Suiting Poems | Examples

Spellcaster

A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all
of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon 
a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats among
the trees with hair of oaken leaves that perk each morn’ upon the sun
but she with book to under-arm, her book of chanting, her grimoire
be carried lo and carried far and braced for spell when suiting her
this creature crone of caustic mouth who oft’ alone with cackled laugh
does shriek and scorn a charm or more, 
     did witch, the spell 
           did witch, she cast

A Hunger Unfed

“Inspired by a Native American Legend using a story of 
‘hunger unfed’ as a metaphor for inner conflict.”  ~~~ The Poet.~~~


"The Grandfather spoke in a gentle voice, calm and clear, 
As he described to her, the two beasts without fear.

The first beast you have inside you my darling child,
This animal is sullen and untamed, a persona that is wild.

It's a bold animal, who exist alone and ignores other’s feelings.
It goes about, suiting itself and choosing its own dealings.

It is strong and defiant and never does what it’s told to do.
It fights with the other beast that also lurks inside you.

The second animal is calm and pure, and does as it should.
It will obey you and choose to do what is right and good.

Its desire is to protect you and look after you all day long.
This animal has a righteous nature, although it is strong.

It will be loyal as it’s a passive beast with a side that’s meek.
These two fight each other, as to live within you they both seek.

Both hunger, as they are unfed, the winner is important indeed."
"Which one will win Grandfather?" "Child it will be the one you feed."

Love Struck

The sight of her was like a thunder bolt
Her smile was a suiting balm
The words on lips embordered wisdom 
If I was a king she would own my kingdom

I wish i knew her name
Or take her home
Share a wine
And dance till sun rise

Color Obsession

Mine color is red,
Your color is yellow,
It's a matter of complexion so true.

Mine favorite is black,
Your suiting is white,
It's a matter of tradition so true.

Mine room is pink,
Your room is blue,
It's a matter of gender so true.

Mine loved is peach,
Your preference is maroon,
It's a matter of trend so true.

Mine closet full orange,
Your cupboard full green,
It's a matter obsession so true.

BY: EK~ Eman Afridhi
13/04/2021

Preparing For Bullies

Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her

We were five when Ma spun the Catha stories.
For our benefit, to honor our McCormick ginger hair. 
To help us feel normal with our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles. 

Born near Stonehenge, 
Gifted with a soothsayer’s heart
She was more fey than the faeries
More gypsy than the Romans.
Clairaudient and clairsentient, 
She sensed brownies, elves, and poltergeists

We were seven when our classmates began to bully us
Making fun of our McCormick ginger hair. 
To try and make us feel ashamed of our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles, but it did not work
For we were like Catha, the pride of the clan.
Mother’s preparation suiting us up to ignore their evil taunts.

Prayers of Yesterday

secret flowers hidden in my chest 
ever day I wake up to do my best 
the prayers of yesterday still linger 
on my distracted, rolling fingers 
a sacral image tattooed with Grace  
etched upon my heart, Christs face 
no denomination here, just love 
properly suiting me like a glove; 
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,  
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.

Reserata Carcerem Xxvi

love is not the tale of the cross;
dark diction callous clichés draw,
la-de-da limping of thorn-theme,
snapping at cum renting spun spree

love has never been an excuse;
taunted track punctured passion prunes,
masticated motive masks means,
felon fashion trimmed by lips' spree

neither is love hurled Utopia;
throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere,
dainty pastures, voluptuous vines,
salient stream, vying vision dines

love's a robe of many colours
rarely worn on suiting attire.
        '20:06:27:16:10

Note: of lured love.

Listen here: https://soundcloud.com/zuxian/reserata-carcerem-xxvi

Awaking From Silence

There is a language barrier being created
adopted and fostered by social media
controlling certain dialect from surfacing
kept down with bad manners treasonous acts with character
Governing bodies has signed the soul of democracy away
to address another human life form rubbished neologism
Firstly a status of hate filled pride needs to be brought into account here
to alter facts and grammar suiting a wicked agenda correction
This has no value when examined for what's right and just
silence is no longer a tool of the innocent party 
when powered to speak with lawful manners
from the wool of a Lamb knitted into a soul
the Lion will roar within this arena
Words are enslaved put in chains by bigots
backwards justice in the end will fail terribly
because the finger and pulse will always point out
The truth from deep within a person's heart

Stupefied

It's weird how
I still don't know 
what to say about him.
Every time that I think I have words
I run out
or
they don't seem suiting
or
they don't seem like enough.
I don't know what to think about him.
Thoughts don't fit him, he just simply
won't
fit.
Every time I think
"Over it"
He hits me with a bag of bricks,
if this feeling can be equated to the weight of a bag of bricks,
which I think it can.
It certainly feels like a bag of bricks.
And that smile.
That smile hits me with ten thousand bags of bricks on its own.
And that laugh.
And for that matter,
the way he says small things like
"wait"
and
"okay, claire"
I just can't help but feel stupid happy when he's around.
Weird, right?

Biobab

Biobab ever sits unable to stand but a tree.A broad trunked,huge like rocks,from silk-cotton family fruiting for paper,cloth and rope suiting.
 
Bab is gate in Arabic and the tree is an African origin.A gateway between Asia and Middle East kept opened for centuries.Ancient,heavy,immemorial gift from Arab traders for shadowing the Sun hitting Mannar soil in then Ceylon.A mark of gesture of Arabs on their merchandised soil but no a trade mark as traders hail.

Hats off dear Arabs for your kind hearts.Biobab a tropical being sits smart for half of Adam’s age in the coastal belt of Northern province of Sri Lanka!

Free

free to keep busy
retirement life
suiting her just fine



posted on August 16, 2018

Tatty Brothers

My brother has just got inked,
with style - he's quite a dude
in this we are somewhat linked
as I am also tattooed.

neck and ankle, inked up twice 
displaying  them with class
though mine is not quite as nice 
as it's placed upon my ****!

two Xs,and two chevrons
daughters and direction
as opposed to a gurt pig
my rugby club connection

all worn with pride and passion
suiting one another
each of them our own fashion 
for us - me and my brother.

Wesley's Horse

The little creature knew the roads.
From town to town his Friend
Would seek a fitting gathering space
To focus on life’s end.
No burden he, and speaking much
To Someone Fatherly
Then speaking to assembled crowds
Pressed close that they might see.
And some would laugh with rude disdain
And some would nod assent
And some would cry out for relief
As Friend would urge “Repent”.
The creature tethered to one side
Heard thoughts rehearsed in mid-day’s ride
But now with pressing tears.
And folk came forward to the man
Imploring more of Jesus’ Plan.
Been like that now for years.
A horse would think a paddock green
A suiting place for rest
But paths of love, with Friend above
Had suited this horse best.

The Malt Shop

THE MALT SHOP

I would wager every school has a no-touch clan -
Four or five debs who really know how to play
And they share company only with those coolest
      studs of the day

Money, looks and politics are basic to the royal
      suiting up
One must look just so, act just so and appear only
      at just so places
Well?    do they appear at the malt shop?
Oh, no – none will see those faces
It’s just so too common for them to show

So?    Where did I fit in?
I didn’t – to dances didn’t go
Didn’t know how to smile just so
Didn’t kiss VIP bottoms, you know

I used to pass the noisy place and shake my head –
Such a waste of time, such decadence, values dead
And did I, mister well read, want to go 
      to the malt shop,
Smile, laugh, flirt with the girls?
Damn right I did!

Dave Austin

Short Line Ii

Ugh!

Latching onto this ones own miserable misery 
Creating a fog sweeping sweet 
She brushed her brow, put on make-up
Turning the other cheek

She favored ignorance is no excuse
When she thought ignorance is bliss
She had it in the bag to begin the abuse

What suiting question for the questioner
If I pulled a rabbit from a hat 
Could you please disappear

Humiliated emotions
Don't seem to strike her
Awkward moments
She can't seem to recover

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