I see something near
Crushing a crystalline eye
Hello, I am God
I'm standing next to you,
In the biting cold,
Wearing leggings and a coat.
I might freeze before
Your ride arrives
But I’ll wait with you
Every time.
After all,
It was me who made the call,
So, I’ll wait for you,
Even in the biting cold,
Talking about nothing
Just catching up,
Wearing leggings and a coat.
I might freeze
Before your ride arrives,
But I’ll wait with you,
Every time.
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.
Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.
None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.
I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.
How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.
It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.
The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!
In the hush of daydreams, I whisper your name,
Not love, I won’t claim, just a crush, it’s the game.
Yet in this soft heart, you’ve ignited a spark,
No one else makes my world light up from the dark.
You’ve got my heart racing, a rhythm so sweet,
Each glance is a jolt, like a burst of heartbeat.
Oh, how I wish to be sleek as the night,
A jaguar in motion, where passion takes flight.
You at the wheel, with a knowing, sly smile,
Revving my spirit, let’s ride for a mile.
In this fleeting moment, I feel so alive,
With each breath, every heartbeat, with you I could thrive.
You’re a masterpiece, a wonder, so rare,
A canvas of dreams spun from silken air.
I’m the painter lost in hues rich and bold,
Capturing magic of your spell that is yet to unfold.
So here in this crush, let’s dance through our days,
With colors that shimmer in marvelous ways.
You may not be love, yet my heart knows what’s true,
There’s nobody else, oh dear, quite like you.
Come…
Like the ray of hope
An oasis amid the mirage
Bring back your rivulets
Inside my desert!
Spoonful of water
Caring tears!
Come…
Like the rainbow
In to the thickening twilight.
Let the smiling moon
Dance on the lips.
Where two eyes-
Singing in joy,
Dazzling vibes
With passionate dreams
Come…
Like the sea waves
Crushing ashore
Roaring midnights into the veins
Like the woman in love
©SriSuvro
Revenge is vengeful,
Shaking peace, an ugly frame,
Civility shame.
I feel all flushed when I hear that voice
Even if he is not talking to me
Too soon to be love but I am moist
In my deepest southern sea
Brown eyes a fade make me feel displaced
Can’t see green forest for brown tree
Tree of a man handsome frame and face
Wish he would come talk to me
What would I say is it good taste
Don’t want to seem too forward
His smile is jade green jewel I trace
My ebony eyes sharp as a sword.
He doesn’t wear a ring and I am hoping
He is single and not too shy
If I am his type maybe we catch a bite
If I get him to just say hi.
I faked my smiles so they believe I was fine
Then sweep all my burdens away in a glass of wine.
Drowned deeper in the tears of my mental crash.
Washed my pain in agony, a blood bath .
"Let me drink my past away with honor," I said;
Maybe I can heal from those stinking wounds sooner.
'Let me twine the ropes and hang my past', I wished;
Maybe the hefty ebbing corpse of my dreams will be lighter!
One day the pastor asked me to stand- he prayed for me;
Sprayed my head with the 'Holy' waters so i could see.
It felt like a high school play; my heart laughed all my hopes out.
Put my bible on the shelf and gave myself to demons for a feast
I died, maybe a thousand times before redemption found me.
As my pen bled pain on this paper I found the rain;
It was on the walls of my heart that my poems shed the tears
And when I was done, I found courage to fight all my fears.
The crushing grief when someone chooses death
When life had shown much promise and much hope
Turns the ones who loved to find new paths
Some may sin, encouraged by cruel wrath
Against the one who chose the wicked rope
The shock of grief at such too early death
Others freeze and cannot take a breath
Scarcely moving as their mind elopes
Making then impossible their path
The mountains of deep grief I could not pass
Until a warm gold light caressed my heart
The wounds of grief , the sacrifice, the Mass
Do not dwell in darkness and distress
Follow me he murmured while we start
I will help you find a different path
The golden light had brought for me a chart
The sea of life had ripples ,brilliant sparks
The suffering and the grief from such a death
Turned the one who loved onto this path.
A blender
Can be used for mixing or crushing
Of many things
Including the visible and the invisible
Happiness can survive alone
But happiness sometimes does blend
With sadness
While you're touring you see
Startling poverty
While you're enjoying food
With a lot of people yearning for it
At this moment
Feelings in your heart
Seem to be mixed by a blender
Sadness always hurts deeply
Like being crushed by the blender
Unless sadness is blended
With hope
Welfare will give the needy hope
A prayer too
An encouragement too
Some confidence too
Some efforts too
And one's own determination
To live to struggle and to try too
deep sea
would be
new bub
on sub
fall down
long frown
nerves shot
gut knot
crush depth
last breath
light red
hope fed
want live
may give
can’t bear
no air
2/13/2022
A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
inspired by the movie Black Sea
Horror things aren't scary anymore
Neither deformed faces nor the creepy lore
Doesn't startle me the way they used to
Doesn't make the stomach beg for a loo
I guess this is what numbness feels like
the ghost inside and out seems alike
The inner demons carry more suspense
When they come and give a nasty glance
Their babble makes impeccable sense
Does fake eerie music stand a chance?
The rapid breathing, the pale face
No longer have any grace
Darkness looks so captivating
It always manages to keep me waiting
Every day I wait for intense nightmares
Desperate to feel emotions, all its layers
NO CRUSHING, LET'S IGNITE
(LOVE)
The same way every year
Shoes strips slightly away
A hole we're meant to cover
The Harmony in my solo witter
It's bitter, to dance lonely,
It's better to dance lovely
We sing dulcetly but differently
without backups
Why should we wait for morn to break,
While we cast blushed glances
on each others in every darkened nights?
Hey! This our voices must merge
Our shoes should step together in array
A dance, a hole shouldn't be blank
A sweet love song must usher us with a cup of cold ice-cream in the nights of Valentine somewhere at an outskirt.
We've fallen in the same sea of feelings
So we can still jet-land into another city of undiluted ecstasy of love.
Our love will live even in greyish hair.
'Natural love always avail itself, let's kick it ON'
©Gideon i Tukuna
(Senryu poems about crushes)
That awkward moment
when you're caught day-dreamily
staring at your crush.
You know that tingly
feeling when you start to crush?
It's common sense leaving.
The fantasies that
you indulge about your
crush are scandalous.
You can’t seduce
your crush because self-worth
crumbles up close.
.
.
**A crush is an intense infatuation for someone unattainable or inappropriate**
Darkness falls heavy
Sunlight slowly fades away
Crushing spirit, day
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