Words Much Like Poetry

by Jerome Hambrick I could have used your company last night Could have talked or had a tongue and kitty fight And no, I'm not all right Until you come over and fix my plight Had a most stressing day And was looking towards some one on one word play Your presence is enough for me I drink you in and perspire glee I remove you from your pedestal And return you back... your love gently bruised No matter the path I find beneath my feet I sense you just over my shoulder hovering, lovingly I enclosed you in our love knowing your fear of small places That defenseless look... could almost taste it And I know it's sick but seeing you that way turns me on But understand my illness will do you no harm My nature rages to overwhelm and break right through But I would turn tide on myself before it turned on you Because you loved me and you knew I wasn't right And for that I'd kiss your feet or risk my life You see the world needs more people like you... That c...

by Derek Clark Piotr Siedlecki Flamed Heart I bring what I love Stop, reverse that! Love I What Bring I Loving I , me, the essence of all that has been created while embracing the world through eyes that gained empathy, and guided tutelage from a deaf mother Love I What Bring I , 150% of these six senses since she lacked one. Endless valued lesson in, "do unto others, as you would do unto yourself." Though it may not be reciprocated, Karma keeps record of efforts I Bring Love I What Bring I : great or small, fat and thin, female and male, adult or child, gay, straight, bi-sexual, bi-curious, or tri-sexual too right winged, left winged, even the independent Love I What Bring I , this multifaceted craft of dance and song as a Pied Piper stirring emotions in the audience, tugging heart strings aroused their infectious applause Love I What Bring I , and this palate laps the succulent flavors of varied nationalities, textured complexions, their cultured hab...

by Daniel Njoroge Caspar David Friedrich Wanderer above the Sea of Fog   1818   Destiny unveils its face, And to the man shall it softly whisper Upon which path he will prevail on. Then and only then, Will the man see What he was cut to be. Yet to a foolish man, His eyes rest bolted, For busy is he chasing After the wind, that he sees not the time rise, Nor does he give ear To the gentle whisper That destiny should wind. Then upon the setting Of time and the parting Of destiny to a foreign Land, does the man weep And teeth nails in fear. He is but only a man who gathers not water While intermittent brooks Snakes through his land, And only when they dry, Does he move and cry About until the setting Of his days upon the earth. It is best this man was Never born, for a man With no destiny is as The wind he was chasing- And forever more shall he Wheeze upon the earth with no purpose, Awaiting His wings to molt off And free him.

by Daniel Njoroge In the dead of night, Illumes born of Lanterns; Curtains every window. Aloof, crickets lute melancholies; so depressing and darkening, That stars hastily constellate only to gaze in sympathy. As gloom alights its luggage on the stillness of the night, Forlorn, Oh Forlorn you stand at the street prows—And Summon. Your hail, a fog, glides unprecedented; noticed but undesired, Behind fastened knobs; all sheath their souls from your fatal claws, However, smoothly you quiver loose, hinges to all serenity as you stroll by, Unsolicited, you fling open doors to utmost intimate emotion’s nakedness And move in to wed all souls that dine alone. Seeking consolation, most drown in your cold bottomless sea of an embrace, Hypnotized, you rob them of their sleep by sinking your fangs into necks of their dreams, Steadily you suck to a halt the pulse of tranquility that thumped therein, Alas you lip them with a Judas’ Kiss as you tuck them in their own bunks, Awake they will lay and...

by Daniel Njoroge Its eye moons the illumes of mortal thoughts, Map routes into new lands, lands that are lost, Scratches; embed curves and scribbles, Curves and scribbles yet untangle wits riddles, Meandering unknowingly from West to East, Graphing witty crops; barring no one to feast. Cunningly slither through White Plains, Leaking traces of knowledge and wisdom, Wisdom unconfined mental freedom, Mental freedom besought division through wisdom, Kingdom to kingdom, mortal to mortal, Traces on White Plains bear as portals, Portals at hand solve souls’ riddles, Scratches; embed curves and scribbles, Map ways into new lands that appear lost, For its eye moons illumes of mortal thoughts.

by Kipsang Kerich I've seen sun-filled days, and walked sandy bays- Lit by golden rays. And Nights of tears tormented by fears have capped the years. A twist of fate, and a moment of GRACE has been the race.

by Daniel Njoroge Mines moonlight tonight, demur not our hearts to unite, While I sleep, mildly creep and abut me in my dreams, Agleam my room with your cool softening illumes, And gently so as not to awaken me, whisper my pet poetry, String along summer breeze; let her repress my arising body heat, My bunk by the window, I beckon thee to come and wed me, Willy-nilly you awaken me, allure me, and besiege me to thy outdoor dwellings, I raise my blinders to peruse the skies, and as a wildfire you blazed the night, Your siblings shimmer with a loud but ever flowing glamour, The beauty that you behold stimulates my mind afloat and wonder, Brava!!!!! Brava!!!!!! Brava!!!!! beloved night Brava!!!

by Jerome Hambrick Among the bodies of the humid night Are brave souls left to fight These are the ones they couldn’t save The steaming jungle shall be their only grave Snuffed out by lords of war There’s one left to even the score Pushing her way up through the walls of flesh She goes on to face the final test Taking what weapons they left behind She salutes to her friends one last time Finding their village that very night She prepares herself for the final fight While inside they’re having a feast She rushes in attacking the beast Shot by one, the only that survived her raid Pulls the pin of her last…grenade.

by Kirill Coda I look out onto the world and wonder what it would be like not to plunder or even buckle under, under the weight of all my blunder one's mind does ponder— what if I could turn back time, back to when I was at my prime and maybe commit a victimless crime, or I could just apologise... But for what, I did what any man would do. I listened to my words much like poetry, much like the words of a decree, no man would disagree, that the burden of history is the world's greatest misery. Note: This poem was submitted to Words Much Like Poetry via our project on WEbook.

by Cedric Pierce Rufus Tooks was sixteen when a stray bullet pierced his forehead, cutting his life short. I was fourteen and forever changed through witnessing his murder. While everybody ran, I was paralyzed. I still remember the half cloudy moon, the barking of dogs, rapidly overshadowed by police sirens. He didn't die instantly, with his eyes open, sporadic breathing. I could hear him in pain. "Help me, Ced." Rufus died within 20 minutes. I've been constantly haunted by his demise. I'm unable to shake the image of his body lying on the cold gravel road. I still see the small bullet hole, with a slightly larger hole, with pieces of his platinum brains loosely hanging from the back of his head. I waited while the ambulance hauled his body away. Hypnotized by the white chalk lines. Where not long ago, a living, breathing human once lay. At the time, I was confused. Where was his soul? I half expected to see his soul exit the body. His precious soul, the essen...

they lie in wait below the floorboards of my consciousness they try to find their way up through the cracks they try to seep through through the damp porous walls of the dungeon of my mind their long dragging fingers reach for me through the rusted bars of their cage the cage i banished them to long ago the cage of my dreams they will not let me be they will give me no respite they will grant me no surcease until i turn them loose until i cry 'havoc!' and let slip their leash these words words much like poetry Tuesday, 17 nov 2009 05:46:27 hrs By Michael Maina

Sometimes we seek to complicate the simple, and build an enigma to the simple words from the soul. What could be more beautiful than the sincere and earnest expression of affection? Without you life is incomplete. You're my whole world, and all I cherish. You will always be the heart in me. From now, until the end of days, your arms will be my home. The sweet smell of your skin, the soft touch of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes. You are unforgettable. The fights, and the past is all forgotten because the love I have for you, erases all the bad that's happened. I want you to know that I love you, with a love that transcends reality. The depth of what I feel, is beyond this inadequate expression. I can't wait to spend forever and ever with you darling. Written by Trisha

by Kerri Miller what has become of what we knew, moments made memories so precious, the few, the amount of love did depreciate, life long searching for my soul mate, I knew of you then, know of you now, ever since you took the vow, the rings of engagement, or is it engaged by the ring, whatever the reason there is no real meaning. I close my eyes, I see your face, I smell your fragrance, your warm embrace. I open my eyes, you are out of sight, distant stranger in the night. I close my ears, I hear you whispering my name, kiss upon me, mixing pleasure with pain. I open my ears, the sound of silence, nothing, words you don’t say. I close my heart, I feel your hands, and I love you for making me feel this way. I open my heart, all has escaped, the moments made memories, all seem to fade. 11-06-03

by Kerri Miller I am withstanding the fire of lies you have thrown against me. Charcoaled black I stand firm upon what is real. The deceit you spread comes toward me with little effect or emotion on my part. I am separated from you forever, I dwell with the trusting and pleasant, not the vindictive and dishonest. Affected? Sure I am. But it feels so much better being away from you than it did having you near. Your mouth pronounces words of gossip and you speak of things you have no idea. It was only one day that you were my disaster and now it’s a new day; with my life ahead of me I walk firmer than ever more aware of what not to do. Given the ability to see inside people’s hearts I looked at yours and everything was black and why would anyone want that? 12-04-03 Image: Petr Kratochvil, Flames, Public Domain Pictures.net

by Kerri Miller I ain't scared to be sensitive I may take but I also give that's just how I've learned to live bottled up emotions can cause a big explosion get it out n keep on going so u can see results of the seeds you sowin'. Can't be anything other then myself you can take the time to read between the lines or you can just place me on the shelf either way it's okay I'm accepting the pain more like the quote of no pain no gain. I can no longer remain weak let these tears streak my cheeks cuz I got to succeed I got to find me find my meaning relentlessly wandering down life's crooked path deciphering the good from the bad but end up confused by the math I close my eyes and get taken back memories unfolding my past set me sideways from making it last shoulda, coulda, woulda but I didn't and you don't and I will but you won't. Tug of war is the best description for how I live and what I envision. Tired of the games pointing and names driving...