As Lovers Do…
Dreams and Illusions
Too Dark to See
Roses and Thorns
I am sorry (Collaboration poem)
My First Collaboration Poem with a Great Artist!
- Aston Kamunde, @https://astonkamunde.wordpress.com/
- featuring RhymeRula of Real Free -Flowing Words
- Check out Aston’s poetry blog to read the wonderful poetry he expresses on WordPress. You will not be disappointed and make sure to give him a follow so you can continue reading his great writings. PEACE and MUCH LOVE
(Aston’s Stanzas)
She wanted to plead
For forgiveness
For love
Touch
Tears of shame
Bared her self-hate
Oblivious of the smell
Of the earth and rain
The fog of mystery
And hushed emotions
Stood between them
The sky dead and overcast
She had broken him
She had betrayed them,
Had poisoned her loyalty,
Their past, present and promises
She was a small fly
Caught in a mesh of thorns
Needing to speak only three words
But “I am sorry” felt so insufficient
He was everything to her,
Many colors of passion
Her whole world,
Her magic
How could she say all…
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A Fall
It is messy and rickety
Secret that saddens the heart
The wise also fall into thorns
A fall is every fools’ a sanctuary
A fall is aching but shy
A friendly but frantic tumble
It is volatile, gnarled and old
The reason for frantic weeps and pleads
A fall forces one to smell the earth
In a curious but explosive melancholy
To the innocent soft mournful whisperings
Of the ground’s vermin’s sweat, storm and steam
A fall blows away wisps of clouds,
Bowing the faint strands of sunshine
Those carrying hints of overtaxed heart
Pain of a poisoned good reputation
Sifting lies from a bulk of truth
A fall can smoothen all thoughts
It is a gone moment before starting
The wise had spoken of the word before
Of a mirror that had never shown reflection
I’m Ready
His heart was racing, made him breath as if in panic,
But he wore facade of calm on his face,
He was here at last! To attest his worth,
“I’m ready” he assured himself over and over
Finally the moment came…One, Two, Shot!
The race was on; he was among the first pool of racers,
He could smell their intoxicating desperation too,
They too, were hopelessly smitten to win
He stared ahead and welcomed all his dark shadows,
That had brought deep emotional chaos in his life,
They carried some kind of new energy that escalated him,
Now he was a bird, he thrummed through the twists and turns, shimmering
Filled with an insatiable thirst to heal all his brokenness, he thrust,
He was not alone; his dark shadows had proved to be his loyal friends,
They were deep and at his heart’s benign as he strode out with delight,
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