Heal your heart with my poems
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A POET WHO DIED BY HIS POEM!
He is a man always left on his solitude
with his might set, like a sharp sword.
His hands always exhausting pens,
with papers filled to the brim.
His heart gush and groan wide
with his head affirming, from side to side.
His words forces of wide thought
scheming words of all sought.
His dreams scanned in booklet,
this man rain all in droplet.
He exposes the secret of nature
and give details of all creature.
He mimics the ways of the philosophers
but not of vivid terms, it differs.
He write of many immortal shadow
setting transparency of emmence sorrow.
His mind fight with his desire,
his heart embellishing what he has acquire.
When he turned activist of the state
his works even the little hate.
His words read the heart of many
causing his plight to be plenty.
He was killed because of his poem.
He is a poet who died by his poem.
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from cradle, where we lay and laugh
into an open grave
been lull for a deep sleep
the earth contributed
his clay and stone
to make you lay wurm
even the strawling flowers
falls for perfect fragrance
but to you, goodnight
you say.
the little bird
leaves his cradle nest
to beak for food
but come back no more
as the eagle stalk
to it prey
through it long journey.
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AS BEAUTIFUL AS THAT NIGHT
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That night, a night of admirable callings
With larches of leaves living the trees
To join the cloud, this adores that plesantry breeze.
The sky was blue
And there were stars above it
They blink like diamond
And hold like a bag full of gold.
The roses admired that night
And they left the lily leaves
To form another night of good fragrance.
As I looked into the mirror
What I see is the memory inferior.
You look like that night in disguise
But to another damsel, there are many lies.
That night enhances another pace
With no night mimicking
Even with such amazing ease.
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My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
I drew dreams dramatically,
Relaxing on pleasures emphatically
Yet, I call for a life worthwhile
It’s a quest quaking futile.
I’m insatiable, this life on throne
My sacred life is stiffening like stone.
In sacred mission I refuse
Only to the peak of wealth I transfuse.
I sense this long journey cut short
I’m revoking the ways of my thought.
Today I give closely this poetic hind
I agitate my striving after wind.
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On the eve of my grandmothers death
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On the eve to your death
I saw the iroko trees
Releasing their leaves
Sending them in angry reeds,
The sun and the moon begins a struggle
They struggle for whom to occupy the little space
Left in your sanity
It looks like the unwanted eclipse
Though it was the force of a luminous flame
Instigating his rays.
I heard an unborn baby
Crying in his mothers womb
Shedding the tears of pains
Because it knows tomorrow is a bad day.
The ocean waves lingers in pains,
Chasing the comfort in it
And bringing the air that will force you insane.
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Brave hearts long for you
Your path way they plan to pass thru
You’re the definition of poetry
Guarding souls like faithful sentry.
Below the hidden tunnel of love
Meek hearts you dissolve
The firmament flashes it shine and goes away
It smiles to your glories today
Many a times dew crave for your damp
A wide heart you made cramp.
Crowds of them are trailing for your words so pure
It heals the soul and pains it cure
Your praise is full of glorious song
Your journey is modest and strong
Today, I wax poetic to you
This is my ode to you.
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A bond of love have brought them together
love have made them known each other
round metals splitted on both hands
shown as sign of eternal stands
coupled at marriage house
eternally God has bless these spouse.
once a while they smile and look at each other face
compromising happiness from different race.
they stood as one from time to time
never representing two at one certain time.
a way has come to join their race
every one will know this family trace.
one put to bed
the other wait and trend.
some one has come to join blood together
this a heir to mark each other.
smiles wake neighbors coming
all benefitting when returning.
some with eyes of happiness
others engulfing with sadness.
they filled the air with happiness at oneday
tears for everybody another day.
many weeping 'their heir is gone'
spouse hoping 'another will come'
wife dainting to sleepless night
both shrinking to face the plight.
years has count his time to pass
series of problems making two heir to pass.
again joined at the open door
was the wicked way of one tremor.
wife waiting for celebration
husband waiting for inauguration.
neighbors wondering 'why none seems to come'
all sobering to what life has done.
days past, and their plight keeps increasing
weeks past, and their gain keep decreasing.
ways was searched to down this adversity
helter-skelter they run, to fade the temerity.
solution flying to land both gains
togetherness is the corporate of their pains.
ideas tangled by many
what would have happened if they had followed any?
they both sat and find a solution
both affirming to a departing motion.
they walked on different ways in life
all ending in strife.
goodbye my love they both say as they go
farewell song, neighbors sing also.
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America, oh sweet home of mine
Glories beaconing fine
My heart longs for you
Your path way i dream to pass thru.
America, this dwelling of bountiful opportunities
Other lands merging for your treaties.
Beauty of all sought lies in your calling terrain
Eyes for glory can never look in vain.
America, these victors at battle field
All from God, you obey and yield.
you traces and fight the test of time,
And glance at echoes of time.
America, i accomodate you in my vacuum remaining
No way for others complaining.
Now, my muse waxing lyrica
All for you America
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The sky was her limit
Her bags was full of praises
Suddenly she began to sing a marvelous song
Saying…I’m always a less adulterer
A selfish adulterer
Who does not give cheerfully
To those looking desperate.
“From my raining comfort
My noble will share
My dreams and visions are beyond compare
I will always wait
For my future companion”
She was always like a horse
Who strive to reach his goal
She leaps for joy for her
Star stunned position
Also keeping a real vigor and vim
For bidden her vision grow dim.
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I saw a young man dropped out of envy
His heart was stagnant and heavy
Many ways contradicted his
They searched for a way to see him in abyss
But his glory was what he reflect on
His wills and aims, they turned down.
Life was never friendly with him
His dreams were shrinking and slim
The hand of the earth was so heavy on him.
Eyes were gazing on him with wickedness
Tremors are coming with fullness.
What then is his ways to life?
With all turned to strife.
I saw the way he was brut led
On the day he searched for help
His body stranded and fully unkempt.
He looked else where for a savior
Who then does he endeavor?
He would smile when love call on him
He would cry when his prime seems slim.
Alone he stands at this dark corner of the road
Carrying pains of heavy load.
His thought were wide and ungracious
Things going on look preposterous.
He stood and was looking for dream
His tears was forming stream.
Gradually he found a spacious way to live
With zest, his dreams he strive.
What turned out bad
Is now good.
He finally enjoyed the good alone.
See what life has done!
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THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
OF GLAMOROUS CITIES
WITH PERFECT BEAUTIES
OF OLD MEMORIES OF GLORIOUS PEOPLE
OF THRILLING HISTORIES JULTED IN FABLE
OF EMMINENT DIGNITRIES
AND RESPECTED ROYALTIES.
OF HIGH BARONS
AND BONERFIDE WRITERS
OF PROMINENT GOVERNORS
AND ADMIRABLE MINISTERS
OF HANDSOME BOYS
AND BEAUTIFUL LADIES
OF PRUDENT MEN
AND DIPLOMATIC WOMEN.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
BUILDINGS STANDING ON GOLDEN TOWER
BRIDGES OF STEEL FOR LOCOMOTIVE TO COWER
ROAD, SPACIOUS AND AMIABLE
ALL GLITERING LIKE MARBLE.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
OF GOOD GOVERNANCE
FULL OF PROMINENCE
OF PROFUSE RULERSHIP
AND INFLUENCIAL LEADERSHIP
OF RESPECTIVE LORDS
FULL OF WILL TO DYNASTIES.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
WITH STATUE OF LIBERTY
SHOWING SIGNS OF PAST AND PRESENT DESTINY
WITH AWE-INSPIRING SKYSCRAPERS
AND LOOKS OF MEGA CORPORATIONS.
WORDS OF JUSTICE
AND GOOD SECURITIES
WHERE RESPECT IS TRACED
AND PASS UNTO ALL RACE.
EYES OF SPIRITUAL CHURCHES
AND THOUGHTFUL PREACHES.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
WITH THE CALLING OF OLD AGE
AND BLISSFUL LINIAGE.
WITH RICHES FOR ALL TO SEE
AND THEN IT PASS TO THEE.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
CITIES TO ADMIRE
GLORIES TO ACQUIRE
STARDOM THEY DESIRE.
THIS MUST BE NEW YORK!
CERTAINLY, THIS IS NEW YORK
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Clashes of metals filled the air
Women and children running in fear
Eyes dashed on where to hide
Memories limp on only one side.
The day change to the vise of the night
All afraid of this fighting plight
Warlords pummel on innocence
Humans crying to their presence
Hearts lingers on whom to follow
Their gains are reciprocated with sorrow.
When warlords hit the slaughtering field
Defenders put their mighty shield.
Who will ease the tears of thee?
Eyes are open, their tears they see.
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Some one came knocking in the still dark night
Not in ease – the wind keep howling to fight
The hue-ful part of dawn, has switched it color
And now, this terrified bang at my door
Something keep deeming at my heavy eye,
On the blew of sleep
This awkful bang screaming to leap
With a thought I may die.
Wake up; wake up; with my mind compromising
That this touch from nature, I am not realizing.
Oh! ! A wide mind open and deceive
Only to the will of my heart to conceive
My eyes opened for a calling bang
Is it beetles or a nightingale song?
My legs stagnant for a heavy step
In this four walls, with no wail for help
Curtailing a mindful evil thought
With a weak will for my faith, I fought
The rave of my heart bliss and tout
As it seek – senile and draught
Someone came knocking at a deaf corner of my door
And my shutters locked; my might solemn and soar.
The beat of beetles has seize it sound
Where then can this bang be found?
It’s darkly night that scurry fear
At it abrogation, will I dropp for a tear?
My hearts now groans and gush
My soul wear, and rush.
Befitting time heart may call to lace
My eyes may look for solace
At this time body and soul connect
Inside a tenacious heart, phobia reflect
At last, heart arrive at a resolve
To this banging plight to solve
My hand squeaks, and opens as if it’ll never
As I look, it was my midnight lover!
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once upon a time
in a world of loneliness
i lived in a country called SUMMER LONELINESS
where love are shared by individuals
where pleasures are known for the lonely
where plesantries are not shared.
i call this world a disunited world
this world i have had many nigling injuries.
this is a world where love is nullified
this is a world where can be modified
this is a world where there is no nuptial mass.
how long will i live in this world
where there is no companion
where there is no noble
where there is no conjugate
where there is no appointed one
where there is no eternal love.
please come save me now
because i'm on motion
taking a pacing move to a sea
a sea meart for lonely ones
so come save me from falling
into the sea of SUMMER LONELINESS.
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TWO LOVERS WHO NEVER COMPROMISED
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they started with selfish interest
never willed love with full zest.
the smiles
and the beautiful faces.
the attractions making muse ease
and the beauty of words they release.
fake thought of unwilling love
only sharing it when emotions seems to resolve.
eyes of sexual gains
thought of heart broken pains.
when with eachother, they smile
when apart their hearts goes mile.
they work with heart so promising
but they where never compromising.
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The Journey Between Life And Death
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When old age calls his name
He seems to give no blame.
When death says he's tall
He stopped to answer the call.
Battling on tunnel in a darkly night
Cruel, this immortal shadow, to fight.
Like a baby, he mimics it earthly touch
He patrols with death in a rush.
This journey cool, but painful
Heart will rest, if graceful.
Today to the grave, a new birth
A journey between life and death.
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An old winny smile, graving my face
a thought of prepoutrous calling, trying to lace
i wade through this tunnel, with the mimic of smile
slow and steady this long miles.
how many times my moment with a look
faded times this crampy journey i took.
a soft unusual touch from sleep
at this moment, might scanning to leap.
i murmur silently at ease
with a loud faking noise, trembling, but cease.
with a dark hue head, now at grey
old age is coming, i say.
I'm tired of sitting with the cloud
it visage is not calling, and it's giving no sound
grimmed, by a physical touch from the wind
howl and spread free. Behind,
an empty vacuum, which has no call for mortal.
for dust, in vain wait for me
my eyes to the soonest grave i see.
a million times now my heart sway
to the dim of this six feet where i will make way.
my youthfulness and vigor is gone
an old fairy way for death has come.
soon it shall touch me, and claim
now it pursue me to this immortal frame.
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The morning was sharp and glomming
With the misty cloud of the night
Chased away by the clave of lighten.
The dew has atom on the grasses
And they’ve gone damp to his calling.
The birds that sings marvelous melodies
Have stolen their food
From the awoken flowers
Which have no sense of what they were doing.
The better morning, has been for humans
Who came out so early to take their preys.
Now, lizards are pecking on walls
Finding armies of insect
Which elongate on the road of destiny.
The livestock’s set their mouth on the ground
Digging holes on the damp ground
To find those foods which the earth,
Has absorbed from the former rainfall.
How long will the trees continue to rejoice?
Flapping leaves, and waving to this glorious morning,
Later the cloud starts to release rays of light
To dry up those initial occurrence of the early morning
Soonest the day turn to night
And the day goes by!
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Those who mine out gold
From the ground
To sell for the rich
And make for the poor.
They are mere mortals!
Those who beg by the roadside
Under streams of hard times
When famished, to feed themselves
And their hungry children
They are mere mortals!
Those who destitute who suffer in slavery
For hard and cool times
But still been killed by their masters
As they search for liberty.
They are mere mortals!
Those who were born with silver spoons
Dangling in their mouth
And died with possessive wealth
And buried with those caskets chartered with gold.
They are mere mortals!
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Those who mine out gold
From the ground
To sell for the rich
And make for the poor.
They are mere mortals!
Those who beg by the roadside
Under streams of hard times
When famished, to feed themselves
And their hungry children
They are mere mortals!
Those who destitute who suffer in slavery
For hard and cool times
But still been killed by their masters
As they search for liberty.
They are mere mortals!
Those who were born with silver spoons
Dangling in their mouth
And died with possessive wealth
And buried with those caskets chartered with gold.
They are mere mortals!
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THRILLING POEMS 4 visitorsREAD FACSINATING POEMS
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