Short Dizain Poems
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my heart is like a singing bird whose nest is in a watered show my hear is like an apple tree it will continue to grow every day!
he is up high
lives in the sky
he never pass you by
on you is a eye
if you fall
he pick you up like ball
just call he made us all
put him in your plan
just
ONE MAN
I am the darker brother
If you are confused
Wait until you see our father
My mother swells well
Too. She is the fairer sex
There are miles to walk
Between her tears and God.
I waited for you
But you never came
Promises you'd be here
Just another lie again
I'm a fool
For believing yo
I'll never learn
companionship thoughts
thoughts of:
you.
to stop me? it is
already that--silence
after the big-draft
nearly One
nearly Trip
to the fundus of scream
to the red of storm
and this flux of hope
an ecstasy
to my life
The feathery dusky violets,
Of a purplish vaulted sky royal,
Tickles the genteel soles of twilights,
It wakes to a bluing chambered hall,
Whilst ups a blanched dress as white stars sprawl
to finish to disappear
to leave: this being's flux
You and Me by Universe
there the flesh
where the silence
an abstraction
a change in Us
to survive city
to live angel
our streets mysteries
again this constrution
the Earth concept
its sky my chaos
only the Woman
mildly her desires
after our naked bodies
according to the pure mind
to be a city
to live its space
street by street
too beautiful for me? okay
I arrange my fluids
in curve ecstasy
a vibrant meditation
and it is all
I will be philosopher of love
an esthete of the bodies
without desire
without passion
a pure soul
of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness
our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street
there I catch my destiny
where her trance resuscitates
a mystery
a hope
our prayers
her way to touch the sky
her light in mine
her soul on my destiny
I like our dawns to two
her stains of silence
I like nova fire
these vibrations to caress
I like our mad fantasies
their dust of instant
an instinct of existence
she is wine
and the pink bread
my cake besides
what is already her first name
the name of her fanciful desire
I am part of the sky
where her mind vibrates
I will be the soul of the honey
in this free drunkenness
our eternal love
A BIRD TO THE GUYS
My neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Horatio Hornblower had a lawn mower that broke on them
And if you smoke pot and your mouth gets dry don’t eat crackers or you’ll choke on them
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Mom, you're the best
Every single day I'll repeat
And much more you're blest
I can shout in the street
Let 'em know on my tweet
You are my star
You shoot without a scar
A friend, a mother, a wife
And more you are
My mom of life
©Radiant March 2014
ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank
this indescribable face
these curves endlessly
she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite
is this my destiny
is she my desire
this absolute ecstasy
My life was dark and dreary
She was bright and saving
With her I was no longer weary
She had the best timing
She was there when I needed her saving
She gave me attention
She flooded me with affection
She was in love
I gave her all my attention
I am in love.
friends can be equals
do unto others as you...
or be inequals
teachers and students
or the parent and child
of the same sharing
friendship peace and trust
delight and like mindedness
enjoyment of love
self recognition
and sharing greater pursuit
toward virtues' heights
What if it were only seven?
Or five?
Are the rules so strict in heaven?
Alive
sparked with energetic jive
tradition grooved in breast-fed mood
believing not that bucks are food
can cause a soul to wonder.
The soul pursues that which is good
and doesn't peacock squander.
~~~~~~~~~
Workin' on it
I will not beseech you
stop stuffing yourself near to exploding
even though I feel a need to
take the sunflowers, blossoms eroding
heads bowed in solemn, silent foreboding
save the seeds
ignore the needs
of one so wild
and bold as he feeds
to allay the memory of freeze on this August day so mild
love is superior labor,
In my poetry I predict
I'm sure what I affirm simply
in abundant pureness flavor
with strong whirlwind of love actions
My poetry so rich of rhymes
as my clear writing indicates
have all inspiration in faith
to promote peace is my duty
poetry is loving junction
she made of me a being of floor
quite a small walker in the sky
a researcher in the scream of angel
I am the imperfect where the mouth speaks
I am the ugly because the soul is quiet
and the rest of my theory
my small prose of the arguments
unsaid
cursed
for the love of the faithful love
sweet sound of bells ringing
she was his big ball of wax
her wick dipped in oil
he lit her flames to the max
for his nightly spoils
their love steamed to a boil
candle light so bright
every single night
the rocking bed sang
lullabies so right
until their bells rang
connie pachecho
1/20/19
The softest double edged sword
on my own to not get hurt,
lost inside my vision board;
Finding a rose in the dirt
will I become a convert?
Blunt end of the sharpest blade
hard not to become dismayed;
I hope I don’t fall apart
trusting the words that we trade;
Walls come down around my heart.
if we cant give thanks for the little we do have ,then we must be really poor .for even the peasants gave thanks ! and they didnt have much more ,(than us)yet we still fuss and being sore ,then praying to God to help us , but what for. if we cant thank him for the little we have , then why would he give us more..
I see her walking down the hall
With her perfect hair and face
She's got everyone under her spell, it makes me bawl
As I will never be in her place
Or have all of her grace
My feelings have become a blur
Of how I'll never be her
I try to change it
Try to find the cure
But now I just need to quit
-Megan