Best Owe Poems
You found me a broken soul
You didn’t need to know my past
You just lifted me and carried me away
Your gentle touch assured me I was safe
Your soothing voice was most comforting
Your tenderness was the validation of the
possibility I have a chance to make it
I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes
I was too afraid to open my eyes
In my confusion thoughts you were an Angel
Perhaps you’re here to take me up to Heaven
Away from the pain and ugliness that’s breaking me down to pieces
And in my broken heart I felt your spark of hope
You didn’t need to ask me for anything
Seeing and understanding who I was
You went about your way and cared for me
You healed me
You filled me with hope
You gave me a validation there’s much to live for
Now I can look into your eyes
My heart embraces you
I’m smiling for you
And
I suppose I owe you a million of thanks
Akkina
8/8/23
POTD 8/10/23
Hello poets, been a bit.
I owe you
The seeds of wonder sown into my land
The deep well of true feel I'm drawn into
The height and breadth of visions that expand
The magic of music, a deep world view.
You awe me!
A book of Truth, its flavours and tempers
A brush of colours that sketches and rhymes
A radiating flame bursting from embers
A sword of thoughts with sweet Nature aligns.
I owe you
The new Smile, the Spring time, the blazing verve
The thrill of the heart, the mine of countless spaces
The thirst for verses of instinct and nerve
The Muse of genuine Art one embraces.
You awe me!
Nature, your beloved.. your sanctified creed
The love declaration to pen Juliet!
God's purest Gift, of verse a devotee
The silence of mountains is your asset.
I owe you a smile
If on today you see me down
Just know that I’m not myself right now
I’m just not having a good day
So please don’t get in my way
If I turn around and snap at you
It’s probably because I’ve already warned you
Today I’m not feeling like myself
So please go bother someone else
I’m sorry if you don’t like my attitude
I’m really trying hard not to be rude
But the wrinkle in my forehead should be a sign
That today is not your day and neither mine
So let me cool down and you try again in a little while
And remember this… “I owe you a smile.”
“The Simple Words”
I
owe
you my
everything.
Your perpetual
love leaves me bathed in your warm glow
and brightens my deepest, darkest moments with the light
of your omniscient presence bleeding bright azure beauty into my indigo soul.
02/24/16
So many days
All passed in a blur
With all my thoughts
Focused all on her
It was no way to live
Trapped within the past
But now today
I can say at last
I'm sorry for
Everything I put you through
But you put me through things too
And I don't owe you anything
What's done is truly done
We hurt each other so many times
But it's time to run
Those days were nice
Back when you still cared
I really did
But I was really scared
It's been a year
Since you killed our hope
I suffered all these days
Tangled in your rope
I'm sorry for
Everything I put you through
But you were just as bad
And I don't owe you anything
What's done is truly done
We hurt each other so many times
But now it's time to run and
I spent a whole year trying
To sort out what you left
And now I've finally got it
You didn't leave me so bereft
You helped me find
The man beneath the boy
You helped me grow
And learn how to destroy
Apologies
Don't mean a thing anymore
You've already made your choice
So I don't owe you anything
I'm glad it's finally done
A year of atonement ends today
The time has finally run
Out, the sands of time caress
My face as clouds give way to rain
We're even now and now I can walk
Without my heart in pain
Does God Owe Anyone an Apology?
When misfortune and bad luck strikes
Many of us feel God is either dead or owes us an apology.
Certainly, if you find yourself at the wrong time and place.
All you can do is pray for mercy.
Perhaps he needs to do things differently before the fanatics wipe us out.
In modern life, there are many ways to learn to be good
School does this, a nice film or a good song does this too.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not advocating atheism—
Kids need God to protect them from the boogey man late at night.
However, as adults, the concept of an invisible man
You meet after you die may sound a little far-fetched.
But, if you are suffering any kind of serious illness or are at the end of your life,
You may find comfort in believing heaven.
Everyone wants to make it to heaven but no one wants to die.
Soon all things will owe themselves to progress
and nature will neither wane nor wax
accosted by bulbs and cog-laden streams.
Children in god-awful Christmas jumpers
gather around the May-pole to watch
the leaves become what they’re deprived of.
We are taught to fear puddles, duty free
purchases, and heroes speak in slant rhyme.
Thermodynamics washes the feet
of tired old gravity, entropic
kisses to keep loved ones close; parody—
if absence does what it does, we should leave
and never return to this place of progress
where bluebells can’t frost and starlings sing falsetto.
broken currency,
the feather a bloodied raven.
here,take it.
To whom do i owe the pleasure of sharing my intricate clicks and drum bound
dancing of my tongue of a dying people?
to whom do i owe the pleasure of sharing the claps and the steps that massage
the earth and invoke the rains to water our crowns?
With whom do i share the pain in my land?
With whom do i speak of our fallen kings and warriors to whom i owe my being?
To whom do i owe the mahogany tainted skin and dark earth eyes?
To whom do i owe the subtle hint of kingship in my step?
With whom do i unfold the aged pages of our history that is deeply buried in the
elderly, for they soon will visit the grave?
The lines on their faces hold the essence of life and true wisdom, but all we see
is their old ways that pale in comparison to my mp3 player!
These thoughts are with me like the constant humming of an expectant mother,
pregnant with life, pregnant with the future, pregnant with the hope of better
things promised to come!
It is to she, for she is my truest companion.
She gave witness to my first breath and it is she who will witness my last.
I will return to her whence forth i came.
She is Africa, to whom i owe all that i speak!
Form:
to this life i live
for every breath i am
forced to breeth
to this existance
where i have a voice
to the places
where i have no choice
to the reasons
that i toil
for the child
that was not spoiled
to intentions that
motivated my invention
what am i ?
who am i ?
and where am i going?
what's guiding my feet to
where they are going
what guides my thinking
to what i am knowing
what inspires my voice and hand
to speak and write what i am
what does my future and past say
about my today
and if i die will my mission
be compleat
did i say enough
did i write enough
did i do enough
to who and what do these things matter
to me? what do i have?
to God? oh God what have i done?
to the world? yes, i left my mark
maybe a bruse but not a scar
i reached for the stars
climbed the mightest mountian
and gave 110%
and you say my reward
is with in me
all i can say is
please don't ask me
to do it again
i couldn't put myself throught it
except to know that
next time will be harder than this time
that what didn't kill me last time
might kill me this time
has my spirit been broken
or my gold been refined
how strong do i look
brokendown crying
I owe it all to my mother ,
who held me on chord light as feather
I owe it all to my mother ,
who nurtured me like a hoer
I owe it all to my mother
who's kind ,polite and sober
I owe it all to my mother
Who is a teacher ,nurse and counselor
I owe it all to my mother
Who gifted me a wacky brother
I owe it all to my mother
to make us live together
I owe it all to my mother,
who stood with me all those nights I did suffer,
I owe it all to my mother,
who went through tough grueling weather,
I owe it all to my mother,
who is as powerful as victor
I owe it all to my mother,
If I searched globe, can't find another.
It is my belief that the amount of debt that I have incurred during my long journey thru this life can never be fully repaid by a mortal man such as me. How much can it be?
One debt that I owe that I can never adequately repay is the love and understanding of my cherished wife who has shared her life with me.
What amount can be assessed, matter not what the endeavor, matter not the task, this wife of mine is always there to assist, never complaining while shouldering more than her share of the load?
How do I know an amount to be levied or know what I owe for the four beautiful children that she bore and shepherd through their early life and seen them on their way?
I have nothing to pay to cover the debt of seeing these same children that I am proud to call my own, become strong productive members of our society now with children of their own.
What amount is now owing for the pleasure that I see as I watch how well these grandchildren have made a start on their own families, lives and careers as they move toward future years?
What amount do I owe for the gift of this life that has been given to me by the generations that have gone before, that allowed me to be born into this land of the free?
What is my share of the debt owing to the young men and women that serve in our military and fight and die for us each day as others have done before, yet thankfully I personally have never had to experience the horrors of a war?
What is the value of my place upon a land of plenty where in this life I have never known real hunger or lacked for medical care in my time of need or longed for just a spark of hope?
What do I owe for the sights that I see as I gaze at the mountains, rivers and the sea that spread out before us all as we travel across this land?
I know that these debts cannot be paid in mere monetary terms but only by showing my deep appreciation and a heartfelt “thank you” while explaining to all how much they all have meant to me?
Conveyance of this message hopefully may help to render full payment and hopefully settle the score. I can only hope that will be the case.
What love I owe?
I see you and I bow
Indifferent to the World
Lost in your hair and curl.
Your eyes full of adventure,
I can see me and our future.
Mesmerized by your nimble limbs
My temperature grows as steam
Holding hands and I can't speak
Quiet I stay and I sneak...
Enchanting the beauty and praising
As a peacock in the meadow, gazing.
Let the beauty be
for my child, for years to come.
Will it stay untouched?
I have so much ahead of me
all because of you
if you hadn't done this
I wouldn't have either
you are my inspiration
the reason for my success
I never want to disapoint you
You convinced me to put band down
as my elective
For that I owe you my life
You are like the big sister I never had
Aunt Amber You have taught me everything
from playing my flute to finding the greatest deals
for that I owe you my life
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