Cannot Poems

I Cannot Sea

I CANNOT SEA

A life unto of ebb & flow
The Masters seated down below
Or high above
I cannot tell
Heaven may beholden hell

My heart cries out
but I think I died
It doesn’t pound that it did before
For where I am, I am not to sure

I did not bleed, I did not scorn
Where did this rath come forlorn

I thought I’d

What all my pen cannot

In ghazal all my thoughts I pen cannot,
In plain palpable words explain cannot.

I loathe many a thing in this woke world,
All I dislike, detest, disdain cannot.

Yes, oft if not always I show feelings
But spell cannot, pretend or feign cannot.    

I can call spade a spade, even shovel,
When it comes to pen, call

We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn

We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn
Leaves falling down the ground 
Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest

It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance 
Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors 

And fantasy

Knitting is for

Love cannot be controlled or confined

Love is thinner than a piece of cheesecloth,
transparent yet confusing to navigate.
More conservative than a political debate
More hearts are broken than mended
.
I am determined to search globally for an end to this love.
We desire it fiercely and embrace our fate to heal humanity.
Love may be a fleeting remedy,  
Yet we pursue it with fervent

When Poetry Cannot Convey

    When poetry cannot convey
      everything I want to say
   
     I’ll swap her for another genre
      ~ one that features triple entendres

In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers

In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers,
tears gather like pearls on the petals of destiny, without defying the law of time,
for what must be, shall be, like the twilight that bows before the night,
and the stars, in a trembling choir, bow to the dusk with grace and

We cannot sell this tandem bike

the garage sale sellers could not get rid of the bike
It takes a certain person, two actually, said Mike
It was a tandem bike, they could not sell that day
Until a giraffe family came by and happily rode it away.

You cannot silence, what demands to be heard

Not only did they colonise land 
They colonised history too
They decided to make history a blank canvas 
To start anew
By painting over the colour in white paint
Hiding the accomplishments of tge black race 

They say slavery was in the past
We need to move on 
But continously teach us about the holocaust 
And when a black

She Cannot Decay

she was like a delicate daisy
picked apart by her petals
the wounds inflicted
because she chose to settle
what she thought was good
made her colors fade
a vibrant bright white
turned brown
then grey
but as she disappeared into the ground
she planted a seed that began to sprout 
a new growth was born 
a new chapter
a new life
her petals reborn into that

They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest

They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest,
I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden,
Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night,
Each stanza is a bandage pretending to

You Cannot Get There From Here

I thought I had a road map in the car trunk with the spare.
I thought we had a compass and I really thought you cared.
So sure of our direction that I didn't check the fuel.
And so, our love has stalled now, and I look just like a fool.

I thought we had provisions that would last

JEHOVAH

I can't be sober 
Because 
I put my trust in Jehovah 
He's my cover 
So my enemies 
Don't take over my emotions 
Putting me on detention, giving me tension.

He makes me fly around
Many nations 
Without obstruction 
Giving me elevation 
Without hesitation 
He placed me high without hidden intentions.

What will I say to thee?
I'm eternally grateful!
Because

Isn't it strange how we cannot see the air, but we feel every bit of it

Isn't it strange how we cannot see the air, but we feel every bit of it,
it slips into our lungs without asking, leaves without farewell,
and yet, we call it nothing, but it is something, the breath between silences,
the ghost of a world in motion, unseen but always present around us.
It weaves through the trees like

a quiet end i cannot take

I want to die—
not in screams,
not in blood,
but in a quiet room where no one waits for me.

I think of suicide
like a lullaby I hum alone,
a final note to silence
the noise in my head
that never rests.

But I'm scared.

I'm afraid of the rope,
afraid of the pills,
afraid of the fall—
not just the pain,
but the fact that I

When I Cannot Speak Who Will Speak For Me

When I cannot speak, who will catch the cry
That hangs on the hush of a midnight sky?
Will the wind recall what I longed to say,
And carry it soft through the silver-grey?

The stars may glisten with borrowed grace,
But they know nothing of my place—
My quiet ache, my silken grief,
The fragile bloom of a half-lived belief.

Will the

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