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My Lord I want to be under your cover
In your light I will definitely but discover
With your help I'll l be really able to recover
And will act upon the given real love charter

Your streak of light will show me the path
Hence I will be saved from probable wrath
Save me and my family fro, burning hearth
You are candle of light and I am your moth

Give me satisfaction of my heart and soul
I am all alone with you be my only sole goal
Like a particle of sand I want to join the whole
Like a real obedient servant I know my role

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
I.) Bodies of

Open lakes are naked
Their secrets,
Rub like salt.
How did one get here
What seized the labour of hands.
Do we deserve to know.
Do we deserve to know the extent.
Do we deserve to know the extent of our own subjugation.
Knees meet dry earth.
It's dry where we forget to water it
Not that it needs water,
Salt finds form
In our negligence.
Arid insincerity spoke of more.


II.) To follow

We left.
We did not need to stay
A dry sterile whisper kept us there
With it's pleas for us to leave.
The trust of invitation,
Burnt holes in our wings.
Untrust of warning,
Had us leaving without our things
I don't know which is better.
A departure announced drew heed to soft cartilage.
Unsharpened curfue split bone without piercing the skin.
The expression of self.
Callous wanderers knocked at no doors;
to accept rejection.


III.) Reintegration of being

The want of murmurs in wanton misuse
Kept us foraging for lust,
For more,
For inability in casualty.
We waited for forest to arrive,
Bare earth begged of no candour,
Trees deny script.
Unclenched hands greyed over context
As purpose gave none where some was due.


IV.) What the stars offered

A quest unrelenting bends bark in fervour.
Do we know why we left,
Cold hands hock at swords needed to keep slight wrists in check.
Or where we are going,
Our aimless pacing finds direction in blind eyes and guided hearts.
All the dust settled, buried in puddles like art.
And the thunder was there
The thunder never knelt
But we listened
To listen was the choice.
A brief connection with the sky
Through it's reproach
It implored for something more,
Only upon deaf ears.
Was earth all there was to rain on?
We thought, as the stars spat on us.
Celestial offering in cleanse not spite.


V.) Love

Maybe that's why we left.
To trascend our own ideas of love.
Innocent foliage made the path harder to see,
But easier to tread.
Gentle arches hug mounds of green
Like finger tips kissed by yonic flesh.
To remember the conception in contact,
Was to recognize our own affirmation
And any word intended for the ears of the unknown.
Blood is replaced where word is love.


VI.) Relation to self

To stay or leave was not the choice
The distance from anything was illusory.
The real choice, was acceptance of self.
After the end of our disintegration,
The dry heave,
Leaving without hesitation;
We are not without ourselves.
Renee 'Wisera' Apr 2016
I once went on a vacation
I didn't take any relations
So quiet and nice
Stayed two extra nights
Oh! What a wonderful sensation!
I just got back from Colorado with my boyfriend and it was lovely!
Cassandra Allen Mar 2016
A father always supporting his daughter,
No matter how high she jumped he caught her.
A little girls prince in shinning armor,
He always protects her and is sure to never harm her.
A poem for a very special man in my life; Daddy.
Annie Feb 2016
One last time
I had to look back
I had to have
My very last glance

She was my mother
And I loved her
Earnestly
Faithfully

I know
She fed me
I know she cared
I know sometimes
She wished I wasn't even there

We could hold the grudge
For as long as you seek
But Momma,
Aren't you supposed to love me?

I desire your blessings,
I yearn for your fondness,
Momma how can you not see?
Your daughter is not what you believe,

I have become a waste
Somebody's worst day
But you don't even bother
If I leave or if I stay
Arcassin B Feb 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I'm sorry,
I'm trying,
To make it right,
And all your tears can put out fires,
Lets spark a light,
Ive got nothing to run back to,
So isolated,
Choose to hate,  or can you choose,
Lost in translation,

Why do you take things to heart    in this life,
Why do you take things so personal,
I watched your heart melt
in my hands,
Now personalities getting very comical,
And still,
And still,
You take things so personal,
And still,
And still,
You use to be sensual.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/02/still-taken-from-mandy-2-mep-coming.html
Sinai Jan 2016
He wears only innocence
In the profound waters
At the bottom of his adolescent dreams

And I can't help but
To stare at it all
In awe with one toe dipped under
Shahini Sengupta Jan 2016
You are the one about whom I cared but You made my tears slid..
You are the one I loved but you made my heart bleed..

You are the one I adored but You made my soul lonely,
You are the one I fought for but You touched me and lied so calmly..

You are the one to whom I surrendered all but You made me feel ditched,
You are the one who made me feel so lonely even after we were hitched..

I will never detach from You its true
But I cant love you like before which was as pure as a drop of dew..”
Sinai Jan 2016
I will be honest
I just want to write anything about you
Even though the words are buried lately
Under all the highways in between us
And even through the silence
I am too far to hear your love

Maybe I feel this
Need to engrave you with my ink
So I will never forget how to feel you
Loxodes Dec 2015
My heart made out of glasswool,
Like a poisonous rose
its soft but you are going to cut yourself
when you get too close

My soul minimalistic,
Neo-geo art piece but in an unnatural pose
you really going to hurt yourself
when you get too close

Some people dont suffer,
We really pity those
They dont have the scars of life
They never came too close

We both came too close
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