Category Archives: poetry

Reach Out To Them

Indigent, poverty-stricken

Begging for alms,

Now their survival technique

They cry out for help

Not their fault, deprived

Of their homes

Reach out to them

 

Emotionally detached,

Sad, loneliness has overridden joy

Living in an environment

With fierce combart

They’ve been hurt, deprived

Of the pleasures they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Abused, battered,

The wicked has shown them hostility

Fear has crippled into them

They hide amongst the crowd

They can’t cry out, deprived

Of freedom they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Dying of ill-health

From an ailment with no cure

A bad omen for them

Negativity has crawled into them

They are upset, deprived

Of help from those that can offer

Reach out to them.

 

 

 

Obsessed Over Image

You stare solemnly

At your sultry image

Obsessed over yourself

Selfishly, but hurting

Thinking the stars will fall

At your feet

The world does not revolve around you.

 

He lies beneath the surface

Sparkling clear glamour

Imitating the sky blue

Something lies beneath the surface

Drifting in silent metamorphosis

In depth of pitch black

The soul no one knows

Shallow fierceness that lies

In a man’s heart

Thread softly, be at alert

Do not fall prey to the hunter.

Just Maybe

                       Woman

Did you think I would break down?

Did you think I wouldn’t move on without you?

Did you think I would still be the me for you?

 

Just maybe If you had loved me enough,

Appreciated the worthy woman in me.

Just maybe if you had held me tight,

every night, kept me safe in your arms.

Just maybe if you had done it from the back more often,

seen the desire in my eyes.

Just maybe if you had showed me,

the kind of I respect I deserved, kissed me more.

Just maybe if you had kept the light on in my heart,

Exterminated darkness from it.

Just maybe if you had touched me,

In the sensitive areas more.

Just maybe if had been more responsive,

To my desires.

Just maybe if you had,

Read the warning signs.

I wouldn’t have left your boring arse

                                      Man

Just maybe you can give me one more chance,

I would be your all in one.

Just maybe you stay one more night,

I would show you the inspirations in doing it from the back.

Just maybe you don’t turn your back on me,

I would frame love into your eyes.

Just maybe if you remain the one in my life,

I would adore you, devour your desires and relinquish,

The hunger in your heart.

I would savor everyone of your delightful,

dish, dearest honey,

I would never let it even cross,

your mind to match into another man’s arms.

Just maybe if you be my superwoman again,

There would never be an end to love poems.

 

 

Drunk Joker

People move along on their journey

In batches with mixed feelings

On each individual, written emotions.

brought about by moments of events.

 

He flaunts the jokes when drunk

to ease pain, that balances the blood pressure

It cracks, makes the belly expand

brings tears of laughter to the eyes.

 

He’s a joker who makes the

lips curve out in laughter,

that touches the eyes,

to bring sparks of light that

lightens up the mood

he turns night to daylight

with words filled with liquor

Jokes should be surreal , otherwise

considered as hurtful words.