Sitting in the dark,
My shadow shines bright as I think of my future,
the one that's always criticized,
and I dwell upon my feelings the ones that always scatter in different places as criticism ingites.
Showcasing how alive it is en how powerful it can have a bigger impact on one's life,
and that's wen realisation kicks in
as my future hides even further behind my shadow how,
how do I unbuckle the fear concentrated on the routes routed by my mindset with the help of my heart..
I scream for help but mute is he who hides his feelings with a mere smile...
Love so spiteful ripping the odds of peace promoting violence,
a mechanism so dire in consequence.
oh how blind a human eye can be,
as it sees no reason to refrain from an effect so diabolical in action as the heart screams,
"save me" for the the hundredth time..
Maybe I’ll smile
I want to unbuckle my seatbelt
And drive off of a bridge
As I fly toward the cement
I wonder if I’ll regret
Maybe I’ll smile
Because finally I can forget
I want to go to the subway
And jump on its tracks
As the light gets brighter
I wonder if I’ll regret
Maybe I’ll smile
Because finally I can forget
I can’t forget
All the ice cream and sunsets
I can’t forget
How your eyes beam and sun dresses
I can’t forget
How you would scream and get upset
I want to unbuckle my seatbelt..
I want to forget
But I won’t forget
You don’t deserve, to remember alone
Acquaintance
harmonize
praise
optimize
&aspire
serenity
convey
bestow
believe
&bolster
perceive
perform
poise
persuade
&persevere
aplomb
support
sensation
nurture
&cuddle
magnify
maintain
manage
mediate
&motivate
cogitate
handle
heave
hoist
&hone
select
alternative
celebrate
compete
&connect
vanquish
reconcile
venerate
graciously
&vouchsafe
chivalrously
weave
weep
whisper
&withstand
unbuckle
reveal
understand
to untangle
&utterly
1st place contest winner
Written: March 08, 2023
Strand Premier No 1096 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The window seat provides a view
Of clouds and bright blue sky.
It’s where you likely want to sit
When it’s your turn to fly.
The aisle gives easy access
If your bladder needs to void.
Just pop right up and seatmates
Never have to be annoyed.
But what remains if by some chance
You wait to choose a seat?
Being stuck right in the middle
Where you’ll settle in defeat.
When Window wants to move, you must
Unbuckle and step out
And you’re disturbing Aisle
If you need to move about.
The dreaded middle seat’s for those
Who just ran out of luck.
Without accessibility or views,
You’re merely stuck!
If I could just, fly away, come back another day,
Reminisce good memories, instead of wanting to float away
I'm living today, cause what if tomorrow doesn't come?
What if I didn't feel this pain, and my pen wasn't my gun
And just, shoot this paper evertime I wanna unload my clip,
Cause this paper is my target and I live with my pen strapped to my hip
My mind is my holster and I unbuckle it when I'm ready,
Fully automatic thoughts unload, and the stream of bullets is steady
I wish people would never step to me, cause I wanna explode
My brain is about to crash, so they laugh, like it's a joke,
They're mediocre, and their hate is only giving me exposure,
But I'm writing, and with every line, I'm still getting a little closer
Cause this is miniscule, the majority of these people dont even know me,
There's a minority of people I could actually call my "homies"
I'm moving slowly, try to catch up and don't get lost,
These words will guide you like a map, or trip you and hit you with rocks
If you were here
I would demonstrate my love again
And dance with you in the rain
If you were here
The water would wet your dry heart
And ease you from your distrust apart
If you were here
The gladiator in you would unbuckle sword
Those winners are by winners gored
If you were here
I would smell you fresh from the shower
And place in your hair a fragrant flower
If you were here
My faith would flow a liquid stream
And you would be my lollipop dream
If you were here
You would not be there tonight waiting
To smell dew that lovers drink each morning.
1.
In Stars,
we
twinkle...
In moons,
we
outshine...
I take in
your smile
along with
its
bejeweled
glitterazzi...
your
words..
your
dimples..
mmmmmm
so
Sweet so
Simple...
We are
one..
2.
My
sweetheart
lets take a
stroll..
Do let's sit
on this
beach to
cherish
and savour
the
Blessed
presence
Of Mother
Nature and
more...
Oh! Our
love for
coconut
liqueor
and
this waves
that
fumble...
Lets play
and
wiggle.. My
sweet love,
lets prance
and get
tickled..
Cuddle,
suckle,
unbuckle..
So
passionely
sweet...
Oh! my
humble
lady of I
have
much
respect
for.. I will
Do
Anything
to
see you
Smile
Always..
Believe ME
3.
Sweet
Passion
Arising..
Headlong
dive
and
tumble..
Ohhhlala!
My Sweet
love's
touch
and
fumble..
Passion so
Deep.. We
mumble..
fiddle..
jumble..
My bank of
words is
this
vacuum~empty..
Maybe In
later lines
shall I find
words to
complete
This
Unfinished
Poem to
Honor The
Lady I
Love..
The Sage,
His Quail,
Ink and
This Page..
Selah
As I open the door,
The smiles in your face
Makes me throw my bag to the floor
As you move straight to take off my lace.
As I sit to rest,
You overcome my tiredness
By playing your hands closer to my chest
You take off my heart from its sinfulness
As you unbuckle my tie
I hurriedly take off the first button
Your innocent face does not make me shy
With respect and lust, you unknowingly take off your Acton
As I desirable bring mine
You share with me by bringing yours
Love, faith and hope can be continued in our love line
And out of generosity, we make ours.
I sit on the couch,
Unbuckle my blouse,
And just chill.
Nobody's home,
Then I hear the phone,
And my body stays still.
I think,
Then I blink,
And calmly rise.
I slowly walk,
Not wanting to talk,
But then was surprised.
I got so weak,
When I heard him speak,
I didn't expect this at all.
Not even me,
Ever thought that he,
Would one day call.
He spoke,
And I chocked,
Within every other word.
Wanting nothing at all,
He just wanted to call,
But why October 23rd?
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