Every tribe, a savior
That's why we have
Different religion
Every person, a choice
That's why everyone
Has who they endowed.
Every time or season
Someone is risen
Base on some reasons
To liberate his or her people
So they don't live in bondages
Suffering from past ancestral mistakes.
If you don't wake up
You'll always initiate
Break ups
Because some misunderstanding
Are made to make up
Without discord
Unless you're not fully involved.
Experiencing life discovering how love works
learning from past choices and mistakes
accepting how life ebbs and flow fluctuates
not allowing the heart stagnate from break-ups
moving on can be hard and painful, but vital
love don't suppose to hurt, rejection do
whether unconditional or conditional love
heartbroken proceed on, you will heal
those feelings can leave deep wounds
don't let it consume your heart space
know you did your best at those time
your unforgivable love will be missed
love is powerful, yet hard to come by
you are born with its natural force
that's why you can do it all over again
again and again and again and again.
I don’t wanna lose myself
To something so trivial
I just want something
That I’ve been missing
I don’t know what
The missing piece is
You had it and you’re gone
Can you return it back
I’m tired
Too tired of
Getting upset
Cause you left
I’d destroy everything
Just to find you again
But you’re not
Worth everything
You decided to leave
And I can’t force you
To comeback to me
It wouldn’t be right
I’ll start all over
So I can find myself
I know we had downs
But we also had ups
Do I regret this
Do I wanna forget it all?
Right now I can’t tell
I do wanna say
I appreciate that
You stuck through this
Staying by my side
Even when I got ugly
And drove our relationship
Into the dirt
I’m glad we got out
We didn’t get caught
In the explosion
This shipwreck had
If we can’t fix
What’s broken
Let’s just leave it
As is, cause
I wanna appreciate
What we had left
We’ve been apart for a while now
Chasing after all things new
But there’s no gettin’ round it babe
The one I’m still looking for is you
All my friends try to tell me
What’s meant to be is meant to be
And break ups happen for a reason
But what if that reason was me
Why can’t we roll the dice again
I wanna go back to who we were back when
The good times far outweighed the bad I’d give the world for what we had
It’s hard to breathe at the corner of miss you boulevard and lonely street
Baby if there’s someone new now
Can you let him know his dance is done
Cause if your heart is feelin’
What I feel imagine what we could become
Why can’t we roll the dice again
I wanna go back to who we were back when
The good times far outweighed the bad I’d give the world for what we had
It’s hard to breathe at the corner of miss you boulevard and lonely street
Why can’t we roll the dice again
I wanna go back to who we were back when
The good times far outweighed the bad I’d give the world for what we had
It’s hard to breathe at the corner of miss you boulevard and lonely street
He talks and acts accordingly
On his beliefs and visions
He spans through successes
Failures and break-ups
He embarks on countless trips
To the realm of ideas
And crystallizes them
To profit the system
He tends.
He has direct-dial button
To the souls and aspirations
Of his followers
He is always running
Since he knows
Time is ticking and fleeting...
He constantly cites
The latest need for the system
And when running floods of ideas
Begin to level off
He is there to put the best spin
On the buttons.
The running floods of ideas
Never tire rather fires him
Into churning out projects
With crystal streams of resounding successes.
Though feuds and controversies may rise
He remains undaunted in
Actualising his vision and ideas.
A true visionary is centuries ahead of his time...
And indeed a “COLOSSUS”
The anatomy of poetry is a glimpse
Into the dark and the light
Shadows of a rainbow form a
Composition that makes up the rain and the sunshine
Every rhyme of poetry is a
A glimpse in the dark and the light!
At times Life can be so cold
It opens up platforms to be bold
Break ups and shake-ups
All that matters is that I wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing myself beyond
The borders of time and
Floating through the realms of the rainbow
Gives me a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Taught me the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing myself beyond the borders of time!
Floating through the realms of Life
Gives me a reason to appreciate time and
Understand the orientations of my own sanity awakening
The fact that every rhyme of poetry is a glimpse in the dark and the light!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Someone broke my best friend’s heart.
They’d been together throughout the entire lock-down.
And even though it looks like we’re entering a freer time,
he said it felt like she’d become part of the claustrophobia.
Explanations can snag on nerves like fishhooks.
The downward path of the dragon
Woe the bad luck
And the break-ups
Beware, it always leads to death
Strange, funny even;
someone spending two hours
in the gym at noon, sweating it out
then defeats the purpose at night
by wolfing down 3 large slices
of cheese pizza for dinner!
Yet I hold my laughter and criticism
because I'm sure that at some point
I've been unknowingly guilty
of such self-sabotage!
I'm also sure it has caused friction
in relationships, even break-ups!
Head-scratching; a dyed-in-the-wool
pro-lifer vehemently supporting
the death penalty. I can almost hear
a thought out there going...
"What the? I don't get that one!"
Yeah, it's a head-scratcher for me, too
I bet it discombobulates even an oxymoron!
It will make sense to me when 2+2 is 5!
POLARITIES AND PARADOXES Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written and submitted: 01/16/2020
24/7 our attraction.24/7 our love.24/7 together we witnessing the love grow.24/7 No other knows the absolute truth; what goes on between me & you just us two.Sweet pastries, sour liqourish, a holiday fruit bowl, or a candy dish. Our love at times better than all that we can wish. When it's sour grapes and bitter limes we war and love our tough times into lemonade and fine wine. Drunk in love break ups to make up acts. Cried tears inside many nights contemplating will we stay true to one another. Cycles of joy cycles of pain. Cycles of coming and going in and out of each other's lives. No matter what this world throw at us together seems to be a must. Why ask why when it's the two of us we trust. Title it in love not lust....
Enjoy!!!!
I don't know
On what to do
With heart
Barely intact
Too much wound to sew
I miss you
Sadly
I need you
Badly
Come to me
And hug me
Hold me tight my dear
Please wipe away your tears
You
And I forever
Human Nature Poetry Contest, Yalto
August 30, 2018
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
You shiver my ora
With brightness that skins
your colors love
Excitement to write and fight
Betrayal and break ups
I never dream of might
You fiddle and blush my dimples
Shorten my nights
see the sun gaze upon your face
Like a maize runner
I always scotch in your eyes
Like a w
I always feel your love twice
PS
Yours Me
How I wish in life
Caution is visible
Like CAUTION WET FLOOR
If that is the case
We are able to lessen bad experiences, failure, heart pain, rejection, break-ups, sadness, and many more……
If CAUTION in life is visible…..
CAUTION Wrong Person
CAUTION He is a Player
CAUTION He is a User
CAUTION He is Immature
CAUTION He is Lazy
CAUTION He is Abusive
CAUTION He is a Playboy
CAUTION He will Hurt You
CAUTION Failure Ahead
CAUTION Bad Boss
CAUTION Accident Ahead
CAUTION Bad Influence
CAUTION Not Real Friend
CAUTION High Interest Rate
CAUTION Bad Place to Work
In life, sometimes we are blind
CAUTION is visible but we tend to ignore
We choose to take the risk
And set aside the CAUTION
We have the power to choose
Be CAUTIOUS!
Lady dudes are here, the Poetry Café KL.
Reading a poem, a story and a spoken song.
Moving the feet, back and forth, a comfort.
Swinging fingers, pointing lyrics, some by lips.
From one line to another lines.
Comes with romances, hates and hopes.
Some stories of grandparents, papa and mama.
There are break ups, crying and laughing at the same time.
They are brave, and courageously fighting.
Hammering the rock, while the words are bleeding.
Like the heavy drippling stones are thrown.
Their lyrics with boneless tongues, hard, they owned.
Purple Couch. 030816. 12:10PM.
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