Crimson longings of Spring were cast on our ocean
Taking flight from the depths of Spring’s surging seas
As bridges we formed seeking love and devotion
We were under the spell of love’s potent potion
Focusing on each other’s wants and needs
Crimson longings of Spring were cast on our ocean
Love’s shine never dulled by life’s daily commotion
Our love thus strengthened by varied degrees
As bridges we formed seeking love and devotion
We remember those days in detailed slow motion
Love’s strong emotions bringing us to our knees
Crimson longings of Spring we cast on our ocean
Neither of us leaving was ever a notion
Our thoughts back then were each other to please
As bridges we formed seeking love and devotion
Growing old together enhances emotion
No regrets or mistakes for either to appease
Crimson longings of Spring were cast on our ocean
As bridges we formed seeking love and devotion
ARTICULATED LONGINGS
beautiful
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creative
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Longings
I wish I could see Teresa
met her in Trinidad
She came from St Luzia
Wore a flower in her hair
like women do in Hawaii
I had lost my glasses
We looked under the bed
Her body was a temple
We worshipped that god
At dawn we’re formal
She wore a fresh flower
In her hair
How much of love is longing’s dream
A sheltered search to fill a need
Peering from beneath the gray of doubt
And yet devoid of fear save self
A kite-less string attempts to fly
Spurred on as scented winds pass by
For love is neither string nor kite
Nor tinder’s ever-present flame
Nor passion’s scathing conflagration
She is a touch, this seductress
A slightly trembling growl
A flash of light through the gray
She is a softness etched in stone
A hardness willing to be shaped
A blending of the needs of now
She is an ever-changing dream
A feather caressing an anvil
A chisel softly shaping a heart
For if love is not our longing’s dream
Why sleep amid the tinder and flame
Whispering “I love yous” to the wind
For some reason, he has me even after ending our season,
For that same reason, he includes me in his daily things,
The reason being what he has for me is his secret longings.
I know that one day
When the wind blows on my face
I'll smile to myself;
Look up at the sky
And find beauty in the simplest of things.
The rays of sunlight would once again lift me up
And the flowers would make me reminisce the most beautiful of memories.
The sound of the sea waves,
The chirping of the birds
And the rustling of leaves
Would make me forget all the worries in the world
And i will cherish life once again
But that is not today.
it seems to me
i'd fall to sleep so easily
if cradled in your arms
while lifts the night about my head
peace eludes my mind and
sleep refuses to befall me
and yet i close my eyes
and sway a melody
that rocks me side to side
so i think of you and conjure
your warm embrace when i hear
sleep arrive on gentle tiptoe
AP: 2nd place 2023
The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me
(Series: Half of the dream broke with her)
Whenever we’re meeting - don’t ask about my country
I already establish it in your hands.
Don’t ask about my name
I already forget it when I say I love you.
I love you
I love you
I love you try to help me
Don’t ask me the evidence
Seen bullet ask the dead?
In every dream you live,
In every beat of my heart I hear you sing,
You own my heart - that’s my property.
Butterflies kissing
dreams caressing my spirit
fireflies twinkling sparks
Lighting up my heart, my soul
scent of wonder - sunshine hope
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest
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August 8, 2022
I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden sand
I long to—
Hear the fat gulls with white bellies
And ebony eyes
Floating on invisible wires
Calling for the savory morsels
Hidden inside the curled fingers of an old man
I long to—
Stand beneath the tangerine sky
Lazily descending into the cradle of the sea
Vacating heaven for the snowy celestial sphere
Hung upon Vincent’s starry canvas
Ten thousand lights scattered forever
I long to—
Be embraced by the tenebrous sea
Her loneliness engulfing me like lovers of yesterday
I long to—
Gaze beyond the past wrapped in sorrow
The years of trudging through cheerless mire
Searching for reasons without answers
Answers without questions
I long to—
Remember only moments worth remembering
A twirling montage of love and hope
And dreams
Of a time when two became one
Hearts pulsing in harmony
Minds ascending to tidal floods of ecstasy
I long to—
See your face
To walk hand in hand
To where the land ends and the ocean begins
I long to—
Do it all again
(Series: A Prisoner needs love)
My heart beat like a frighten bird
I need you
I miss having you
I crave for the warmth of your embrace
Share your longings and whisper ” I love you”
For your lips heal the scar of longing inside my heart.
Okiki! Do not abandon me
Your abandonment kills
Plants a knife in my chest
I’ll love to settle you with antidote kisses
I’ll give you letters of spinning
Until your peers are jealous
Okiki! I’ll give you hot kisses
Until your cheeks turn red & blush
Okiki! Take me to the gallows of your love
Wrap around my neck the ropes of your kisses
Cut it off at the end time so that there’s no time after you.
(Series: Khaleelah)
Love is a sound,
A wailing moan,
& it becomes an anthem.
In you I feel the evenings with you have a subjective effect,
Every other evenings that passes after that are beautiful & better,
Those evenings have put me on the sidelines of your life.
There may come evenings when the leaves of our moments will fall - emptiness will make us cold
By those other beautiful evenings I will be our coat & intimidate our loneliness,
Embrace our fears - & the gathering of our world will know that I’m the best of the most sincere love.
I’ve hoped for your bond
But I remain cut off from hope,
You’re the one who I entrust with my eyes & sleep,
For the crumbs of musk stay under your veil
& the morning light shines under your forehead.
I’m tempted - your beauty is a killer
But do not waste my night with slanderous trembling imagination
For every night I feel so much pain
& the doctor said : do not be afraid
It’s a stray love bullet that has settled in my heart forever.
You’re Sweeter than roses
Gentler than the breezes of sunset
Softer than softness
You know that you’re beautiful
The spring of life - good- overflowing.
We all have
losses of what
we didn't do
miss what
We did not have,
and what we won't be...
only solace remains
that we could
have been and
but we didn't have
chance to be...
we suffer with
What we have
now,
with what
we are now...
we even suffer for
that we will have
or we will be...
it's equal to understanding
the never... when
it was...?
or understand
the eternal, when
ends...?
we suffer and not
we realize
why
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