Elegy Woman Poems | Elegy Poems About Woman
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THE PINK BLUSH
That pink chunk of flesh on me
Is not a blush you see
It is the rush of blood in veins
That has not been set free
Passing through the gaping window
Keeping well to my side
Sheltering under the blazing sun
From every corner of circles around
When tangled threads of desires surround
I bother myself
And whisper aloud
Am I a sentence that must end at a full stop?
Or a blessing that shall be used as a prop?
What if someday I am lost?
What if today I drown?
What if I shed the pink blush?
Will these make him frown?
I pity not him
But the animal within
He lets him not see
My longing for love
He lets him not hear
My craving for care
How then will he
Come to my rescue?
For his rotten soul is already dead
For his mind is not well fed
But when did I earn it?
Or how did I earn?
When did I let my desires burn?
He was the one
The sacred of all
Why did he then
Let us fall?
He did say not once
But a million times
His heart ached too
He suffered from inside
And I failed to hear
His musical chimes
I failed to hear the
stories of all times...
Copyright © Rashmi Singh | Year Posted 2014
But who washed her in pains
That her tears, soil to drain
When innocent mind blots in grief
Affliction that is intransigent
The mystery that brought tears
To His hands she await in fears
But as sun kisses her naked eyes
Drained her pains, heavenly friend
As the drip passes fluids to her hole
To her daughter she smiles
Agonies of her absence in loneliness
The nakedness of the truth, she will know
That today is the time since awaited
And the kiss of the sun again
From the glass pane of the window
The gentleness of its touch
That, of course, is the heaven dew
Eyes now brownish, date given now due
In gentleness, she closes her eyes
In tears, her daughter knows she’s gone
Copyright © Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis | Year Posted 2016
your sultry voice
your gentle laugh
those warm notes
welcome me in
how long has
this been goin' on
I've been around
and so have you
your soul touches
your fingers dance
gnarled with age
yet light on keys
across a wire
across the sky
clear across time
we say goodbye
how long has
this been goin' on
© Goode Guy 2013-08-21
eulogy for Marian McPartland 1918-03-20--2013-08-20
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2013
It is a pity that I'm not your baby,
the fruit of your flesh and blood,
you will have provided me with such care and attention,
that nobody on the ground could imagine about.
You have nurtured me and grow from early years,
day and night kissing and plying tenderly.
And long before that the wholly nine months
I would be concluded in the placenta
prisoned in your belly and you gently brought me,
as the most dearest yours patient and heir of your life,
you constantly talking with me,
though I do not understand what these words matter
but I felt the eternal warmth of maternal love and strength
when your fingers so gentle touch to my body.
And then one day I was born in that world,
and put on your warm stomach carefully,
and the birth pangs unbearable
turned to the flash of limitless tenderness.
And I have lived with you till your last day,
enjoying by the ineffable love and happiness
And maybe then, dear, my lust, thirst and love for you
appeased and satisfied completely and forever.
Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2015