Candle holders midst of darkness
A pleasant sight to see thee there
But that I'm in vale of death
In world of thine I'm nowhere
With grief that mingling in the hues
With loss, regret ,thine eyes are wet
O Lying in the heart of Earth
With fear and awe I drown in sweat
O love of Lord O come by me
Take hands of mine in hands of Thine
O candle holders thou can go
I lit the dark with heart of mine
With lamps of eyes with flood of tears
That shed on Earth in deep regret
In loss in pain , O all in vain
But now that Sun of life hath set
Thy channels all I trode in life
And worshipped thee in sun in rain
O Lit my world with lamps of Sky
My Lord here I'm in the lane
With those who lead but life of pain
With those whose only hope is you
With those Who live there all in vain
Who searched in world but Thy footnotes
In sands in seas in woods in green
O send for them thy airy boats
And call them to Thy Eden Green
Categories:
trode, adventure, age, angel, art,
Form: Ballad
i've been
writing like
i've been
possessed
my goal
isn't money
my goal
isn't success
but i know
that my world
would unfold if
i were told you no
longer trode
upon it's soil
or to allow
mud to come
between your
toes or your
nose never
to steal a
sniff off of
a newly
bloom
ing
flower
but i will
always
write
of
you and
always
about
you
so dance your fairy
dance around a ring
of mushrooms that
only come out at
night
and so
showing
me the door
that will
take me to
the king of the
wee folk or lore but
he can
no more
do what he
didn't do the
midnight before
and so sour
and sore
from
kneeling in
prayer's form
i beg not to be
asked visage no
more
to my yes
occipital lobe
as mechanics
become viewers
and i can see the
Titanic sink below
the waters that she
walks
upon
Categories:
trode, muse,
Form: I do not know?
..........PATH OF LEARNING..........
In dark we are born,
to behold the new light,in dark we trode,
Till we know light to our paths.
From the moral guidance set to accompany us,
from our Parents leading paths,
little by little we are held
by arms to the field of gatherings.
Painfully,it seems to us on start,
for we know not it
pleasures and values untold!
With our peers we echoed in one tone,
A,!B!,!C,D!.
1,!2!,3!,4!.
Until Apple taught us the value of A.
Then B,tells us of a circuler object called ball.
Until C,gives us cup for drinking
And D,tells us of an Animal friend called dog,
with all the gatherings from our homes,
and from the fields of learning,
we've all come to know the value of life.
I love to learn!
I love to learn!
For in learning i've known the light,
i've seen knowledge!
I've known widom.
For in wisdom
I've learned to number my days.
Teach me to learn!
Teach me to read!
Teach me to write!
For in this path i love to go.
Categories:
trode, education
Form: Free verse
Bridled pilgrim on tributary road
Sanctified route that Imams trode
Hoping cares and sorrows to unload
In Mecca's blessed, sanctified abode
Prayerful disciple dutifully abnegating world in part
Humbly following the scantily-provisioned cart
In contrition, taking alms from each, beneficent heart
Diligently brushing aside each mental block, earthen
rampart
Suffering the reproach of strangers with grace
Shouldering the stigma attached to foreign race
Showering kindness to each passed, nameless face
Seeking refuge in lowly shelter and amended space
Categories:
trode, dedication
Form: Rhyme
When you asked the Gods for Life
it was I who gave you mine
And when you wanted Rainbows
I went colorblind.
So when you finally asked for Blood
I gladly sliced my veins
then when you asked for Freedom
it was I who wore the chains.
When you asked me for a Light
I set myself on fire
And when you wanted Balance
I trode the high tightwire.
When you needed Food to eat
I starved and went without
And when you were a bit Unsure
I banished all your doubts.
When you moaned and cried for Death
each time, I died for you
And when you balked and held your Breath
it was I whose lips turned blue.
When I gave you Everything
you always wanted more
On every Opportunity
you simply slammed the door.
©Danielle White
Categories:
trode, allegory, angst, dedication
Form: Rhyme
one day if you should walk
by these ending ages,and by
these apocalypse infested youth
you should trode in a realm,where
cats be standing way taller than men
or in falling london bridge,where
above the seas the mermaid should rise
and tongueless fishes should utter good
lingo,pray my friend,pray
if perharps you should catch a gaze
of pollens,than transfer making love
under the smiting sun,pray
the end is sooner thsn the thought
of it,and peace doth exile
judgement is upon us
Categories:
trode, confusion, seasons, war,
Form: Blank verse