Best Composure Poems
When we touch
I feel something happen
When we breathe
All the world is humbled
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
When we flee
Darkness brings us release
All you need
You can find it in me
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
Written by Janetta's Grandson Mac.
Don’t let your neighbours decompose
Make sure they are well
Or else they go green and blot
And also start to smell
Once you detect an awful stench
Don’t wait for garbage day
It won’t get better, only worse
Take measures right away
Request welfare check at once
We’d rather cut them fresh
Putrefaction will advance
And bugs will feast on flesh..
Just keep this image in your mind
Believe me, it’s that gross
Be a responsible adult
Don’t let them decompose
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
That day in the park
we walked
and we knew we were wrong
we were wrong
and they saw us
but it felt right
a distorted feeling
and all along
we knew
we knew
that we were
wrong.
you held my hand
and we climbed higher
we weren't afraid
pure desire
but in our hearts
we'll always know
that we were,
we were
wrong.
jade brine reflections
in morning light composure
graces the shoreline
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
There's a time that comes every now and then,
When one must sit and shut tight both eyes,
To hold back a deluge of welling tears,
To maintain that happy workplace disguise.
More often than not we curse such changes
That strike the core of our comfort zone,
And usurp our minds of its security
To leave us speechless and very much alone.
But despite these feelings that one may bare
It is a fact that life is exactly that:
A destined journey of constant changes
That can switch course at the drop of a hat.
No matter how hard it may slap one's face
With a force never before known to be,
This reality of your sure departure still seems
Like a daydream fantasy.
In the lest of composure one can
Manage a pair of arms separate with much caution,
But in the manner of a bird from a nest,
Or an eager child into a winter snow,
There are times when utmost love can be shown
In the simple action of letting go.
Like a calm river,
You absorb all the dirt, yet
Stay crystal clear.
When we touch
I feel something happen
When we breathe
All the world is humbled
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
When we flee
Darkness brings us release
All you need
You can find it in me
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
It's description is corruption.
A continuous rape of pride and health
that nests within your walls of life.
Eats your body, drinks your blood,
Satan’s imitation of the crucifixion.
A candle of white set upon by dripping tar,
snuffed the flame and floating on it's breath.
Invading death. . .that rubs against the ivory bone.
Spectrums collapse and leave behind the somber shades
that rub with time, as faith decays.
As flesh constricts, draws closer to it's source,
Skeletal exposure.
Cancerous composure.
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
WHAT MOTIVATES ME
What helps me to grow
What keeps me sane and energised
Feels, whoever is closer to my heart
Propels me to the fore.
Remarkably, my near and dear ones and bountiful nature
Inspires to pursue my dreams
Instils positive energy in me
Drives to stand on my own feet.
My hubby
How he defies all odds with composure
How seamlessly shut the chaotic world
How much efforts he puts in
To make our lives easier.
My son
His zeal to be friendly with new tech
And die-hard grit not to savour sugar
With a tinge of resilience meet challenges
And guiding me too all through.
Monsoon
Brings cheer on our sullen faces
How withered plants eager to embrace drops
And a deep sigh by the parched land
Joyful to quench its thirst.
Meadows
How pristine greenery showers radiance
Rekindle me with overflowing love
Set to tread on the path of happiness
Liveliness and mirth all around.
Munchkin
Playful innocence tickles my heart
Infectious smile wipes away my worries
I forget the world and indulge in hearty laughter
Undeniably, a perfect divine's creation.
DATED: 22 JULY2021
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As long as I keep it at bay:
Even in the depths, I'll be okay.
God has made our life for a timely qualitative change,
steadiness under stress has to be in relative range.
I try to compose myself when in your presence
But it seems i get perceived as a good for nothing peasant
I just long for that person to hold
But in the night im left feeling cold
I just struggle to move fourth with my life
Taking those bad nights in my strife
My heart bleeds everyday
I can’t take it that I had to put you down to lay