A profound sense of joy enveloped her as she gently kissed his fingertips.
He began to whisper and exhaled softly.
"Captivate me with your gaze. You are my exquisite treasure.
Fulfill the wish of a man in desperate need; all I seek is your presence, you.”
Line of inquiry:
"conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent"
Hope in us glows
triumphant as our faith grows
spreading peace of blissful blessing-flows
along God's grace to defy doubts and subdue woes.
Love from us does shine
radiating nature of the divine
as we strive to stay inside compassion's line
marked by kindness, freed from jurisdiction of "only mine."
Joy midst us is surely contagious
as we treat all the Lord's creation as indeed precious
forgiving and caring for one another, prayerfully conscious
always wishing the best for each other to become victorious.
The poems that never get read.
Sitting in some pile of papers on the desk.
They just didn't have it to go anywhere.
Though they hold the stories of lovers and haters.
Big men and little men.
Winners and losers.
Beauty and the beast!
The World, what a place!
The tales of great drama called the human condition.
From the past and the future and the...
all encompassing present!
I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back cold, collected words.
This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity . Until sighs
become hollow and stuttering
like a thirst from a weltering breakwall.
So it is with discovery,
the trails of affection are never mine
as I call you grimly,' 0 heart-breaker'
while banging shells litter on the dunes
as this heart shrinks from tangled lies:
There is still much to learn about
young passion... needles upon my chest
losing you from sight like a migrant breeze...
for a woman , fragile at eighteen.
How can True trust Faith when lies begin to escape,
You are the reason why I hide my face with a Smile or a Cape,
Because I can't forget what you Took and what you keep Taking,
My Heart keeps on breaking daily, that is why I am Inhaling,
These Drugs I Breath,
I just can't Believe,
Life is full of Broken Dreams
To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering,
Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities
Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep.
A skeptical girl's dream is a paranoid's nightmare.
The mind wanders the winding path, ways blockaded by the
immaturity of age's eye. Paths extend,
arms outstretched, sclera comes into view. I enter the land
of darkness and trivial trifles, numbers rapidly rising.
To observe then look away - oh what a gift.
The fluttering, juvenile gaze upon life offers a plethora of privileges.
A jovial demeanor, an emaciated ego, a blithe smile -
charities that are given to the majority.
The plights that plague me are mere afterthoughts
in the meandering mind of the thoughtless. Idealizing,
reading, puzzling reserve themselves for the
fragmented, slightly distorted. And now I must
ponder, what the slightly distorted
save themselves from.
Oh death
The fear of countless souls
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?
It's too long a wait
Please come tonight
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?
Oh life
The lover of the lifeless
I've honored your presence
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?
It's too long a wait
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal
Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!
Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?
With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!
I've cut through life with grand experience. Now I'm old and standing on the
precipice where a man finds what really matters. The dance of life gradually slows down, with nothing but a pocketful of memories. Facing that last hurrah
and the joys and sorrows that make life all the more lived. When tall shadows point the way behind a late sky, and that first sight of heaven...where men learn to fly!
When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me,
Forever and always.
Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights and in morning's dew.
So, night and day, we are friends and lovers, forever and always.
"I love you" is a mistake I'll make; my heart belongs to you forever and always.
I want the storybook ending, the happy-ever-after, like in fairy tales.
The love you see on the big screen, when it ends, but they find their way home.
Knowing their hearts belong together, forever and always.
No matter what happens, we'll find ourselves back together.
Home is where you are, next to me, forever and always.
Our hearts are forever joined together. Forever and always
I know how many times I betrayed me.
How many times I chose them over me.
How much of my worth I gave to people who never deserved a second of my time.
I gave my all to the undeserving.
To the selfish.
To the weak.
To those who couldn’t even respect themselves, let alone me.
I poured everything into nothing.
But that ends NOW.
I’m awake.
It’s not too late.
This is my rebirth.
From here on out.
I CHOOSE ME.
Every. Damn. Time.
No one touches my mind, body, or heart unless they earn it.
I will not be trampled.
I will not be broken.
I rise. I burn. I soar.
Like the phoenix, untouchable. Unstoppable.
Because I am me.
I am my mother’s daughter.
And I am DONE settling.
**Therapy Session**
Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us.
A rapist is nothing more than a thief,
And it's clear that some public defenders
Don’t have more intelligence than their clients.
Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case.
With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward.
It's astonishing to discover a hockey player who is anything but fierce
or a police officer controlled by fear and anger.
A cook without a kitchen is ridiculous
as tango without jingo—a philosophy that leaves no gaps.
The new breakfast drink is here: iced coffee
In the morning and mocha lattes all day.
Don’t interfere with the work that empowers us each day.
I am a woman who follows the warmth,
and I refuse to believe that a tree that doesn’t blossom is a worthless creation.
Yes, you can eat tree bark while the lark builds its nest on the ground.
A philosophy without any gaps stands strong.
He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming
His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence
Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst
Once on a path to something before nothing
Stricken from life the dignity must swallow
He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep
What am I but a man of worldly demise
That my needs, materials a must feed like food
To live its happy life, what my purpose being
Except I am here who is to blame
My God who leads or price of life I pay
Struggle of reality wise eyes see truth
Can not hide among society dragging streets
Clothes ripped like trees from earth
My breath, my faith in hope lingers
I breathe, therefore I am not dead to life
But a gasp of air that recycles through
Here today, gone tomorrow's time unknown
Minutes ticking the wilderness I lay
No doubt I am more, emptiness void tingles
I am heart, I am love, I am man
The old man of life's creation till death
The forgotten innocent to pocket change
Beneath your feet I walk the shadows
JUST
IF I could smell you,
Would you smell like our Father;
If I look at you do I see God;
If I could taste you would you be liken manna;
If I could hold you, you'll be liken second skin;
If I could speak to you would you listen?
If I wereto dream of you would you glisten;
The more I think of you
The more I ask God if you.......
JUST
IF I could nurture you Would you recieve?
If I were to lead as God would direct Me
Could you believe?
if I were we're to pray would you pray
On your knees, praying for His grace, joy, love and peace
For the less fortunate, in Godwhom you trust;
Admist again and always
If I could speak to you your soul and heart
Would you listen in whole or part
As per your soul beats in part breath life in the the Father's heart
6/5/25
By
dedicated to
Abihail Adamilo Katarma
I don't read much and never memorize words
I only use words that I remember
Write them on paper
And strike them on guitar or piano like chords
I don't sing and dance a lot
I only sing when I'm alone
Or sing and dance with children I see around
under a drone
I don't speak much and never write them all
With my pen, short words I can think of
Overflowing ink I wipe off
Thoughts I keep on mute and never call...
One night, my pen froze and my hand started to doze
I woke up the next day
And everyday from my body, both my frozen hand
and pen never slip away
Children asked me, "Why does 'DON'T' make all
people silly?"
I said, "We are the people. We can be silly sometimes,
even when most people always speak and act like chilli
... I don't!"
Pageantry
(I TOO AM JOSEPH SON)
Speculatory travesty
I fell down on my knees
I stood before the tree
I should have been on the tree
But the grace of Jesus the grace of my Father El Shaddai found me
And maybe I should have been blind after I came after brother him 9 months
Too separated but we were close like skin Maybe we too should have been twins
Troubled by and in this world
Pageantry
Been giving breath of life you see Daily Grace
What's up positivity
I seek to sail I walked underwater seas
As my Father’s Cries Out come out walk with me
Like Joseph's father told his brothers come Adorn
Pageantry
Him with the purple robe and they all gathered and my Father was there
And we all celebrated with food and celebration
We stood apart
But together with one heart and in ... Pageantry
I am of royal priesthood
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