Did you trip over Lost your balance Did you feel overwhelmed Like all hell already broke loose Did you lose sleep fighting to catch some sleep
Did you lose sight of tomorrow The tunnel too dark for any light to shine through Does your heart flutter twice a second Because of fear Do you second guess every action Does hope feel like a myth
Have you thrown in your towel? Is your life at its end? Is your soul empty? Is your heart fainty? Are your limbs feeble?
I bring you REPRIEVE GOD’S LOVE
God’s love is meteoric, His loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, His verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness, nothing gets lost Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks.
How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat our fill at the banquet you spread As you fill our tankards with Eden spring water. You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light. In You, we find our PEACE IN You we find Rest.
Your life is tailored to you, like it or not it’s a perfect fit, if you envy another then you know not the beauty yours posses . for no one else can wear you as good as you ever can.
your life is a perfect mismatch of love, pain, mistakes, regrets, and everything that makes the fabric unique. Own it and love it … That’s the secret of the Fabulous.
Every wrinkle is carefully designed by time Each marks the beginning of a tale And the other the end Her eyes dim from seeing too much of the world Now she sees so little but so clearly With the dimness came foresight She lost her teeth to the battles of life She chewed on many ah Pain, turmoils Grief and joyous joys She won them all For teeth less she is But a conqueror A Pro in chewing life’s battles.
Life and death at crossroads Where one ends the other starts Somehow there’s a simultaneous equation constantly going on with every breath But this is my Cogitations It’s doesn’t really matter when life starts or when it ends But you see the space in between That’s what counts Say the between is a cup What will yours be filled with when the clock stops ticking When men drink of your life What will they be filled with? Will they be satisfied? will they be left hungry?
I see in colours Not in blackish black Or whitish white Na aah I see in hued bueties Splashed on every streets On every walk way In every home On every painted face
I see in colors Billboards of people everywhere Displaying the intricacies of their beauty. Gloried work of the omnificent Portrait’s of love walking the streets. On the courtyards of every neighborhood Crisscrossed in the market places
I see in colors Mixtures of this and that A perfect blend of lives Distributed on earths canvas I see YOU I see ME I see every other YOU’S and ME’S there’s I see US I see THEM On a perfectly imperfect canvas of humanity I see the color of every live And how we all come together to form a perfect blend of ART.
You know many times I’ve stepped on my foot and bruise myself Sometimes my feet is weak and I slip and fall Most times taking care of my needs slipped my mind Or like one time i broke my heart from having unrealistic expectations
Sometimes I miss the cookies in my mouth and bit my tongue Yeah I must admit that I do bleed most of the time, sometimes I feel the hurt for days But my legs don’t scream at me or runaway with a stranger and leave me stranded
My flesh don’t file for divorce or try to sue myself My heart don’t stop making beats cos it feels broken My whole body does not start looking for a mind elsewhere that would meet their needs I don’t hold grudges and try to get back at my teeth for biting my tongue Yeah i do feel the hurt but then I understands deeply that those hurt and pains created where not intentional
That’s what comes with being alive and relating with Self That’s what comes with being me and making mistakes That’s taking a breath, being Human And that’s just like love You should know love is not one defined or definite feeling We always associating love with Red so subconsciously we think love is one color Love is not one color is more like a rainbow with a thousand colors
or a canvas, where there is the highlight and the shadows, Every brush stroke creates perfect splatters, Bright Fades and the dark blurs Those Blends and off colors Those saturation and contrast are all part of what makes the Canvas And that’s love Sometimes I think of love as a Rose, there’s thorns, thistles and petals It’s not always rosy even roses know You know Pleasure and Pain are siblings somehow Love is more lovely cos it hurts sometimes.
POETRY IS ART
Art is who we are
Beauty is Artistically painted in and with words.
The beauty of the pen Is its ability to bring to bare Varied personalities All locked within one soul
It crystallizes thoughts It gives voice to the mute It helps us torch those our hands can’t It breaks the barrier of space And the hold of time
For years after the ink dries The words stays fresh in the hearts in which it touched With eternal potency to touch more It helps us love with words
For it transcends race or skin color Its language is that of the heart It gives poetry a place To roam wild To travel wide In discovery of self and exploration of all there is A place called home For home is where the heart is.
William Shakespeare (bapt. 26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616)was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world’s greatest dramatist.He is often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon” (or simply “the Bard”).His extant works, including collaborations, consist of some 39 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.
HIS FAMOUS WORK
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
About The Poem;
Shakespeare starts Sonnet 18 with a flattering question to the beloved: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” He goes on to list some negative aspects of summer to establish that his beloved is better. In the last part of the poem, he states that the beauty of his beloved will never fade as he will make it eternal though the words of this poem which will remind the world of him “so long as men can breathe or eyes can see“. Sonnet 18 is the most famous poem written by William Shakespeare and among the most renowned sonnets ever written.
The pen is truly mightier than the sword, and if you’re a book enthusiast you know that to be true. Some of history’s most influential people were authors, writing the most important literature and political works of all time. Writers have shaped human history, capturing some of the most important historical events and reflecting the culture of a changing world around us in a profound way. Who are the best writers of all time?
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The twinkle behind her smile as the crease vanishes bit by bit
Dawn sets on her face Giving light to our darkness
The warmth from her eyes Melt our stone cursed heart
We dare to see the world from her eyes
We dare to see everything in white and white
No SHADES no GRAYS
“When we hurt we heal… No scars to remind us
Tell your hurts to tell their hurts they’re forgiven and forgotten The only memories that’s left is to make more memories and be joyed We hook up like we just met… And have fun like today is our last… breath No grudges for yesterdays Every moment is tryFECTA!” Just the world in a child perspective
Can you just love a brother like there was no scars before Can you just love a sister like yesterday wasn’t rough Can we just love each other like love for the sake of love Go back kids again like when we couldn’t even spell love But then we love still and we love real and we love with all that is.
Everybody is like family Have you seen how children bond… They don’t have reservations They don’t know about tomorrow The full-fillers of the NOW And there ain’t no holding back, They give it all You see, We’ve missed the stairs trying to get to the top floor It’s the other way up Yeah I said it, the way up is down Be a child again.
Then we use to Love with everything in us Then who knew it was four letter words Then I couldn’t even spell my own name I was free spirit like Khalid I hugged every stranger until they told me not to… Please!
How many times I fought with Daniel and got back together One time I had issues with Bash and that brought us a more beautiful mores of gold But Now we hold grudges like guns, naar, try grenade ready to explode Until we become like kids then we are not WE… we can’t truly be US
Everything else is fake outside a child’s world.
DETAILS
AUTHOR: Weird-tRUTH and Karis_oxano
VISIBLE: public
FINISHED: December 2019.
Art work: I can draw Africa exhibition.
COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: visited an art exhibition hosted by I CAN DRAW AFRICA. it was love at first sight ,when i saw this painting … :karis_Oxano.
My inspiration came from the inspiration of karis_oxano and of cos the love dripping from the painting… Art really do speak.: weird_TRUTH.
THE BRIDGE 