roots
And be elsewhere to soon.
Been self conscious
And knowing laters intention
Is what's killing all those attending.
Now the lands sit forever patiently
Century's have to pass before the ground has seen someone stand uncomfortably.
The sky's lost was the bird that could know longer fly lonely.
But when the towel was tossed.
Was when it know longer faced a face that sadly was crying or weak from trying,
Or it's favorite the passing of a message from a man praying.
For God let's all get along.
In truth or lies the effort is they both tried.
So let's greet with hugs and kisses
And let's die where know one misses.
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disponible
Lone figure,
With no father figure
Left to figure out how to father my own figures,
And learn how to make figures in the bank,
To cater for myself as a figure
Figures
Cruel world, it figures
But hey, I'm still blind because I have a Father figure
I just haven't figured it out yet
©may_sixteenth -
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I hope your relationships are as beautiful as days and roses.
Breathtaking when born, breathtaking in death❤
©samu_ncube -
Mnemosyne
She appalls, she ignites
She's alive, she excites
Her smile sent my imagination down fantasy like roads,
Trapping me in a labyrinth of unexplored emotion
She shines, she glows
She breathes, it's a pause
She likes hoodies,
Though it's selfish of her,
Beauty like hers should not be hidden,
Left to waste away under the cover of woven cloth,
She likes sandals,
Worthy coverings for her fleet feet,
Feet which transmute the grace of an eighth wonder,
Those feet which kiss the ground with the smoothness of furnished porcelaine,
She likes turtle necks,
She's not fashion forward,
She's fashion beyond,
Always dressed for elegance,
Dressed for the awe of an envying world,
She's beauty, she's warmth
She's like a dream,
On a thousand nights,
Yet feels like a moment,
A yearning delight,
She's radiance,
The purity of féminine beauty
©takudzwa_harris -
Sheltering my emotions meticulously
Housing my metaphors with ease
Opening the windows of my heart
Giving my life a new and desperate lease
Poetry became my home
©monikakapur -
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Timeless
She lived to 65
He died at 25
Of these two,
Whose wasn't a life?
Preset timelines
Have become our confines
Graduate at 24
Be rich by 44
Long life equals many years
But arent there different other ways
Through which life can be quantified
And further clarified
Defined direction
Is life's biggest illusion
They will say
What they may
But this was never a pathway
Meant to be concisely followed
And strictly dictated
You own the way you progress
Your timeline is dimensionless
What should really boggle your mind
Is that in the end
With the life you've led
What will you leave behind?
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Her
Face like fine art
Funny and smart
Short and cute
Rarely ever mute
Girly as can be
Rarest you'll ever see
Both an introvert
And an extrovert
She'll be gentle and warm
But if need be, a cold storm
She'll leave your head in a tumble
And your mouth in a mumble
You won't have a choice
But to love her,
I swear
From her glow to her stare
There's just something about her
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Black Mirror
Am I really him?
Dull as a slow hym
A soul once soo fearless
Turned heartless and hopeless
Its like his heart broke
For even our eyes no longer interlock
You know you have it bad
When you try to smile
But its only tears that shed
When your heart is breaking
Your bones aching
And you're trying to hide it
But he's not buyin that sh*t
You reassure him he's tough
But he's had enough
He's frozen to core
He wont take anymore
He looks bruised
Feels used
And it becomes a painful realisation
That the figure in your imagination
No longer fits the description
Of the figure in that reflection
Its a gritty reality
An unfortunate clarity
The mirror has finally made all clearer
The dark, black mirror
©renowned -
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She didnt care whether roses were red
A deep soul connection was all she wanted
It mattered not if the violets were blue
All she craved for,
Was the real you
©renowned -
Default
You've been hurt for a while
Now
But through it all
You manage to smile
How?
The bright side's all I've been taught
Somehow, my smile is by default
©renowned
