Best Hade Poems
Your love is Near
From the lyrics on the duet of loneliness
I hade seen the spark in your eyes and your smile
It is not what the past is saying to you,
It is not what the present is displaying to you,
Not even what the future is predicting to you
I know you and I have seen the sparkling love in you,
I know how lovable you are and what you deserve
You are crowned to be lover;
Now stand for love, because your love is near
Now fall in love again, because love is loving you
Your love is in the roots of a perfumed linen of your soul
Your love is planted in the intersections of your sentiment and emotion
It is not what desperation is saying to you
Not even when financial struggles suffocate your hope
I know you as you are, breathing trough this lines,
I can feel your passion to help, care and sustain,
You had been prepared for this moment of follies
You are free to love, to be in love,
because your lover is near
I feel like declaring on the top of the mountain of chemistry,
That Your enzyme is ready to melt your lover down as butter,
Your lover will not imagine what is happing, while pulling in
The chemistry is translating the tension to attention
Increasing drops to the carnal sieve of your lovable spirit
It is not about tones and shapes as advertised around;
It mostly about the candle of your brilliances is screening
You are ready again for the game of passion and love living
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
He watched as she climbed to the top,
and when she stopped to look around, he found himself spell-bound -
She never knew that he was there---
He leaned far back against the rail,
watching as she searched the grounds
From here the city churches pierced the mist
and one could hear the hallowed sound
of mourning doves repeating vows, from shadows all around
As dusk closed in, and crowds had thinned, the two of them were left alone
The lonely light of summer air stirred her hair, now black as night.
A watchman came to lock the gate, he motioned them to follow him
He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
And then, by fate, ... they were a pair, alone to share the night
While holding hands they left as one
The sun was gone, the night was young
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
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5/31/18
Contest: One/Nine/Sixteen
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Requirements:
Line 1: The spiral staircase hade her high heels sing
Line 9: From here the city churches pierced the mist
Line: 16: He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
The night was lonely when my pills called for me. Stock piling them, not knowing if they’ll ever be used. I told myself I’d take them if life still didn’t get better. So down they went, at least a couple hundred. I didn’t die, but I caused a lot of pain for friends, family, and my lungs, man.
The ablulance took me to the emergency room in my town. There aren’t enough recourses to save a stupid suicidal teen, so they sent me hours away in a helicopter. The last thing I remember was going to sleep. When I woke up I had tubes in my throat and doctors and nurse telling me to cough so the pills would pump out of my body. How can you cough with a tube in your throat though?
A day later, I was sent to a mental hospital where things only plummeted even more. There were about twenty people there, but I only made friends with two. Eventually more came and I had new friends for a few days. They had therapy dogs to help us psychos feel a little better until you’d go to art and be criticized by staff and become more suicidal. yay!
I was put on antidepressants which made my bipolar disorder peak. They eventually made me lose 80 percent of my memory, so your girl stopped taking them.
Then I got better. Believe me, I too, was an “it never gets better” person. I still was for months after leaving that mental hospital because the experience was so bad, but if you focus on the negative, how can you get better. My old cringy poems from years ago are a great example of how I thought things would suck for ever.
Now, it’s been a bit over a year, and my perspective on life has changed. No longer am I a pessimistic angry teen who hates everyone. I found little things to hold on to so I hade a “purpose” until bigger things that gave me a bigger purpose came along. I wish any who has “it will never get better” ingrained in their head will find a way to make it bearable for them to keep pushing until they realize things do get better.
If I would’ve died, I would’ve lost so much that I didn’t even know I’d gain.
The worst day
To ever sprout
From the depths of Hade
Could not begin to express
How he made me feel.
Who would have guessed?
Sure,
He had follicles
That put even the most
Gorgeous
Flaming
Queen to shame.
And it’s true
I envies his
Soft,
Velvet smooth,
Shining skin.
I put my heart on the line
And to have it come back
With a letter of
Reject
I’m crushed,
Cold, and
Consumed with the dreams
Of the past.
Now, I watch
As he shimmies by
With his bedazzled
Ass.
On my way to the pub
I was walking to the pub at sundown
when I reach my destination the last pink rays
on the sky was vanishing,
a promise of a sunny tomorrow.
On the road, I was overtaken by a horse
that neighed politely,
on its back, a crow sat using a foul language.
On the way back home I was late had
been playing poker with matches,
I lost a box.
I met the horse it offered to
take me home the foul crow hade gone.
I stabled the horse in the garage
gave it bread and water.
Next morning it was gone.
The crow sat on the window ledge
demanding a silver soup spoon and
an assortment of nuts.
To my future badass wife
You might be reading this now or you are acting all "I hate long writings" so you just scroll pass this piece
You might be sitting next to you parents now or you are busy taking advantage of the weather for two to warm a man's bed
You might be enjoying your relationship right now or crushing on a fine man or you Just became and ex or 'u nor evin blive in lov egain'
Listen
You're going to get married to me, a fine and simple African man who doesn't believe in the putting on of makeups or the wearing of perfumes to look beautiful or smell good
I Know you have already been beautifully beautified by his beautiful hands and you smells good
I'm not going to marry you as a maid but a helpmate so I'm not going to relax on the couch and call you from the kitchen just to help me increase the volume of the TV set
'but ar lek me beleh n me favorite food na dry res'
To my future badass wife
I'm that crazy poet who will insert words into your heart and brightens it path as you walk pass my path in the middle of the night
Like a thief in the night
I will sneak into your pant or strip off your lingerie
and enjoy you fight to catch your breath of life
My rod wouldn't kill you for what doesn't kill you makes your strong
So I see you giving me head like Floyd Mayweather you will be my undefeated champ
'Ar go pull na doe u n gee u new names'
'ar go call u baby, sweetheart n any oda name way go sweet u heart'
'but if u take advantage n decide for cheat ar swear we two go pat'
Ar go b d bush debul way u go d see na u wet dreams
D same debul way u han go d shower ihn hade with blessings
Way go d hit u spot n enjoy way u go d tok in strange languages
To my future badass wife
Me na country man n ar lek Boku pikin so fortified you 'wasebone' b4 dis fet ya begin
© BlaqPoet
Ep 1
?I wanted to discover the world through your body, to be in adventure, to know the truth, about rain, wind, rainbow, and morning breeze, but I never touched you, hugged you, smell your neck, and breath through your breath, but today, when it was raining outside, I figured that rain is not your sadness, wind is not your madness, rainbow is not your smile, and breeze is not breathing through your breath, rain is tears of joy that falls from sky when you wink, wind is when world want to smell like you it come and touch you, rainbow is sort thanking after your wink to the sky it bow his hade, and breeze I can?t figure it until I see you and smell your neck?..?
FOR YEARS I TRIED TO
FIND MYSELF IN WORK,
IN THINGS AND BOOZE
WHEN FACED WITH
WRENCHING
DESPERATION I DIDN’T
KNOW THAT I COULD
CHOOSE
I PUT DOWN BOOZE AT
TWENTY NINE AND
THOUGHT I HAD BEEN
SAVED
BUT THINGS WERE
STILL MY GOD AT
HEART THOUGH I
THOUGHT I HAD IT
MADE
MY LIFE AROUND ME
MUCH IMPROVED NOW
SOBER I HAD A CHANCE
BUT WITH MY HEART SO
DESPERATE FOR AN
ANSWER I NEVER
LEARNED TO DANCE
AT FORTY THREE I
PICKED UP BOOZE
AGAIN AND MY THINGS
COULD NOT SUSTAIN ME
BOOZE NO LONGER
NUMBED THE PAIN AND
THAT AWARENESS HAD
NOT FREED ME
FROM MYSELF I TRIED
TO GET AWAY FROM THE
SHAME AND GUILT
AND FOUND LITTLE
PURPOSE TO BE AT
ALL, TO SURVIVE, TO
HAVE THE WILL
I PUT DOWN BOOZE AT
FORTY SEVEN AND
THOUGHT I HAD BEEN
SAVED
BUT THINGS WERE
STILL MY GOD AT
HEART THOUGH I
THOUGHT I HADE IT
MADE
FOR YEARS TO COME
I’D LOSE IT ALL AND
WONDER WHAT WENT
WRONG
AND SING TO MYSELF
SO I COULD HEAR MY
SAD, LAMENTING SONG
O’ PITY ME I HAVE IT
ROUGH I USED TO HAVE
IT ALL
I USED TO BE
SOMEBODY ONCE LONG
BEFORE THE FALL
MY SONG TURNED INTO
POETRY WHICH I USED
TO ASK FOR HELP
AND WITHOUT THINKING
I HAD TO WRITE WHAT
IT WAS I REALLY FELT
A LONGING IN MY
HEART THAT I RECALL
WAS ALWAYS THERE
TO KNOW MYSELF AND
BE WITH HIM VOID OF
ANY FEAR
AND THROUGH HIS
GRACE I FOUND MY
VOICE-OH SECRETS I
WOULD TELL
THROUGH WRITING
POETRY I FOUND THAT
I WAS BECOMING WELL
THE WORDS UNLOCKED A
PLACE INSIDE I
ALWAYS FEARED TO GO
BUT NOW WITH EACH
EXPRESSION I FEEL MY
SPIRIT GROW
THERE ARE LESSONS I
STILL NEED TO LEARN
AND LESSONS I WILL
TEACH
AS I LISTEN TO THE
STILLNESS OF GOD I
AM WELL WITHIN HIS
REACH
I PUT DOWN ALL THE
THINGS THAT CONTINUE
TO GET IN MY WAY
AT FIFTY GOD RESTS
IN MY HEART I KNOW I
HAVE BEEN SAVED
I HAD TO LEARN THAT
LIFE IS NOT THOUGHTS
BUT THE ESSENCE OF
WHAT IS FELT
THE ANSWER CAME TO
ME SUDDENLY THAT
NIGHT I FINALLY
KNELT.
8-10-14
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
Form:
BY Mark Miller
04/21/2017
Open eyes
To start again
With cold embrace
One living being
Still beats a heart
In state of trance
No voice is heard
Outside the doors
Quiet remains
Shuffle about
Day's of night
Who goes there?
Unseen unheard
Image devours
This place nowhere
Not tick or tock
Just cloak of air
Seems to be
Point entry Hade
Why no one visits
Or do they know
That I’m not here
This place of old
House bitter cold
Shall I leave
Soon I hope
No matter where
Just out of here
Some comfort face
Sure would help
For Time has left
In longing waste
she rode around in my raggedy car
no we were'nt like the stars
she never complained
except about my complaining
she was so good with me
when it came to taming
she made me proud
just by sitting near me
she endured my abuses
left and came back to me
she said i love you
while she was under my attack
she stayed faithful
and always had my back
she was the wife
that never had my name
she made her vows
on what she made stand
she made me complete
and more of a man
she hade me so happy
just to be her man
Form:
oh butterfly how you used to be my friend at night
watching you fluttter as blood took over my sight
a little winged creature so innocent and sweet
nobody knew it was my skin you used to meet
butterfly kisses on my skin so nice and cool
red ink flowing on the ground into its own pool
oh how we loved to cry
when morning came and we had to say good bey
a day without you made my heart ache
walking around with a smile i hade to fake
butterfly how could your spell be so strong
for i was hooked on you for way to long
my arms i have to show for my regret
as i used to live my life in red
as i broke off your wings your image did fade
all that was left was the truth all along, you were just a blade
I miss the way we used to play together
forever, we played in the changing weather
however, we still gave love forever,
whenever, we saw each other, we smiled
up bright, the light, came down on us at night,
delightly, I felt after seeing you,
if it wasn't nonthing,it was love I knew,
we hade, but never told,
each other the secrets that we did forever
hold, but never, have we done something
so wrong,our love we had for each other
was so strong,the love was singing to us
as if it was a song
all along, we did belong
Is it right to give up?
Giving up the things that you hade
Made promise?
Things that you looked forward
In the near future,
Things that you had planed already,
But, during in the
Midst of doing the things for that plan,
you had realized
That it’s not your passion,
Will you dear to give and sacrifice
for your real dream in life?
Two things I am thinking of,
Giving up and finding my passion,
Or
Continuing this sorrow of mine,
If I give up,
The assurance of finding it is not secure,
And I will be regretting
In my entire life,
if i can't find it.
Oh, how cruel life is,
If I let go of my passion
And continue this
Thing,
I will not also secure that
I will be finishing
This,
For I know in my mind that
I am
Pushing my self,
And
Keep fooling that this is
What am I looking for,
But its not,
I know!
Where will I go?
What will I follow?
d
Form:
walk into the flames
you cant be afraid
there is so much pain
here is the test to prove how your made
hold my hand
be strong
strings of fire land
inside your eyes that see wrong
i dont want to die
tell me why
there is so much pain
dont let me cease in vain
share it with me
how they walk in the flames
take away the horrible things that hade to be
you cant, everything is going to remain the same
strings are being cut
they run blue
this is how they escaped but
pain isnt what they view
Form: