You are a sniper
You gave me equations to destroy the future
in pretence I embraced love with fear
just to hide from a dark cloud
I am not a terrorist
with hope in tears flooding my cheeks
I was denied and rejected by family
my grief and sorrow wisdom abode
you made me an orphan in my land
how many are you?
my heart bursted in a cage of furnace
cured with unlimited saliva
I worked super hard for a cent
just to support my best friend
she's now half a score
where have you been?
Categories:
punctured, betrayal, blessing, emotions,
Form: Free verse
there was a punctured potter
whose wills strained shuffled shudders
meagre muds moistened massive moans
dark traces drooled, gaunt glows
hoisted zeal hankered hampers:
eerie efforts pruned pulpy pesters
lanky labour leered, futility feigned lame
crushed contractions, callous confetti's crave
damp death drilled his plague
sumptuous suck, nosy nectar's crest
potter birthed a son,a generation then another son
whilst masticated malady mimicked, poring pawns
the keener he carved a shape,
soaring swifter contractors come for claims.
'20:05:21:17:26
Note: of punctured potter.
Categories:
punctured, africa,
Form: Sonnet
pulpy passion pruned
by busty boo
embroidered with guts
scrunching seasonal lust
alchemistic aura aided
blur bits braided
tainted traces tarred
toppled through tracks
haughty emotions spanked
saucy salivic surges
squashing vile verses
damped desires girly
temperate torrent tuning
punctured passion puking.
19:11:12:15:20
Categories:
punctured, passion,
Form: Lyric
~ Your arrow pierced my heart AND mind ...
consider me yours ... and valentined. ~
Categories:
punctured, love, metaphor, romance, valentines
Form: Crystalline
My mother punctured my eyes by a fork,
To prevent me to find a jam on the shelf.
I could not read tales, but I'm not to squawk
Because, I sniff better and hear much well !
Categories:
punctured, evil,
Form: Quatrain
Oh, rose of needs,
I gave you all you could ever dream;
Oh, rose of my dreams,
I gave you all you could ever need;
But as I caressed you,
Your thorns punctured my skin;
I loved you,
However, you broke my illusive dreams,
Transmuting to painful thorns
That I did not wish;
Yet, I will keep and take a thorn
To puncture our hearts,
Until the crimson eminence
Grants our ominous wish…
Categories:
punctured, betrayal, dream, hurt, love
Form: Free verse
Had
we
but
word
enough
and
time
This
coyness
my
lady
were
no
crime
When
she
rows
her
boat
down
my
heart
Leaving
a
track
in my
shattered
soul
A
track
that
left
us
across
d road
I
have
been
shot
by
her
arrows
Now I
bleed
red
milk
of
grief
Sharp
pains
and
profuse
bleeding
at d
pores
with
dissolution
An
incarnation
of
infatuation
Thwarting
and
scratching
d
skin
of my
patience
I
pray
thee
dat
if we
meet
again
May
it
not
be on
a day
like
this
May
we
meet
instead
at
night
When
d
moon
has
failed
That
when
I
peer
at
thine
eyes
I
might
see
the
Love
dat
tore
my
Love
for
you..
Categories:
punctured,
Form: Free verse
Had
we
but
word
enough
and
time
This
coyness
my
lady
were
no
crime
When
she
rows
her
boat
down
my
heart
Leaving
a
track
in my
shattered
soul
A
track
that
left
us
across
d road
I
have
been
shot
by
her
arrows
Now I
bleed
red
milk
of
grief
Sharp
pains
and
profuse
bleeding
at d
pores
with
dissolution
An
incarnation
of
infatuation
Thwarting
and
scratching
d
skin
of my
patience
I
pray
thee
dat
if we
meet
again
May
it
not
be on
a day
like
this
May
we
meet
instead
at
night
When
d
moon
has
failed
That
when
I
peer
at
thine
eyes
I
might
see
the
Love
dat
tore
my
Love
for
you..
Categories:
punctured, sad love
Form: Free verse
Armed at all time, cap-a-pie.
leaving no room for tete-a-tete
Dwelt amongest enemy and snake
when enemy; our land they inevade
other, 'r death serves as joy
like the death on cross calvary
oh! ay, 'r life oft citizen's life
we hast forgotten our home
Gun bullet o'er our head?
't is either kill or be killed
widow turn our women
Nay, our children, orphan
for 'r punctured soul, they paid
Twenty shekels, thou remembered
cry, joy; on our return home
cry for puntured soul, joy for enemy
Categories:
punctured, adventure, death, death,
Form: Ballad
I lean my head back
Inviting you
To come on in
And have a little bite
Your eyes
That were on my face
Now fall to my throat
You pull me in
And hold my shoulders
I can feel
The cold
From your hands
Seeping through my shirt
Your eyes
As black as night
Are still on my throat
Your head comes
To my throat
I can feel a sting
When your teeth
Puncture my skin
Everything seems
So peaceful
When you pull back
I see your face
Your eyes
Are now
A light blue
That can pierce
Through a heart
So easily and quickly
I walk and look
Through a mirror
And see
Two small
Puncture wounds
Categories:
punctured, sad
Form: I do not know?