If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.
Categories:
shreds, soulmate,
Form: Free verse
Life is a pinnacle of love
Love is a beautiful flower
That grows in the valley of sacrifice
When love is snatched away from you
You are left with shreds of memories which sadden you
Day by day you learn to survive!
Categories:
shreds, age, allah, anger, art,
Form: Ballad
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Welcome to Kenya,
Where prisons make criminals more than not.
Where justice is read off papers na sio za constitution.
Where economy is simply taking money from one class to feed another one.
Where,
If the phonetics of our surnames don't click then bullets may,
Where,
Sheria ina mkono mrefu,
Uliza waswahili maanake.
Where,
Imebidi nifungue roho,
Kabla waifunge.
Where,
People die natural deaths because they saw things or heard things...
Where,
Democracy is simply a dictatorship of the elite.
Where,
In Nick Cannon's words
Election is simply choosing which gun you wanna shoot yourself with.
Welcome to the country where independence was simply a switch of the yoke.
Same old slave.
Just a different master.
Same old cries.
But really,does it matter?
_2.5.flaw_
Elliepoet™
Categories:
shreds, absence,
Form: I do not know?
I’LL ORDER THE BEE’S KNEES IF YOU PLEASE
“oh man, really, wake up please”
There are women who will drive you to your knees
You can see it in their eyes they think they can control the sun
S**t, If I summon a lady to do something, believe this baby, it gets done
Weakness to me is a disease
That’s why I stay off of my knees
There are some women who think they can control the weather
Shoot, I’d rather be happy and alone than unhappy being together
I will not pay a woman’s fees
That’s how I stay off of my knees
I am not a man a woman can rearrange
Take that tip from me, and keep the f***ing change
Look in their eyes and if they should tantalize and tease
I’m telling you men, don’t let them jack-hammer you to your knees
Okay wait, I’ve rethought my advice
Only get down on your knees if she’s hot enough and worth the price
© Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
shreds, angst, women, women,
Form: Quintain (English)
shreds of hope remain,
hope that you will soon realize
me as well as you
Categories:
shreds, hope
Form: Tanka
im tired of cleaning the wounds that youve caused me to have
too many times have you beaten me down
and waited till i was okay to do it again.
your words are like knives
tearing my back and piercing my heart
the icy burns put me to torture
left alone and bleeding and screaming out why.
you smile and you smirk
cause you have all the power
youve sewn up my mouth with your claim as a saint
i cannot defend with my arms tied behind me
my legs crossed and dress as a proper young lady.
and your words cut into me
again
again.
not stopping until i am torn into shreds
lying on a bare floor
covered in blood stained remarks.
Categories:
shreds, angst, family, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse