Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen inkling,
cerise dawn’s,
gleeful
prompt
Eyes
dilate,
at lavish,
surreal sights,
froth rim cascades dull,
imagined sudden ache,
or dark traumatic imprint,
spritely bird chirp’s amber wing dive,
honeysuckles gloomy vocal chord,
to pamper for a while my strained quiver
Rabid mishap cluster in harsh pickle,
fuel soaked match hazard an idle spark,
to set wild utterance aglow,
yet gold wisps of heaven lurk,
they remould skewed instinct,
despite life’s burden,
sigh a tiny,
wound doused with,
simple
joy
Categories:
remould, angst, august, beautiful, blue,
Form: Etheree
My intentions were pure, did I not strip them naked before you
I wasn’t afraid to say that I loved you, it didn’t make me less of a man
Not known to draw first, but this time I felt my grip itchy
Your troubles my own, my troubles on hold
There lurks some magic in love, a price to pay for its conjuring
Tuff girls will break a street cat, it don’t matter that u land on your feet
We pay the price for those before us, and those on tag have theirs sealed
A pot can only break once, but your heart will grow cold feet
It’s all a circle but we can remould the tale, learn from the ruins of war
Love deeply and expect the same, stay loyal and earn fealty
Because all dogs were once noble men and sluts fair maidens
Categories:
remould, betrayal, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
(Thoughts within)
Poets: Crown Pen ft Paciolo Pen Saint
many times I've seek a release
to this puzzle that never seems clear
clusters beside signifies thorns
& next breathe denied of ease
my soul alone bear
the heavy burden of its own shadow
right here is me trying
to remould the life I want
maybe as I choose to sketch
life will come before me at ease
(2)
Dawn of - unfairness
Noon of - moderation
Night of - jolt yearning
Rises with;
Matters of the sky
Issues of the soil
Complains from pages
News of a dead wallet.
My soul alone bear
All the critics.
Categories:
remould, 1st grade, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
He counsels like no other
His leadings are beyond wonder
Always caring than any mother
He is loving like a sincere father
Through the heart of man He searches
The truth we need to hear He teaches
Out to the unloved He reaches
The true way to life He preaches
In Him lies the power to guide
Those who are not yet Christ's bride
Saving those that are affected by the devil's tide
And bringing them unto God's side
The lost in the world He leads to the altar
And to the thirsty He shows the living water
He is able to remould man's life like a potter
Always feeding the hungary with heavenly butter
Categories:
remould, religion, life,
Form: Rhyme