Best Belove Poems
Belove, my dear friend
Stand by my side
For I shall not cry
My sins, will go over the earth
Mountains shall depart
Father, I'm talking to you
I remember, dreams and memories
Times my soul was lost in the valley
And in your arms
In moments I open my eyes
I see your shadow on my curtain
Feel your spirit above my head
Feel the wind and sense it's you
Daddy, listen
I'm speaking to you
I never had a chance, to tell you
Give me your pain
Let me carry your weight
Drown your medication in my blood
Papa , listen to my thunder
I was only fourteen
In another state
Hearing, cancer was your case
Yet, it was a little to late
The day my ears heard
Your soul went to rest
Dad, come in this soul
Listen to my thoughts
I will never forget your face
My dear friend
I will keep you in my dreams
Daddy
I will treasure our memories
Papa
I will always remember my soul in the valley
Dad
I will know, you are my father
By blood
Dear friend
By communication
Angel
By protection
Belove, shall always stand by my side
For, I shall no longer cry
Only stand by your side
In a beautiful lifetime
Love,
Daddies little girl
Once, we had unlimited fun
Until life’s duties had us on a run
Memories consumed us old,
yet, for new experiences we jump
Please, do not cry, while I die
I rather you not lie
Time so scarce, you never said goodbye
As you reminisce great times awake
I take enjoyable moments in wake
Embrace belove new things you are yet to make
Back to Earth, my contribution to nature awakes
Helping trees grow, while purifying a lake
Turn up those popular music
Dance in celebration of memories late
Be good, for goodness’ sake
For in this moment’s time, you hold the ingredients
to the cake you most desired to bake
Mines, many unfinished tasks laid aside
Yours, life’s journey you must decide
In eternal uncertainties, I go to reside
Until we meet again on the sunny side
By: Steven E. Keller
As I wash these dishes.
I wash the wishes
from these tired and ruined hands.
I look out into the street
with a thousand yard stare
Eyes lost glazed bare…
I see my children playing
in these dirty and broken streets
in an iron wasteland.
They know nothing of fields
oceans
flowers
or a brilliant sun.
They only know towers of glass, chrome,
burning cars, n broken neon bars.
As muddy dark clouds gather,
ash drifts, trash litters here n there.
Dry thunder rumbles.
Fragments of yesterday tumbles
solemnly aloft in desolations winds.
So with each cruel word.
With each hand across my face…
fuels my hate.
With each blow each loathsome glance…
I feel something drying, cracking falling…
Each lie from his lips drives devotion away.
I slice the dry Rye.
Look out onto the street
to see my little boys at play…
I need to leave these wasted lands.
These wastelands of cold hard stares n cruel innuendos…
that hurt like fist across the back of the belove.
I cry each day.
I die a little along the way.
I die each minute of the passing hour.
Stones, drop into this broken heart.
Each stone builds a wall of isolation.
I drown in the well of bottomless desolation.
As I look out in to desolations boulevard
I wash these cracked and dirty dishes and wash these wishes from these raw hands n watch my children run in play…
…this iron wasteland.
DREAMS OF THE DEATH OF LOVE
When a dream meets reality does love die?
When I dream of your caress I fly
Through the night so far above,
Pleasures undreamed of
Found in your
Love.
Nevermore
To kiss my sweet dove,
Gone the Laughter I belove.
Cold earth blankets your silent goodbye.
When a dream meets reality does love die?
Written 17/02/15
For Andrea Dietrich’s contest “An invented form”
Name for This form “hourglass”
Let not olden days aspire
All about the you and me
In wild, wild winter of desire
Longing and longing to be
In each other’s warmth
Love is in the air, they say
Oh, with it the minded minds
Vibrantly wish to live and sway
Embracing between the lines
Speechless faith does harm
Now that we both are in the
Arms of the great unbeknownst
Never been such our history
Crazy us that we surely own
Yonder mountain of distrust
Let not this fungus of love
Overwinter in dead leaves of the
Verdant tree of such belove
Entrapping souls to live in the
Same old alleys of our lust
Love is in the air, they say
Ah, with thoughts and dreams
If ego did not part our ways
Love, would it be so deem
Irresistible like us of yesterday
Your love to me I am on fire.
My desire of the heart it feels.
Your words I hear your voice among them.
I reach out to touch but can not feel.
My empitness of life the void of image I see.
A beauty before my grace I fall to my knees.
My tears they drench in sorrow.
The belove I hold near my heart in dreams.
But only in hopes of tomorrows do I love.
But my every desire to touch and hold you close.
It is my dream to love once more deep in my soul.
But never be alone in darkness and always be love in heart.
HIS NAME IS BEAUTIFUL
His heart is so tender,
To care his ugly love,
Controlling his anger,
He behaves like a dove.
Like a roaring ocean,
He fights with everyone,
Who hurts her emotions,
He is her strong forefront.
He is of monarch clan,
No match his ugly
love,
But bows down like
blind man,
Infront of his belove.
His unspoken love reigns,
Worthy of worshipful,
Her hero has a name,
His name is beautiful.
Watisungla Ao
9th May 2013
CHRISTMAS ALLITERATION
Silent snowflakes softly fall,
Whispering wishes, one and all.
Brightly burning Christmas cheer,
Melodies of rejoicing reaching the ear.4
Twinkling tinsel, trim the tree,
Gleaming glittering lights, so merrily.
Sleigh bells sing, as reindeer roam,
Through frosty fields they joyfully comb.8
Warmth and wonder in wintry air,
Crisp and cold, without despair.
Candles glowing, casting a glow,
Guiding hearts, where love will grow.¹²
Christmas time, a magical sight,
Just as my alliteration blazes bright.
Gather together, belove and believe,
In this festive season we relive.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Image by: Gerhard Nelson
Copyright ©?25th December 2023.
Observe the mystery.
I thy destiny, I thy fate. Said HE.
Squeeze thy PALMS with faith
Mark the swirling path.
Wrench it STRAIGHT.
WASH your FACE at the living well.
Quench thy thirst.
Let thy feet travel from thy dwelling PLACE
I thy destiny watch thy fate.
Solemn is the race.
Sacred is its place with the servitude and
Joy in all the HEAVENS MY BELOVE.
LANGUISH and lead to the LIVING well.
Not be it secret, ancient ones tell.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
'Til TIME collected with rust.
I am slow to RECOGNIZE he who breeds
Another heir to NOTHINGNESS.
I thy destiny know thy GRACE.
Often times one cannot calculate his own
FORTUNE. Stand erect. Concentrate.
Confiscate the hearts of man abiding with us.
'Lo the SIRIUS STAR twirling.
The Lords of the CONSTELLATIONS have
Spoken.
Your REDEMPTION IS AT HAND.
I thy destiny. Said them
In unison.
STAND AS ONE
Expect changes that you know will
Grow this love in time.
Expect these changes which are not dreaded
But open each of our hearts like ROSE buds.
Expect changes of a FRANTIC BRIDE
Waiting for her groom.
The types of changes which tips its hat to
An autumn afternoon.
Expect fiery changes that may consume
Each OF our hearts in flames
One belove to another expect these changes
Of subtle pains that come with torrential rains.
Expect changes of social madness at a spring
Wedding of bliss when kissed.
Now seasons turning with a twist.
And all is fair on a SUMMER AFTERNOON.
Expect changes which may stay 'til the
Festive SPARK OF JUNE.
When all has SIMMERED and is fancy and
Steamy acknowledge these days as
Fine and DREAMY, then the laughter of
Spring and summer mingle when
Autumn touches and more to tingle.
Soon winter rushes in a disguise at first,
A slow falling snow.
Exceeding the joy I hoped for.
Akin to hungry waves licking the OCEANS
GLADDENING SHORE.
Expect changes with impossible meanings
And FAIR WEATHER DREAMINGS.
God is of all Deity
I am walking with Divinity
In the glory of the Trinity
Under His sovereignty
In the light of Their glory
Walk, walk, walking,
side by side with my Leader.
Walk, walk, walking,
side by side with my Redeemer.
Walk, walk, walking,
with my Savior, all the day long,
As His faithful follower.
Walk, Walk, walking,
with Jesus, who is God and Love.
The abundant Blessed Giver and
the Eternal progenitor of us all; especially
to His select, His belove chosen, His children.
Listening to an intimate song
Having an intimate thought
Touch me place your tender finger tips everywhere
Don't ever lose that magic charm
The pleasure is all mine
You are definitely Divine
Tell me the secret way you supply your time
I'm lost in the moment my love
On edge is where you have me
Only you can do this
Right now in your poise
With this choice
It's only for you
My pleasure package
You are the truth
Your orgasmic legacy
Born in me
Aah the ecstasy guarantee
Sentence me to an eternity
Of thank you please
With all my love my belove
Elation steals the day smiling away
Never have I felt so drawn, emotions
Thundering, I wondered why and I sighed
Wondering where she was, is she in pain?
Maybe she's watching the rain with every
Drop there is my beating heart, heart beat
She, my only cause sure there must be laws
Her beauty so clever purely GOD'S craft
Times so right ignite the fuel we spark.
A start A brand new forever
Raindrops a pin drops silent is the night
Listening for my heart beat a stellar song
It is my beating heart which cries polite
I hear her dainty feet, delicate noise
Of mesmerizing music She steps on
IN THE PATH OF PASSION'S floral essence
The pulse of our passion is without end
FAIREST MY BELOVE FROM THE HEARTS OF ANGELS
What a perfect day,
What clouds.
What a perfect day of love
Today I'll deal with you,belove
About how much wasn't winter
And clouds sadly slept.
I want to bathe in the clouds
Melt in the sun
Go snowy trail
Inhaling air unearthly.
Tell me what you were
You see there is no urine
In the dream I saw your eyes
At night it was my winter.
What a perfect day,
What clouds.
In a silent shed, where I come to wash down with my Creator
Can't no beast enter, and judge my immoral actions
For, He shall lay me down in green pastures, beneath oceans of thunder
For, Almighty has not forsaken my soul and left me to bleed
He has furnish my hunger , before the presence of thy enemies
Giving me his daily bread, beloved of my soul; in silence, I await Him
Patient, is my Sacred Crow, my cup runneth over, mercy on my knees
Anointest my head with oil, as I follow him all the days of my life
My pride, I shall swallow and dwell in his shelter
I shall no longer stumble , sin and trespass
Unto thee will I cry and kiss his feet
Belove is the, Almighty King of kings