I came out here on my own
To learn and discover my purpose
To grow and expand my horizons
But it's a lonely road
It is steep and looks long
It feels intense for my-tiny-self
I have no idea how to knit it together
Where to start and where I should end
Where not to touch and where to get my hands dirty
It's starting to feel like I am thrown into a den of lions
Where the survivor is not doubted from the beginning of the battle
Where I am crowned with defeat before my opponent even moves
But I pay my face a visit in the mirror
The only language it can speak is Tears
I wipe them away and keep it moisturised because we have to keep making appearances
We should show up everyday better than yesterday
We must keep it together until we're excused from the crowds again
Until the blinds let no more light through the windows
To be true to our fears again
To flow like the Tsitsikamma just until dawn breaks
And its yet another day...
Categories:
moisturised, age, anxiety, dedication, depression,
Form: Free verse
Word Salad is Mr Happy ate porridge to drive his millennium fridge over the rainbow with moisturised success.
Entered in One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor Jesse Rowe
Dated 31.07.2019
Categories:
moisturised, word play,
Form: Free verse
Supper waits-
Rusty chicken neck
and flashing drums
lack complement
of the roaring
imminence of
poetic bills,
paying with moisturised
beggar hands.
Categories:
moisturised, parody,
Form: Blank verse
Beethoven's fingers aged him by ten
Einstein eye's by nine
Shakespeare's wrists at eight
and those other seven
moisturised.
Categories:
moisturised, funny, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
When dust moisturised in Air,
And flies with vaporised water,
Becomes clouds and shines,
In colours with the rays of sun.
When dust enters into the lungs,
It blocks and produces cough,
And comes out with thick spit,
As rain comes with heavy water.
When dust enters into the body,
Skin starts to burn and feels dry,
When dust acrossed a mind.
As it feels tension in brain.
Dust in mind, dust in thoughts
And dust in a system is harmful,
As it is powerful to stop corroborator,
A soldier knows how is it dreadful?
Dust produces bacteria,
That eats the healthy products,
Natural and unnatural things,
As a body, iron and wood.
Categories:
moisturised, education, history, imagination, life,
Form: Blank verse