Every Day Poems

2022-01-08 23:41:52 How strange...how wonderful to grasp the mystic untouched memory of the non existent, to envision the bruises like the passerby leaf that bind unseen cuffs around my wrists the moment it landed on me. What kind of everlasting tree am I looking at? What dark coups would it have called out if it only had a set of lips? How long standing are the visible roots? They sure know how to resemble the knotted valleys of my sore heart. They sure shake their leaves, laughing at me for thinking I could fool their wise old eyes. They sure have a way of parading the exact paths that led them to me. For all I know, I could tangle myself up until it devoured all that I stood for when all I had was a faith I won't bow under the pressure when facing my fear. Open / Comment

2022-01-08 21:48:51 You're sweet like a candy,
So sweet like a mango,
Or more than honey.

You're beautiful like a Lily,
So beautiful like an Orchid,
Or more than a Rose.

You're humorous like a joke,
Too humorous like a meme,
Or more than Mr. Bean.

You're innocent like a virgin,
Too innocent like a baby,
Or more than Mother Mary.

You're glittering like silver,
Too glittering like Gold,
Or more than Diamond.

#You're
~ Bob Kasiita Open / Comment

2022-01-08 19:55:50 At the eleventh hour

No matter the worst you face in life,
Do not be dismayed.
Failure might have been to you,
Like a pest to the host.
Yet do not be dismayed I say.
For at the eleventh hour,
Your situation will change.

Like a surprise on a birthday,
Unlike the troubles on a doomsday.
Even so, do not be afraid!
For your savior might be near.
To bind you up from your fear,
And totally wipe away every tear.
Right at the eleventh hour.

Like a wrecking vessel; On a stormy sea.
Your sickness may worsen,
And your problems may increase.
Though the pain may seem everlasting.
Yet anticipate for joy unending.
For at the eleventh hour,
Shall your mouth be wide opened;
And your smiles spread abroad.

At the eleventh hour,
Shall your redeemer appear,
Drying out from your face every tear.
And as the sun rise from the East,
So shall your smiles beam through several feasts.
Recovering all your wasted years.
And from your stressed journey to the West;
Would you finally meet your rest.

DaCosta Kofi Aboagye Open / Comment

2022-01-08 16:11:22 Sometimes I forget,

That I have blood in my veins, not liquid fire.

It's tears rolling down my cheeks, not rivers.

It's a heart in my chest, not a glacier of ice.

I really forget, as if I have drunk from the lethe.

#random Open / Comment

2022-01-08 14:30:04 If you want it done right,
you better do it yourself. But,
There's only so much
One person can do alone.
You can only be strong
For so long.

#random Open / Comment

2022-01-08 11:24:47 Ghost orchids of the heart
I know that you know that I know,
And you know that I know that you know.
Now tell me where does it leave us now?
In a place better or worse, from knowing how?
Let me tell you it’s a blissful place,
And I feel it’s presence in a sacred space,
For in my mind, when the world lives on,
Saying things, not saying things they want,
It’s a lot worse, is that feeling of being lost,
Where not knowing, akin to a creepy little ghost,
The one moment where a realization dawned,
And our thoughts connected, the beautiful feelings spawned,
That moment more than made it truly worth,
Certain flowers take birth & blossom only inside the hearts.
—————————-Giri Open / Comment

2022-01-08 09:31:46 First Love

You don't have to be the first man I loved to be my first love. When you start loving someone, it's new and feels like first love.
Love comes in different shapes every time when you're in love.

"You're my first love."

~ Saa Open / Comment

2022-01-08 07:38:45 The Anchor

You are the strait between
my continent and the sea
a few more steps ahead
to you to be home and to me.
Paddle your boat as fast
as you could be,
I have been here for years to see
to anchor your ship
at the port of my lee.

by Ali Seyyid Open / Comment

2022-01-08 05:45:44 I wake up, my room is coated with a dream like glaze of another reality. I don't quite recognise myself in the mirror, well not the external part atleast. The organised combination of skin and flesh is quite familiar. But I don't have the slightest clue of who I am. The distant field of memories I own makes me believe the person of yesterday's views are but mimicry, normal by subjective definition. He wanted a life of Solice, of control, happiness, and reconciliation, so naive.
This juncture where my sanity and madness touched was met by the separation of who I am and was.
This is all to say nothing is anything unless you want it to be. No one would know colors if sight didn't exist, no one would know odor if smell didn't exist, so what would there be if there was no one to think, no one to tell one thing from another, everything would be the same as nothing. Now I live with this constant existential dread on my back, all my past philosophies and ideologies are irrelevant and insignificant now, I'm gone, just a vessel of my former self Open / Comment

2022-01-08 03:52:43 You are the kind of person that comes once in a lifetime (or maybe it just seems like that to me.) I don't think I will ever find a person who will give me even a fraction of what you did.

However short our time was, I count myself lucky to have loved you.


#color Open / Comment