when I close my eyes
everything goes unseen
life is honest
and soft enough for these dreams
wildish winds in my mind
breath of inspiration
Categories:
wildish, art, dark, dream, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
This was inspired by Silent One's poem,
"Prisoner Of Poetry"
Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid
Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May
Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if I were a prayer, written just for thee.
For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...
Categories:
wildish, analogy, appreciation, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse
There's so much I wish I could tell you,
All the things that I've been through,
How the boys broke my heart and took me for granted,
And how I let friends pressure me into trouble, though it was not what I wanted.
I know I didn't always make the right choices,
I've stumbled and fallen, silenced my own voices,
But most of all, I wish you could believe me,
When I'm telling the truth, please don't deceive me.
I'm still young, and sometimes childish,
But it doesn't mean that I'm reckless and wildish,
Attention and love are all that I need,
And with your support, I'm sure to succeed.
Thank you for always being there,
For listening and showing me that you care,
You never judged me for my mistakes,
Instead, you picked me up and gave me strength, which makes.
So, as I write this letter to you,
I want to say thank you for all that you do,
For showing me unconditional love,
And being my shining star above.
With gratitude and love,
Your child.
Categories:
wildish, africa, family, love, mother,
Form: Free verse
Wildish mermaids lure your kind to death,
I have warned you ‘til I’m out of breath.
They hide among rocks
And pull off your socks,
Clouding your male brains faster than meth.
Written July 31, 2018 Entered: Sea Tale Limericks Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire in honor of the late Tim Ryerson
Categories:
wildish, fun, humorous, sea,
Form: Limerick
Behind the stove the cricket sang on a stage,
One song after another in the unbroken line.
Like for a mammoths, who lived in the ice Age,
Such for a cricket, longs a winter time.
A cricket voice so soft and pretty bland,
When a snow rages in a wildish scary pace.
I take it like regards from a teeny -little friend,
Which hiding in a secret tiny place
So let the storm to rave and rage a lot,
And let the wind bend trees in a frighten night,
Peace in my soul - as a stove are pretty hot,
And a trill of the singer fill of such delight!
Categories:
wildish, friend, snow,
Form: Verse
In this world of live do God give or do God spend.
In god we trust your money make your life bless for best. Pay why when die heaven give no money life. Said of game now dont take da words an miss name da fame. smh. Cause this world is vein, so i bleed outside to water my mainstream of heart filled out the box of art. A gift is but live so a gift is what give. Present I wake no mistake to my take of day, now I play a one way ticket of gold with sweet palace like chocolate for da kids an family. Can't stand it, well dat make manish no planish; know how to stand it. Nerves get on some badish. Then handle all debts publick an private no childish just so wildish. Judge me not 4 i break only da law of da land with out a sight of the man. Then I walk out this cell knowing every step I take is hell to heaven.
amen
Categories:
wildish, art, baptism, beauty, black
Form: Free verse
I stared the beast straight in the eyes,
Determined to change his wildish ways,
But he stared right back with viciousness;
Eyes unveiling a mind that’s wild and crazed.
As to our physical nature,
I was sorely overmatched;
His quickness and dexterity
Made him impossible for me to catch.
So I patiently watched him carefully;
Waiting for the time to be just right;
Hoping that when that instant came
I could overpower him with my might.
Just when it seemed that it might happen again,
I sprang upon him with surprise,
And wrestled him the best I could
Trying to ignore his pitiful cries.
It did not turn out well for me;
I could not tame the ominous beast.
I discovered that between the two of us,
My willpower was much the least.
As he ran off through the habitat,
Leaving quite the mess behind,
I was left to clean up the damages,
Trying to overcome matter with my mind.
I guess that I’m not up to the task,
Though give it my best I truly did;
It was then that I reached the conclusion:
His mom can potty train this kid!
Categories:
wildish, life
Form: Rhyme