I wish I could cry.
Let my feelings out and be gone.
I'm drowning in my silence.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
My eyes are yours
From the depths of the sea
To it jagged rocky or sandy shores.
My cup is open ready to be poured into
Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel
Renewed.
For you have my full support in all that you
Chaise to pursue.
My eyes are yours when you lose you vision
And you are unclear about your mission.
Indecisive on your divine calling so you waver on
Each. And every decision.
My eyes are yours when
you can’t see the ceiling from the floor.
When your soul feels unfulfilled screaming for more.
Let me be your eyes young one. Teach you all that I know
Open the flood gates and let you creative sense of wonder
Flow.
We plant these seeds of poetry's and with rains of wisdom
Watch your expression mature and grow.
Rise my dear hug my soul for the birds and I sing
To the sky beyond our realm for only eternal ancestral guides
Know.
The beauty of hope and joy renew every hope
And enjoy the rise of very new sunrise.
When my eyes become yours.
My eyes are yours
From the depths of the sea
To it jagged rocky or sandy shores.
My cup is open ready to be poured into
Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel
Renewed.
For you have my full support in all that you
Chaise to pursue.
My eyes are yours when you lose you vision
And you are unclear about your mission.
Indecisive on your divine calling so you waver on
Each. And every decision.
My eyes are yours when
you can’t see the ceiling from the floor.
When your soul feels unfulfilled screaming for more.
Let me be your eyes young one. Teach you all that I know
Open the flood gates and let you creative sense of wonder
Flow.
We plant these seeds of poetries and with rains of wisdom
Watch your expression mature and grow.
Rise my dear hug my soul for the birds and I sing
To the sky beyond our realm for only eternal ancestral guides
Know.
The beauty of hope and joy renew every hope
And enjoy the rise of very new sunrise.
When my eyes become yours.
Dark ominous clouds decorate the sky with fear
Whispering that a winter storm is near
The trees in silence stand, wait
Until the heavens open the flood gates
Will we survive the dreaded storms of life
How will we keep going when times are scary
Through God's promise that He would never leave us
I am reminded of love's story
Sometimes, we cry about things that should be.
Sometimes, we cry about things that should not be.
Sometimes, we cry about things we thought would be.
Sometimes, we cry about things that we wish could be.
Sometimes, we cry about things we thought would never be in our lifetime.
When such things happen, if they are things of which we approve, we
become overwhelmed to the point of joyful tears. On the other hand,
if we find such things objectionable, we are filled with disappointment and sad tears. Occasionally, we cry, never fully understanding why.
These 'at the crossroads tears' of joy or sadness create a rendezvous with our emotions. But I tell you, cry! Let the showers fall! Open the flood gates, and let the rendezvous begin!
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You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
You say it was only in the past
For what it means nothing
Now it bit you in the ass
Did you feel something?
For I used to be a fool
Being blinded by beauty, only being used
For you were my everything, god even my soul
You surrounded me for which I couldn’t abuse
I took off the blind folds
Letting open the flood gates
As in your heart I tried to enroll but it was the mere mockery of fool’s gold
For I truly thought we were mates but for now my heart still awaits
How can you mean so much
To which I thought this would be easy
In my heart you will always be my royal Dutch
I know it’s a little cheesy but for you am a little crazy
Open the flood gates of creativity
Human ingenuity enhanced by natural selection
Plants and herbs by all effective means
Affecting consciousness as the projector screen
Our thoughts but suave pendulum circles
Made evident from chambers of visible language
Emotional doors unleash the soul
Unrestricted imagination, intuitive belief
There's a reason why
Plants and people evolved together
Insanity is the essance,
that helps define my identity.
Open the flood gates to h*ll,
for a little peak into my reality.
Tortured by the vivid dreams,
racing through my mind.
Stuck in a trance, frozen in fear,
I feel so left behind.
Locked down with metal shoes,
chained against the wall.
Nowhere to turn, no options to take,
my turn to take the fall.
I look down there's nothing there,
but the fiery pits of hell.
The flames so bright they are blinding me,
as I hide behind my exterior shell.
Protected only for a moments peace,
to put my mind at rest.
Accepting that this is it for me,
I have definatly been put to the test.
A small glimps into my file,
tell me, "What do you see?"
Insanity, anger, sorrow and pain,
the true depths of me.
I was young, working in the back duct; when the elders started to speak
A joyous moment has arrived, open the flood gates for LOVE unique
As they rapturously paraded down the contour of the young man's cheek
AS HE SAID " I DO "
As I looked out the mirror of the young man's eyes; I too wanted to run
A Love so true, an oath to entwine Together; Always and Forever as One
I smiled contently, for I knew in his words pure Love had begun
" LOVE YOU "
But then the boom's mooring snapped : whipping Her into the deep blue sea
I lead a brigade of my peers down the trail of my forefathers glee
We marched that same trail , differently : in sorrow, despair and misery
" ALWAYS AND FOREVER "
Onward I bravely lead my comrades to a desolate place where we would die
I know we were not the only tears this young man's broken heart would cry
He never had the chance to hold Her, to kiss Her, to say I LOVE YOU or Good-bye
" L E N O R E "
Inspired by Constance La France's Contest "Dusty Box of Memories"
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