Tiny bones form a line, your life line can be used to define time, but the late night presses the back of your neck so forcefully that unfortunately the portions you bring arent enough endore the fortress designed to make you see the upside to your every growing timeline
See back to the spine, thin nerve swerve with the intent to connect you to the land you stand on, hoping no one knows your head is being stamped on the way you try open up the optics to get the blood pumping from worlds topics. Time is ticking and sands are pouring the beach front you see is just a hilarious illustration brought by stress and by noon youre awakened, the earth is still rotating so you might as well get on the band wagon, hopes theres room for your infrastructions.
You've made mistakes they caught you lacking so you turn the page theres no subtractions just and your existence froming all in your mind. Make no mistake youre feeling just fine, the only thing you need is your spine. No solid rod in your joints just human calcium and cartilage, youll be here just walking, just taking up mileage. Have you anything else to design, No you and your spine.
I love the sound of your voice when you're mad and irritated, it sounds like you're calling the ocean to swipe out the problem.
I love the color of your skin even when you're having a bad day, your skin plays mercifully to your body complimenting your mind.
I love your lazy eyes, especially when they are excited, they like cracking out fireworks as bright as they can, especially when you see me before you.
I love your forbidden lips and nose, they are the no go zone, but some day I hope to land in forcefully, just to wrap you in-between my heart.
It's clear I'm all in love with you, which is insane because it would mean the lightning thunder gets along with the rainbow and time doesn't exist.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
A mouse addressed a cat who thought him meek.
"Listen up", he said, "as forcefully, I speak".
Today, a statue of that mouse I sculpt,
as he looked before he once was gulped.
Hail the mouse who said much more than "Squeak".
When I stare into the crowd
I feel a pain so low
The uselessness I bear
Keeps me away from the glow
Walking around just to keep
warm during the day.
People so hostile saying get out of my way.
As night time approaches, we huggle up in the cold.
In some damp subway making me feel so old.
Rats keep us company their whispers filling the night.
Continuing for hours until the morning light.
Awakened forcefully to another dreaded day.
Picking up my belongings and being told to go on my way.
Hunger fills my soul with regrets from the past.
I really don't know how long I can last.
Carrying life's possessions all in my hands
Walking with no directions along this cruel land.
One of these days I may find my way again.
Until that time arrives, my soul will bear the pain.
Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
Yahweh is good, A strong defense in the day of distress,
And He knows those who take refuge in Him.
Behold, on the mountains the feet of him who proclaims good news,
Who announces peace! Celebrate your feasts, O Judah;
Pay your vows. For never again will the vile one pass through you;
He is cut off completely.
Nahum 1:7, 15
I can hear.
Yahweh speaks the truth
forcefully
with mercy.
Understanding my distress
His words are perfect.
I can see.
Yahweh breaks darkness
with wisdom
and warnings.
Eternity in clear sight,
He is praiseworthy.
I can feel.
His love engulfs me.
Safekeeping
assures me
I trust Yahweh with my life.
His might perseveres.
I can sense.
He calls me to share
the good news -
Jesus Christ
whose death purchased my pardon,
peace and paradise.
ELEGANCE OF TRADITION
In regal colors, with culture there I'm at par,
Draped in blue, like a shining star,
A crown of fila upon me, eleke on my neck
Beads as embroidery, victory at my call & beck.
There I sit like a king, calm and bright,
The Yoruba heritage sparkles in my sight
As I sit like a winner that I was born to be,
Taking what's rightfully mine forcefully.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?13th March 2026.
There’s an all girl band called “S1ut Intent.”
They’re real headbangers which I can't take much of
but I LOVE that name - Ok, let’s write THAT poem..
S1ut intent, that’s what it was.
It was shamefully late
and the lights were on
but all else would have been torture
With marriage-like consents
and sharp cloyless appetites
we joined in love’s witchcraft
and bestowed our pleasures
entangling quite forcefully
was an antidote to the daily,
the pared-down and neutral
and once the torch was out
the epilog was stronger
than contentment
.
.
Songs for this:
Kiss by Demi Lovato
The Way I Love You by Jorja Smith
Little Sister by Ellie O'Neill
Shattered
They grabbed my heart forcefully
ripping my aorta
The scalpel reaches to the sternum
Cutting 8 inches
The start of a bleeding heart
Secrets flooding my house
As I become tempted to borrow
That paring knife
Used to punish the pain
A mercy calling
I took a joy ride driving from Las Vegas NV
Going to Salt Lake City in one shot
I drove and drove
Trying to decide what I was going to do
Live or die
Now I live to tell
In our darkest hours
Expression in the medium of artistry
Words painting the blank Canvas
Of our life until called to come home.
An arrow hit me straight in the knee,
I yelled out, "Who did that, you s.o.b.?"
Cupid laughed, then said with glee,
"Love is blind -- can't you see?"
I shouted, "No! My glasses are lost from me!"
Then Cupid said something forcefully,
"Like the silent sea -- just let it be!"
I quipped back, "But Cupid, what about me?"
Cupid giggled and flew away... so happily!
"Wear a helmet on your head. "
That is what my mother said.
"And don't ride bicycles on the stair,"
she would forcefully declare.
Her advice I would dismiss.
That's why I write poems like this.
First I took right, very smooth
Love by majority
Then I took left, very dark
Only the brave and strong strive here
Because you got to be the light
So you can shine while striving
Then I took time to observe
I saw my past behind and the future ahead
Then I choose to remain present
Because I can't go to the past
I can't forcefully manifest the future either.
Things in the past
Steadily stealing my attention
Causing distractions
Disrupting my focus towards the future
But I'm so dynamic
Saying to myself always
I didn't come this far
To settle for the least but the best.
Many times I move correctly
Sometimes wrongly
My mindset my redeemer
Whenever I move wrongly
My instinct always revives me
That's why I always trust my guts
Making adjustments as soon as possible
Always responsible for my mistakes
Not find who to blame or make lame.
A part of my family
was lost to horror
How ironic for Hollywood
to cross that border
All in the family
We were in that day
Young and understanding
In our own perfect way
Married to Sally
With Maga in laws
Looking back we rally
Giving life that pause
At first there was just death
Old age I supposed
The next day came the truth
The shocking enclosed
Slowly crept feelings
Of the family that left
Instead being sent forcefully
Into that thing called death
I never met him
or called him a friend
But I did have a Brother
A family within
So this is shattered
the meaning of the word
It matches expectations
In our sorrowful world
#The_last_hassle
miles i have walked, days i have shed my breath in, friends i have met and left, all marked like stains upon the cloth of my yesterday memories. wishes never ceased to wish, hopes never wavered to hope for, all lingering as tatters from my past, i fail to mend my present. for yesterdays never favoured me...
today in my heart and hands, its all void, in my present every realm of hope, stands like dongas. i mean discarded and neglected spots of betterment. The boy in me crippled by fear, fear of what tomorrow holds when i bring nothing myself, feel forcefully robbed everything, that defines me human...
so much of a shell i carry, though its still heavy upon my conscious, for the emptiness awakes scars and memories that once habited there, daily i hear a sound from this shell, constantly reliving the soul piercing losses, I endured, it all reminds me how less of a human, my past has made me but i am not my yesterday, i am what i choose to be today
, tomorrow clear your parths i'm on my way
#Poetic_Ink
The sea was a whisper before it was water,
cleaved through the wind.
I stepped into its silver mouth,
waves curling something pressing in
a wistful longing for a past I never knew.
Seagulls traced ethereal designs across the expanse
their wails scattered like fragments.
Somewhere underneath the foam,
the past was fossilized within sedimentary strata
waiting for my hands to delve deep enough to find it.
The tide came in more forcefully
and I thought of to how love in this way
always arriving, always leaving---
sometimes tender, sometimes intense enough
to split the coast in two.
When it ebbed, it left behind more than remnants of a disaster,
it embodied the ideal I sought;
calmed by the steady undulations of the sea,
gleaming in calmness;
as if the tide dredged up
on the verge of being forgotten.
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