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.
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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.
AUTHOR: Weird-tRUTH and Karis_oxano
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.
Why does black people have to make everything about race Well, you split the colors, its good to know that black and white is not the only color on the palette… Rainbow does exists
Who actually painted tribes and colors around the world Who drew the lines around the countries, when next you take a flight check and tell me if you can see where they wrote Europe in the skies, check for rich and poor, check for weak and strong, And if you must forget anything, cos i know you will, please don’t forget to check for Black and white You know all these has more to do with Religion, Racism, politics and power than conviction but then what do i know I’m just like Huummm, a daily reminder that freedom calls and we ought to stand up
V It’s funny how my ancestors exchanged the colored Man for shiny things cloth, alcohol, mirrors and guns, my people were sold out for even more lesser things Black people were just another commodity You know Those merchants didn’t deal exclusively in slaves and wouldn’t have thought of themselves as slave traders, just traders. Thanks to all those missionaries on slave ship who held the Bible with the palms and swords in the heart to slay us Yo’all fuel that the fire with a kiss, be ready to cuddle the consequences like Judas I see all the grey and blur areas It’s such a beautiful canvas I dip the brush in my hurts and paint all these pains white hides, black reveals You know yesterday I told yo’all Tomorrow Black will glow, well it’s today already You know Welly once told me that, God didn’t create people for people to own them Harriet Tubman once said and I quote, “I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other with a smile” My patience is receding faster than my hairline So it’s either give me my freedom now or NOW
AUTHOR: Weird-tRUTH VISIBLE: public FINISHED: March 19th, 2020 CATEGORY: Freedom,Racism,slavery . COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: After watching Harriet Tubman the movie, i was overwhelmed.
The little child’s voice calls out he stands in a pool of blood ,sand and pain the earth soaks what’s left of his kin Blood and pain flowing together A fragile heart breaks even before its formed
A little child’s voice calls out This time not in joy of BABA’S return Or the call of KAKA’s meal time She’s lost to the beauty the world holds Her childhood reaped from her before she even knows the joy of being a child.
A little child’s voice calls out She’s lost in the movie that plays before her eyes The violence before her As limb separates from joints And heads lay west and body bartered in the east.. Her grasp of humanity disappears right before her eyes.
A little child’s voice calls out A child ages in a day Responsibility a heavy burden on his heart he becomes all there is to himself and his siblings. He becomes a parent while still a child But his sanity is in danger He hangs on by a thread Praying not to snap because his siblings depend on him.
I can hear their voices It calls out to meI can hear their painI see their eyes The lens through which I see the thread that’s about to snap.. All they want is to be a child again Shielded from the chaos of this wicked world.
AUTHOR: karis-oxano VISIBLE: public FINISHED: March 19th, 2020 10:54pm LIMIT: COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: After experiencing the plight children face during war . I had to speak up.