Best Dirts Poems
I love
The leaves that fall too silent to the
ground, I love
When I'm lost and don't want to be
found, I love
When I dance and my head's spinnin
round, I love
When you leave and I feel like
I've drowned.
I love
When you hate me so much that it
hurts, I love
When you push me to ashes and
dirts, I love
When my eyes are as dry as
desserts, I love
When I can't seem to manage my blurts.
I love
When I'm numb and I don't feel a
thing, I love
When the feel of a bee doesn't
sting, I love
When I sleep walk from winter to
spring, I love
When the memories choke like a
string but I hate
You.
The thorns,oh man may spike thy side
In the shrubs and farms in the field of life
Thy wounds may bleed like the drips of rain
As if thy strength be poured and drained
Thy neighbour of ages or friend indeed
Might never for real comprehend thy need
Or the seeds that bang at the core of thy pains
As they see thy weary leaves and seeds
Thy wounds, oh man, may be dry by day
As you grin and pose like a model bright
Thy tears of life from men you may hide
But at night you bear thy tears and fears
Arise , oh brothers, great or small
Thy fights and tears are well renown
Be strong my lovely sisters sweet
For thy will can wheel thy ship ashore
Arise and take thy ship ashore
From the wrecks and dirts shall come thy reign
Resolve to be strong by day and by night
And soon thy tears shall cease like the rain
So recall there comes a ray of light
Beyond the storms you see at sea
Be strong for thy storms shall soon be ceased
And a beam of light shall soon be seen
So, take thy colours bold and red
And thy head be straight ahead again
For great is the man that wills to win
And be ready to arise and bloom again
Lead me dear Lord to your holy heart;
the fountain where love pours out.
Reign and rule in my hurting heart;
rid me of my dross, dirts and doubt.
Lead me dear Lord to the rugged cross
where you laid your precious life down.
Rid me of my luggage of lies and loss,
make me worthy of your golden crown.
Lead me dear Lord, save my sinking soul.
Cleanse me with the blood and tears
You shed to make me pure and whole;
rescue me from the fist of frailty and fear.
Lead me dear Lord out of life's prison
where sin, self and Satan reign supreme.
Quicken me in life's sour season;
Jesus, the mighty to save and redeem.
Lead me dear Lord to your eternal home;
the mansion of endless peace and grace.
Guide me while on earth I roam,
keep me till I see you face to face.
Anindya Mohan Tagore
Born with a pinkish heart - you unfold it in the dark of the night only for the moon to discover. You bathe in moonlight to wash the dirts from your divine soul and bloom for the stars to emulate. Your magical fragrance makes the night drunk - me too. Where would you like to be? In a vase? Bouquet? Or hanging from my lover's hair loops?
Rajanigandha -
The fragrance of the night - keeps
me amazed whole life
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Life is like a mysterious time in a clock,
No turning back.
Life is like a rough road,
Too many crossroads.
Life is like a series of books,
Full of different stories.
Life is like a soap and a bowl of water,
Wash the dirts and clean the germs.
Life is like a cup of coffee,
Sweet, bitter, and sour taste.
Life is like a music,
Feel the pitch, rhythm and dynamics.
Life is like a boat,
Sails against the tide.
Life is like a canvas board,
Paint it with vibrant colours.
Life is like a gift,
Cherish it or loathe it.
Life is like a constant visit,
Needs a daily reflection.
Life is like a tunnel, full of darkness
Yet reaching toward the light.
Life is like an empty bowl,
Fill it with hard work.
Life is like a death of Jesus,
For the forgiveness of sins.
Life is like a...
SOMEDAY
Someday it shall be,
We shall all be free from violent and terrorism.
Peace shall be restored among the commoners
And the pains of our abdomen shall cease in us;
That is we all dream of after the rain and the sun.
Someday men shall be in unity,
Many shall dance in the field of love and peace.
We shall be love by nature and mother earth shall not dine more of our body in the darkness of the grave.
Government and ministers shall be free from corruption between their teeth and tongue tip.
Someday all men shall be equal and valuable,
We will grow up together in an open stream.
White clouds shall cover our sorrow and agony.
The lions shall have a hand shake with the lizard,
The elephant; a brave friend to the soldier ant.
Then the power to change shall change in our hand.
Our neighbours shall remove dirts from our eyes,
Then brush our teeth and bath us in the closet.
Our legs shall master the ground and sweep the
Floor that curse our feet to evil and unleash
The sky of its wickedness and; monster in the world.
Someday we shall learn to correct our children.
Someday we shall go to school that teach morals.
Someday we shall laugh together and pray together.
Someday faith shall follow us all because honey of
The ears soften the tickness of the eyes and mouth.
Mind your friend and don't judge them,
We are here for each other; to love and believe.
Before you judge, first remove that which is in your eyes and then; turn to your neighbour and remove his
Some day discrimination and tribalism shall be a tale of the old to talk about.
Some day, we shall all be in harmony with all.
Someday shall it be, peace shall reign like water here.
(C) john chizoba vincent
Today, I learnt to optimize opportunities that open up,
to romance the radiance of the rainbow after the rain.
To gather golden grains before they turn to gross,
to pick pleasant pearls before the got plundered
and to blow beautiful balloon before they
burst..
Today I learnt to lean on the love of the Lord...
Carefully carry my cross & casting my cares on Christ,
dancing to the drumbeat of His decisions as my daily
delight,
putting my pride and passion on the platter of His
praise
and walking wisely in His words, will and ways in this
world.
Today I learnt not to despise those in distress,
discomfort & debt,
they are worms wallowing in worry that can wake up
to be wonders,
They may be in tears yet they have trailblazing tales
to tell,
They may look mean but they can be moulded to be
mighty.
they may be dying in dirts and dross but they are
dazzling diamonds.
A learning to live series #1. (c) Adeleke Adeite. May
2008
The painful truth about my heart
My eternal abode of treasure
Where feelings and thoughts brew like wine
And words like a fountain flow
Suddenly became dry like a desert
Making screech noise like a tire that was punctured
The gold in me thrown to swine
And tears like blood begins to flow
Painful truth about my country
The land flowing with oil and brains
Where crop, trees and fruits have brought gains
And children like seeds are nursed
Like magic they are becoming history
Folly, robbery and corruption increased
The more you look the less you see
Darkness covers the land and the leaders glow
Painful thought about the families
Our first and last call for comfort
Where love and bonding should first be taught
And character be pummeled with wisdom
A pity it is now become a farce
Eroding quicker than a sandy road
Mismanaged, neglected pushed back and forth
Has now become a sort of trap
Tears like blood mourns it's death
Painful Thought about the place of worship
Our eternal abode of salvation
Where spirituality and pious ness resides
And divine instructions emanate
Shamefully becomes the den of lions
It devours the innocence of the people
Wallowing in dirts and controversy
Making the almighty a topic of deception
As the pockets and hearts of followers begins to leak
@kolawole_john
I am 58
I was forced to three wives
That always feed on hate.
My offspring are millions of lives
Only united in sharing my cakes.
I am 58
I can't feed my children at my age
No, their elected elders won't let me to
Despite the plenty, they are left with little.
I am 58
Once a pride now a disgrace
Greed of few turn my honour to shame
Oh, my offsprings are disowning me everyday
From their quest for greener pastures, they return to me in chains.
I am 58
Every first of October they gather to celebrate me
Then abandon my dirts to beautify my competitors'
At my age, I am still a dumping ground; a land of generators.
Season of bliss; drops from afar pelt greens
Wearily grasses splashed and blushed in kins
Boring cold canopied the tired halls
Curtains of strained times peaked towering walls
This ageless path leads everywhere but home
Darkened lanes knitted its lenght in loose comb
Deeply watching roofs pecked in disarray
Through death holes, above vain pits, where dirts lay
At the circle of the beaded calabash-
Prime of the town; a lord hails with no match
His rod longs beyond radius of his sphere
His ways are perfect, to whom life is dear
Crowned lord of the soil, second to the gods
On stairs, where men stares, not step, his throne odds
Born in this month of clouds and thrills of rain
Skies of gloom enshrouds with chilled wails of pain
Evened feelings lacking densed parity
Still smile's kernel, shelters crude hope only
On nailed grounds, callus knees crawled back and forth
Boiling brooding blood blind with discomfort
And when june eloped with carved memories
Daring showers followed, that bode victories
A washerman in the habit of going to the river nearby,
To wash the dirts of the whole people of his village,
He cried croc..croc many times raising his voice once,
Neighbors came running to the river bank to know why?
All in laugh the washerman for his foolish funny,
The day followed also he enjoyed his same old comedy,
Innocent people came again running to save the washerman,
All in laugh he once more thinking all fools the village men,
Oh,a croc sailed in fact,washerman cried,not late the other day,
Came not men in hate but his fate as a long killer crocodile!
When mother nature swirls around
sweeping dust and dirts off the ground;
her dance steps create sour sights and sound...
which make torture in nature abound.
Hear the cannonading thrusts of thunder;
how each sparks tear the atmosphere asunder.
Watch the pitter patter raindrops plunder
those little lilies we watch with wonder.
Morning music begins with cocks crowing;
and at noon, Magpies on trees keep warbling.
No one waits to hear the green snakes' slithering;
as nature keeps the moonlight trees whispering.
I hear the sound of silence in the cloud...
and the whispers of windstorm ever loud.
Autumn tells a tale of how to humble the proud...
Nature nutures noises that could strip a stroud.
Broken promises, Shattered dreams,
Everyone says what nobody means,
Lost hope, Stolen smile,
Everything heals it just takes a while,
Life taken, Love hurts,
Time to brush off the unseen dirts,
Untold truths, Forbidden lies,
Wipe the tears from your drowning eyes,
Deafening scream, Unheard voices,
Everyone's faced with different choices,
Unseen honesty, Pounding heart,
You're incomplete when you fall apart,
Unfinished buisness, Crippiling pain,
No one here is truly sane,
Ripped soul, Unanswered prayers,
People around but nobody cares,
Lights out, Darkness around,
Now you're 6ft under ground,
Forgotten friend, Missed neice,
As you lay resting in peace.
When mother nature swirls around
sweeping dust and dirts off the ground;
her dance steps create sour sights and sound...
which make torture in nature abound.
Hear the cannonading thrusts of thunder;
how each sparks tear the atmosphere asunder.
Watch the pitter patter raindrops plunder
those little lilies we watch with wonder.
Morning music begins with cocks crowing;
and at noon, Magpies on trees keep warbling.
No one waits to hear the green snakes' slithering;
as nature keeps the moonlight trees whispering.
I hear the sound of silence in the cloud...
and the whispers of windstorm ever loud.
Autumn tells a tale of how to humble the proud...
Nature nutures noises that could strip a stroud.
wherever you go
millons of mile away from home
do not say yes when you mean to say no
friends may fly away
and foes may come your way
do not say yes when you mean no to say
dirts may dent your eyes
and grey turns the blessed skies
do not delight in telling lies
hope may frown at you
and fear compasses you
do not paint a lie to be true.