Best Artheart Poems
She rested upon the edge of her desk, lifeless for there was no paint in her hair
The world arose and it too did set in light to her view
Lonely she wept, as the paint teased her emotions, and tears did flow
Greens and yes many blues
Lost, no direction the canvas yelled in agony, for fear of emptiness
Her only desire to be caressed by the hair of the brush
Beauty would be the medium, the track to unite the brush that just sat and the weeping canvas
Blank, no message emotionless for color was no where to meet the eye
Tears made the oil-based paint thin to water-color and yet not a single stroke to joy
The brush saw the crying canvas, it rose to her foot and gently dried the canvas tears of fear
Her color did stay
A heart it formed, love was to display
Alas a love that would for ever stay
Like a tatto, for a lifetime there
Her hair brushed and brushed
The canvas smiled with joy it revealed
A huge heart and they called it love
Ink grew and time stood still
For the power is countless to a strong will
The brush paused, it dried
Dead in color her message lives on til this day
In many hearts a canvas weeps, awaiting the beauty of art
Comeforth and reveal its love
ROMANTIC SURVEILLANCE
Friday came with a change
The incubated hen got laid,
On this platter of grace shaped
Into spade,
Her beauty flows faster than
The rain
Washes through my vain
As I read within her photo and
Her lips says,
Hello my charming male,
Project my fame as the
World is created for love to play.
Her flamboyant sticed garment
Rolls down the carpet,
Let all stand welcoming the
Diamond that my heart target,
Elegant asset my mother recommends,
I'm foolishly in love with her
Accent.
II
These creature matched the
Well arranged furnitures,
As we watch flashes turn out
To make pictures,
Never will I give up in making
Your sister my in law,
How would I resist these enigmatic
Posture
Honey clothed features,
Mirror of every man's imagination.
I will keep you in the deepest part
My heart treasures,
No excavator will ever expose us
Romance my lips with your
Liquid lip gloss,
Am drunk with this rhythmic liquor
I mean you are beyond words.
III
The tongue will only talk
My ears always appreciate your
Voice
As my heart is forever yours.
Happy birthday is all I tried to
Say
Join my hands let's celebrate,
You know I respect today
We would share the night in these
Exotic cave,
Located in my romantic village.
Slice your custom pink cake
With inscription of our names
I baked for this special rave,
My love will never find its tail.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Let the winds of the earth chant of our love, for it is the sun that witnessed what we were
Feel the rain upon your soul, that it may taste life once again
Press your head firmly on my bossom that I may protect you in the days to come
It was your smile that kept me going, your heart that kept on calling me
And today I can still say I love you, always and forver shall I
I still weep, yet i realize that tomorrow the sun too shall rise
Only then can I see the colors of the world, that of which I learned to see in your eyes
A beauty far from what the common eye will ever see
I can still feel your lips on me, your breath soothing my back
Will this fire ever cease to be, and I too will still love thee
Forever more, my heart jumps to meet the talk of your memory and there you are still
Deep in who I am, and will ever be
A part of you stays with me, and until my death it shall
Along your side I learned how of love and how to love
Now here I go in search of whom I really am, Yet a silent scene you no longer are in my days
Yet my verse is in your soul, and therefore I am too
I never believed in magic until I held you
You were the spark the lit my eyes
The warmth that kept me from all cold and evil
Always in your heart, and in my soul the fire burns of Darkpoet and Alleypoe
God knows i miss you, yet in the past you remain
Its hard to pretend that it does not hurt, where there is so much pain
I feel like running as fast as i can to you, yet i wont
It would be a greater pain to see you standing next to him
You and I will always love eachother more than we could love another
For by your side i tasted life, and life you tasted by me
I know you love me, just as much as you know i love you
My tears roll down my cheeks, and all I do is endure this feeling
This feeling that has my heart captured, leaving me to die
Still i try, yet it's only a dream, you are gone now
No matter where you and who you end up with, your heart is with me
As mine is with you, i never thought it would end like this
Our hearts as one, and our souls apart, forever loving one another
I wish you happiness from the bottom of my heart
As long as you are happy then so am I
A fact my heart knows well, take care love
LOVE ISN'T DEAD
On a scale of love's name
Where the road is broken
And cause heart aches,
Sweat and tears becomes my
Daily bread,
When will love be permanent
And sink into my blood?
As I write this night
After the death of my heart,
With an elegant chat to reassure
My love will eventually
Remain intact,
Love isn't dead like a bird
Who crosses the earth
And says she will never rest,
You pretend this is the best
So fear never exist in your hair.
I clear my face requesting for
Help
Love isn't dead,
If you don't lend and wait
For blessing to be persistent
Let us blend like the shell
over the snails head or
The chicks egg incubated under
The hen.
Love grows within lengths
As you protect and never pierce
Like the balloon who needs
Constant air plus care to never
Tear.
Please help my friend
She was once obsessed, presently
Has misplaced that lovely
Dress stitched without treads.
I sit to play into my gods tent
Why will love die?
Then tears becomes the repercussion
For this lonely girl.
It takes time to find that perfect
Crest
Open my heart and begin to
Search,
Days may stretch,
But the air will definitely
Bring him near
This only a solid bet,
Please just comprehend.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Let no eye blind itself from my art
No ear bid deaf to the cry of my humble heart
I once stood at the top where many set foot today only to topple upon my eyes
Empty, a volume far in depth to ever achieve maximum level
Why have I fallen? My heart weeps in agony
Pity feel not for its strength glows with rage
I scream to top my lungs, and still I am not heard
My eyes shut and my light fades me guilty
Perfect far from it, I fail even more
My pages grow weak, my lines begin to populate with negativity
Am I to walk in no direction? I lose to my own game
Where the rules have been corrupted and know I am the enemy
If only I could have done otherwise, if only that
My mind sings to my fallen spirit
Where I held hands once stood my guardian angel
If only my heart could hear, if only that
guess what I'mma bust back with a fully loaded gloc/
pistol so hot that the devil told that he want his flames back//
your boy's the grim ripper and i'm more sicker than an tracks/
spit tin out aids cuz i burn mc each time i hop up pon the track//
and in this game ya don't want beef with me cause I'm just that nigga/
you have a gun oh well but do have the heart to pull the trigga//
cause my bullets is like crack because it's put holes in your brain/
so blank what you heard cause my whole crew is insane//
i'm down for my nation like obama said it's time for a change/
i live with no emotion my heart is stuck in this damn cage//
and lets make it clear your block ain't hot it's colder than the ice age/
i got old money i was on the block in the stone age//
The pen is greater than the sword or so it’s often said.
A poet’s word still stirs the heart long after he is dead.
The "Elegy" of Thomas Gray can still provoke a thought.
And Campbell’s "Ullin’s Daughter" proves that anger gains you nought.
What of the tales of Highwaymen that Alfred Noyes wrote,
We all felt sorry for the man with lace bunched at his throat.
Omar Khayyam’s finger writes and having writ moves on.
But still his clever verse delights long after he has gone.
Why is it John Clare’s "Morning" or Tennyson’s "The Brook?."
When found in an anthology still make us stop to look.
Its true Maysfield’s "Sea Fever" will cause an inner ache.
In any landlocked seaman’s heart who’s seen a grey dawn break.
As Newbolt’s "Fighting Temeraire" will always last the distance.
Likewise will Marks Poem Code for the French Resistance.
Could we forget Keats’s "Gypsy Meg" with bed of brown heath turf,
or John Hays "The Enchanted Shirt" so full of subtle mirth
When Wordsworth’s "Golden Daffodils" herald in the spring.
Along with Housman’s "Cherry Tree" it makes your spirit sing.
Whilst Thomas Hardy’s "Darkling Thrush" when frost was spectre grey
captures for eternity a dying winters day
Kipling’s classic poem "If" sets rules for living by.
Whereas his "Undertakers Horse" reminds us that we die.
The beauty of the written verse out lives whoever wrote it,
So throughout the centuries' others oft will quote it.
The Poets fame will light a flame in hearts of all mankind.
When those who led great armies, long since are left behind.
So remember all who fight for right with gun and bomb and sword.
Your deeds are unrecorded until someone writes the word
An average person no I'm God's angel.
But sometimes it's hard for me to stay stable.
God ingredients for me was a passionate mixture.
Even Micalangelo wanted to paint this picture.
I'm passionate and sweet as a cherry cake.
That's why I can't stop now because there too much at stake.
I have a dream like Martin Luther King so I have to be great.
Diamond are for ever so I can never lose fate.
Can't close my eyes I got to stay awake.
I'm here for the community just like an artificial lake.
So I can't take a break I already shed blood and tears.
I'm not a star I'm a pioneer so I'm going to write until I disappear.
My heart is fill with love that's why I'm so sincere.
I'm never going to back down so you could say that I'm persevere.
And now I'm glamorous but my life wasn't always great.
I went through pain and suffer many heart aches.
But now I can feel the sensation.
And I love the temptation.
To be a star is my final destination.
To be the best is an hell of a inspiration.
Dion A Bess
aka
Poet
The sunshine today is warm on my skin but his stare burns deeper
Refusing to look does not make me less aware of his maleness
I wonder if tomorrow he will come to the street to chance an encounter
How can I enquire his name and be discreet but fearless
Desire has my thoughts racing and hoping he is a romanticizer
Like myself, he desires a chance meeting to be a start of us
I like the sound of us, dreaming...perchance I am too eager
Tomorrow will be the bearer of my fate, to wait, I can bear more or less
Hollow is my fufillment, he is not present in yon window, peeper
Together will not be, fate has other plans for this heart and for us
Tears fall, heart is exploding, questions...why? Feelings tender...
No gentle caress across my face, no tenderness, no masculinity, joyless...
For the contest of Iolanda written about the Painting-- A young man at his window.
D edicated to her smile, to her love
A rt he speaks for her, to show his passion for her
R espect to his very step, speaking in love
K nowing of her smile, her dream; he dreams along her side
P aula my dear love
O xygen draws to his heart as it peaks in poetry
E ndless love dwells in his heart for her
T ime itself speaks of their love, as one para siempre
For my babybear, Paula