Long Pain of love Poems
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go away tomorrow
come another day
find someone else to pester
with this unwanted day
go away tomorrow
with your unwanted news
find some one else i pray you
give someone else the news
go away tomorrow
and be just another day
bring not back my sorrow
to make me suffer in any way
go away my tomorrow
fill my mind with something else
go away tomorrow
don't bring back any ghost
go away tomorrow
and take with you the season
days i try to remember
because i have a reason
go away tomorrow
before you get here
for i have nothing but sorrow
and in you is my fear
go away tommorow
for i cannot relive
the promise of your sorrows
the pain of love that your give
go away tomorrow
and let me live in peace
for all the tears that i have shed
my soul should be released
(One year ago today...)
waiting at the gate of blind silence
time has
its moments
often taunting
our emotions
with treadmill journeys
along trails of hopelessness
time tested—
we erect fences
around tender emotions
hiding them in holes of silence
forgetting—
silence like war
breeds naked destruction
indeed there is no equanimity
in the shared pain of love:
each heart determines its own
yet echoes of reality
refuse to fade—
reconciliation’s key hangs
and waits to open gates
through which silence escapes
and battered love enters
bandaged in the shared grace
of giving and receiving forgiveness
once the jingling bell of love is rung
it cannot be silenced:
open your heart and you will hear
and see its screaming echoes
and me standing at the gate
waiting invitation.
The painting on the wall
Tells a story so grand
Of a black poet strong and tall
With a quill in his hand
He stands with pride and grace
In a coat of ebony hue
His words a mirror of the race
Bold, unapologetic and true
His eyes sparkle with fire
As if commanding respect
His voice echoes higher
With each word that he projects
The painting on the wall
Reminds us of a time so tough
When justice was scarce for all
And freedom was just a dream enough
But the black poet never cowered
His pen was always on the move
For he believed that his power
Was in the words that he would prove
And so he penned his verses
Of pain, of love, of pride
With each line, his voice disperses
And the soul of a nation is revived
The painting on the wall
Is a testament to his fight
For words are indeed powerful
And can change the course of life
So let us all be inspired
By the black poet's call
To seek justice, to never tire
And to stand tall like the painting on the wall.
« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?
What if
that love made sense
and the doors of heaven were open
to the voice of ardour
that could raze every single fence
we would to emotions have given vent!
What if
I failed to see through a mind
“that road was not to take”
from a dream
I was told I had to wake..
What if
I had the power of belief
In the beauty of that love
In a sweet ache
that was so brief
and so harsh..
What if
I could into my safe keep
that treasure between his ribs
ever vibrant, a rich seep
I might have walked paths of wonder!
I wonder
what would that love to me have brought?
what would have been to change a lot?
What if
I now could see the one
that got away
that one
who stole my heart in its heyday
would I recognise that feel again?
the taste of loss, would it be the same?
the pain of love, I wonder
if its savour would remain!
“What ifs”
the power to capture the beauty of the past
and transcend it to the wonder of the dream!
The nature of soul would never stand still
as the river of serenity whose current unseen
flows to reach the ocean with a spirited will
So is a poet whose pen has been drinking
from the river of life
filled with true words to the brim..
The One That Got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Raindrops in Early December
The sky dims its face
Depicting a wounded heart
Wounded by the pain of love
Trapped in the deepest pain
You have the heart to leave the bond of love
Love that has been planted in my heart
The turmoil of your love that feels like a fantasy
My little heart screams because of the pain
For years we have been at odds together
Love with millions of sparkling feelings
You once promised to always be faithful
But the road has run aground
Raindrops in early December shed tears
Flashes of lightning seem to destroy the soul
Your rusty sword of love stabs my chest
Go through everything sincerely
Surrender to God
May you be happy with him
Lost
Silently I’m crying inside
Inside myself, hope seems to be lost
Lost and no one sees the pain
Pain of love and dreams I once had
Had and it came with a cost
Cost I wish I could regain
Regain, but the wounds are too deep
Deep I can’t even understand why I’m crying
Crying in this infinite dark place I shouldn’t be in
In yet I’ve fallen waiting to be found in one piece
Piece by piece I’m feeling alone and lost
Lost and empty can’t find my way out
Out I don’t know any more if I belong
Belong lost and never to be found
2//3/2016
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Poetry Contest: Lost
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
An unsavory man from Montreal
squatted in dim lit cafes
writing of the pain of love
a charlatan
he was the darker lovely dove
he inhaled the smoke of Satan
he sang to the devils army
purist of evil
his grave a urinal
to be used, over and over
his words knelt like prayers
and rose like knives.
Thinning morals
he possesses zero virtue
just a shadow
of the fires down below
he sings for the child killers
the thieves and robbers of the land
he chants of love, he means rape
for those not of his blend
his wishes burnt under
hidden flames of hostility
He may dress in rags
he may play the victim
in the end though
he will burn your flesh
a sacrifice
then he will call you his fool
he sang for genocide
not for the goyim half wit
Dead, he is dead
angels he will never see
In the silence of the wind
To a flowering tree, what does the wind say?
I am in love with you; tell me, I will stay.
I live like this; what I see is a departure.
Being in love with you is pain and torture.
I am angry with me, breathing a thunder,
What is this pain of love? It makes me wonder.
I want to taste the nectar while kissing you.
I want to get drunk while I am drinking dew.
This is my destiny; always live in pain.
Departure is the word for me to complain.
I want to stay for a moment to hold you.
But I will die as wind, how damn do I do?
I am hopeful that one day when as I fly,
allow me to kiss you, and then I will die.
12/30/15 Haloo
If I never lift up my voice,
How will I know
How sweetly I can sing,
Or its tenor,
Or how well I harmonize
With the music of the universe?
If I never open up my heart,
How will I hear
The echo of its beating in time
With another,
Or feel the exquisite pain of love,
Or the infinite joy of forgiveness?
If I never open up my eyes,
How will I see
The beauty in a falling drop of rain,
Or the wonder in the vastness of the skies,
Or what the mirror tells me
In its stark honest reality?
If I never spread my wings,
How will I know
How high I can soar,
Or how far I can fly,
Or what it's like to race the moon,
Or dip my fingers in a cloud, or touch a star?
I do not want bitter tears
Shed o'er my grave
For songs unsung, or deeds undone,
Or fruit untasted, or love untested.
But if I never learn to live before I die,
What will I do to make it through eternity?
when the heart cracks
the whole body trembles in disguise
When a heart breaks
only tears glue broken pieces
it is a spear pierced in the middle of a life
I now know the kicks of love
that has no defence
the tricks and pain of love
I now know the rain of love
I here wear this dehydrated face
sweat is simply a sign of separation
Love is a path heading to no directions
you know it was wrong and long when you kiss it's burning base
when you realise you are dead but living
And when a heart leaks
It is the entire human souls with sores
that scratches does deepen it
And when a man cry
It is more than a funeral in hell
His heart becomes a cell
it becomes an ax, an exception to human affection
My heart is now a river I surf on
A lake I have drowned in
an ocean that washes my dirty self
A mirror that break my bones into dust
and no lust lasting in me anymore
Am I a prodigal son
The only masculine devil that feels the heat of the sun
that get carried by the warm wind blowing from the south
Am I a chameleon
whose journey to happiness costs a million sad steps ?
By John Kazadi
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