I can look for caring love in your eyes,
You can pretend to hold onto thine YES,
And watch me do all tricks to your surprise...
If it worths a try off approaching mess.
I can unlock your heart and beat its pulse,
To stop for check on a new proposed take,
And bear a turn to signal mind's impulse...
If it makes out for WE not I's lone ache.
I can dance with you in the rain with joy,
You can worry about the weather's storm,
And wait till I calm what hoo-ha deploy...
If it gets to make your body so warm.
I can play with all your toys but not time,
You can be nice too; love is not a crime.
If I had just a single day to live,
The value of my world would realign.
Instead of what I'd gain, what could I give
To raise the worth of what I leave behind?
I'd mend the bridge instead of grind the axe.
I'd do the things, in fear, I never tried.
I wouldn't gather trophies, wealth, or plaques
But rather, all my loved ones to my side.
I wouldn't focus idly on the past
Or other lesser worths that melt away.
So ask yourself, if this day was your last
Would you remain the same as yesterday?
We have Today. This single day in store.
Let's live it like we won't be given more.
Jun 2, 2023
For the Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Mingled worths gleaned by contrasting instructions.
Disappearing as I meander amidst sun-soaked wisps.
History is storming, howling, and recoiling further convictions.
Current plans riding the rowdy wave are being crisp.
Ramifications of implied vows reveling from a keen sense,
Beautification isn't rationed by shading or form grip,
Bourn when eyes are drained, writhing, and wailing thence.
Unfulfilled pledges in the lack of truth and empathy,
Ascending to the apex of kindness obtain the rising grace.
Mystical decency, the springtime renew of humanity.
All these are shrinking twigs: wars, dread, and fury.
It's worth being afraid ...
It is not worth being silly.
What is written,
only worths when
it's understood ...
Be brave, only in advantage ...
In disadvantage, it is a loss
Certainly...
Fear with moderation,
it's smarter
than courage without measure ...
If we recognized our mistakes,
we would certainly be happier
and less stupid ...!
MAMA PRAY FOR ME
In your deepest chamber Mama,pray for me
To know who deserves my door and who worths not my window
For i have seen those who destroyed a man
Attend his funeral to console his widow
Pray me to understand the pain and harm
Of such sayings that mandates betrayal on life
I am but troubled when men spread their arms
For the closer the embrace the deeper the knife
Deadlier is the act when men and demons toast
I have heard tales of guests who poisoned their host
With the right hand do men bury their hatchets
And from their left hand strike with sharpened matchetes
Say a prayer for me and repeat my petition
For these days even the devil is rebirthed a saint
What better meal have i to offer my dentition
Since the teeth now bites the fingers that feeds it?
LizDiamond World Of Poetry
Friendship changes
the tone of our
sad words
and put a fresh
smile on our
dark face ...
Friendship understands
our weakness and not
rebukes and extends
a helping hand ...
Friendship shares
unconfessed secrets,
and confesses its
own secrets ...
Sincere friendship
worths further than one
gold mine or an
oil well...
and provides us extra love
than a casual
lover...!
Friendship is a medicine
for all ills,
it's an antidote
against evil
of our souls...!
Go to it
Run from it
Death comes to all…
Fear it
Or stand as if
It doesn’t exist
Death comes to all…
Talk to yourself about it
Or deny its existence
Death comes to all…
Love and let yourself be loved
Hate and fine yourself being hated
Death comes to all…
I found her
And she found me
Yet she wants to end it all
But
Death comes to all…
The world is ours to plough
Not to plunder
But we all are fruits
Because
Death comes to all…
Do good
Be bad
Death comes to all…
In the end
Life worths a lot
Because
Death comes to all…
Note
I am not afraid
Of what I can see
Nor what is before me
But what I never feel
Or that which I never know of
Because
Death comes to all…
The Cup Of Life
Filled to it's brim to seve the universe,
Mighty, Portable and liftable for old and young,
Carriable to toddlers even at it's brim,
Affordable and costless mug.
.
Unavoidable to everyone,
Mankind's Thirst quencher,
filled to satisfy Him,
Made to make him better.
.
Made from the finest and ancient ceramics
Beauty undescribable,
Glitters better than Gold,
Worths more value than diamonds,
.
Content's volume immeasurable,
Tastes better than french wine,
Quenches thirsts without any sip,
Value inestimable.
.
By: Fanu Damilola Daniel
©2018
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden
But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech,
Speech which bears not triviality of common silence
No, it bears not the triviality of the banter of the common man
My pen bleeds speech which awakens tyrants imbued with cold hearts of stone
To the consciousness of the humanity they abhor, for we are born equal
My pen bleeds stanzas which lend themselves as supporting pillars
To the weary cause of the common man,
Urging them not to despair but to fight on, for fortune favours only the brave
My pen bleeds the emotions which lie inert in the depths of my heart,
Emotions borne out of my will for a better tomorrow
My speech is the blazing sword which pillages the fortifications of social stratification
I do not mean to blow our trumpets
But as poets our worths exceed silver and gold,
It is boundless.
Thaj is crown,
Religion,Deen, in Arabic,
ThajuDeen,my father,
Now gone far further,
Crowns like brains on heads,
Kings,Queens like heads,
Crowns for Kings from birth,
Kings worth the way behave on Earth,
No king my father,no kingdom,
To crown my father,
He behaved like a king
He believed like a king,
In just a king,
In love a king,
In all he worths a king,
Now comes to crown the king,
No gems but crown,
No pearl but crown,
No gold but crown,
It glows,it shines like a crown,
The theme of my poem gems,
The rhythm of my poem pearl,
The lines of my poem gold,
Oh,my father wear the crown,
My poems five hundreds,your crown!
Marital pieces float
Like a kindled smoke
Some thought choking my throat
Nearly giving me a stroke.
Good that I wished
Far running out ahead
All the cherished
Seems now living dead.
Now I know my dreams
A world of fragments
I have always been a centre
Never holds or worths the sceptre.
Alas! At my delusions
How deceptive are you
My plan for an Eve vision
No one stayed; Stayed no two.
13/09/2013
I am fed up, I want to take stock,
Of all things I could not stop.
The things I bought that all went wrong,
Down to the clock that will not bong.
The time I’ve wasted standing in queues,
The money I’ve wasted, but not on shoes.
To the annoying “Jobs Worths” out there,
I hope that some one somewhere hears my prayer.
I get fed up and angry at best,
With anyone that’s like the rest.
I am not perfect that I know
But at least you know I’ll have a go.
So for all those people that irk you too
I hope the same thought goes for you
That the fleas of a thousand camels will rest
In any and all of there liberty vests.
Someday
Someday your dreams will come true ,
And you all will be a part of this world’s crew.
Every things gonna change for the better,
and trust me your life would not scatter.
Someday your miseries and sorrows will be behold,
And the omnipotent will shine you like a gold.
Your inspirations will make others rise,
and surely you’ll play your own dice.
Someday everythings gonna change new,
And you’ll not have to stand in this big que.
My belief cannot be turned down,
Cause it worths a million pound.
Foram Muchhala
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When they wanted us
In the mildest of gaits
They came to us
With what we had not as baits
We settled on bags of rice and salt
Purchasing for our faces insult
For their baits we swllowed
And in their nets we wallowed
When for food we cast into a bin
Our voice or choice
Our all-important being
Worths not more than toys
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