HollyIvanPoetry

I made a wish with dark whispers under bare branches She touched my soul wish hope I thought she would feed Bare like a stone It was left dry and hungry Crying for love At noon just after down I dreamed of her The day after we met Caressing me with details On her lips I want to dig into his pockets We cuddled and doubled The odds But all was trash in pit She took dandruff with her I made a wish with dark whispers under bare branches She touched my soul wish hope I thought she would feed Bare like a stone It was left dry and hungry Crying for love At noon just after down I dreamed of her The day after we met Caressing me with details On her lips I want to dig into his pockets We cuddled and doubled The odds But all was trash in pit She took dandruff with her

The best I will hold For a lifetime, Under the bright sun. No wind will blow you away from me. I will always be your strongest root As you bend for a kiss, And hold you tight my stem. Never will I ever betray you, Even when the floods come, I will push hard the central root down deep in the soil. To keep you firm until the floods elope. And silent we shall smile After the battle is done. 34 Hanghesa Rogers, Nambozo Phina and 32 others 19 Comments 43 Shares

Night entered the heart of day like a clocked thief His head Veiled with white to hide from the bright sun With his daughter darkness under the arm pits He disappeared gradually with pain, In his eyes I could sense Protest building and reprisal "I will come back" he said picking his way to the hiding place. Night entered the heart of day like a clocked thief His head Veiled with white to hide from the bright sun With his daughter darkness under the arm pits He disappeared gradually with pain, In his eyes I could sense Protest building and reprisal "I will come back" he said picking his way to the hiding place.

What Lingers of the lady i once new when did the words stop being the fragile fingers cling to her words? What changed those ideals and stole the innocence from those eyes What Lingers of the lady i once new when did the words stop being the fragile fingers cling to her words? What changed those ideals and stole the innocence from those eyes

Some where like a homeless child My heart is crying in the cold It is still raining outside am told And back to the blanket I fold My arms and legs on bed I pity the beggars on the streets Helter-skelter they run What happened to the ten point program at down? The truth is dark under our eyelids The birds are silent,there is no one to ask The senior beggars are harvesting bags As the Juniors carry rags People are furious The mood is serious And I am curious Why are there trenches at home? Is the one question I pose.

Tom  said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell But Tom is in pain You can see it on the pale face Pacing at the front page And only a tear can reveal How deep I feel for Tom He lost his dad at ten And all was lost at once Tom did not get the Muse The other kids get to read He sits alone near the house In which his father was put to rest Tom my friend is in pain That one can't bare again In case He or she experienced it once I will come back one day again To tell you about Tom my friend  Tom said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell

Write me off at your own risk At the wrist of your arm is A riffle tied as hate in the heart It is the reason you hurt When you see my twist Of the eye at her But she loves it Because she doesn't frown at my gist Hate talk you say! Try your luck my brother I will not bother Whether you flourish at the try Mine is to fly up in the sky Up the tree I will sit And wait for the branch to break Her own bosom knows where it lies It knows where it's comfort I'm glad it hurts You when you sight me With her at the road Yes she holds my hands But where were you? Where were you when she was hurting? At the time when she was depressed And that day when she needed you most But she still needs you She needs you to tell her your sorry She needs you to listen to her She needs to tell you what she feels She needs you.

Bruises Morning after night I try to shatter the poor life I live. Crawling on success's rough verandah. Only bruises on my knees I get. Though giving up is not my thing, I feel have reached the skyline of my efforts. Tired of the bruises that are turning Into cancerous wounds

  Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough to send me to wonderland. Inviting it provoked a blink into my pockets. The table at which they sat was a menu. It reflected love, disappointments, cheating,us forever,lust and a kiss as a dessert. I decided to order for cheating as my budget was a deficit. And home we rode as we ate our lunch. Didn't forget the desert though. Dimples Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough...

We are friends meant to fly together like doves Two souls tight with one thought At the same time a bond in mind We share the same food as swine Why would I leave you to cry And watch you try To struggle your dreams at noon I would rather be the moon at night And light your path through the dark I can't do it I promise Ours is a tight friendship sealed in a peel Which those deeds can't try to crack I will repeat again one more promise at once I can't do it We are friends meant to fly together  like doves Two souls tight with one thought At the same time a bond in mind We share the same food as swine Why would I leave you to cry And watch you try To struggle your dreams at noon I would rather be the moon at night And light your path through the dark I can't do it I promise Ours is a tight friendship sealed in a peel Which those deeds can't try to crack I will repeat again one more promise at once I can't do it

I need to drive and thrive in the  game of live sex So I can bare fruits as many as  puppies That can keep me alive and active at the backyard And help me mend the tongue  when it is loose As mangoes I want to fall like rain in the ripe season So that all the boobs can taste my sweetness Without difficulty, I want them to climb up the tree And shake off even the young ones Because I am generous I want them to enjoy the fruit That was made and meant For them, when they are hungry and thirsty It can cool the urge slowly but surely I need to drive and thrive in the game of live sex So I can bare fruits as many as puppies That can keep me alive and active at the backyard And help me mend the tongue when it is loose As mangoes I want to fall like rain in the ripe season So that all the boobs can taste my sweetness Without difficulty, I want them to climb up the tree And shake off even the young ones Because I am generous I want them to enj...

Your name a beautiful melody that plays to my heart. It keeps ringing on my mind like the waking bells of prep. Provoking my soul to act, and respond to the sensations of the beauty you hold. It sets my feelings ablaze and like a wild fire i creep. searching for the secret that you hide, in those eyes that sparkle like stars in the sky.

Why did you come? In my room yet you new you're a desert. An oasis so lazy to water the plant that I burried in your land. You, Why did you invite me at the party. Where food is served without a drink. And the hands are turned into forks. Corrupted to search for meat in the middle of the plate. And bribes to borrow the neighbours tap For the visitors to cure the thirst. Why did you come? In my room yet you new it was Albert, Who burnt the food at the fireplace. Why did you come? Why did you come?

How could you be so cruel like that, So unforgiving! Captivating me with your Vibrating bum. Trying to. Dig a hole in my feelings, Growing a deep wound in my heart. And all you can do is, Hurt,hurt,hurt. rubbing salt in it. Can not you be of a big heart one day, And add sugar to juice. So that we can share, a glass at least one night under the ray of the moon. In a place Where one can not trace.

Last night I heard the stars whisper your name to the sky while the fire flies buzzed at my windows. I am a fool in love with you blinded by you. By all of you.

It is clear On the earth's sphere That all people can spare What they stare At in through rear

My thought about you is a Creak that creeps over a mountain. I have an inclination of a touch to love, Though had to find, I will fight to the end.

What if I said? I want to be laid Into your eyes And hold you Like tears. Would you be able to carry me like eyebrows? Because I want to be the lashes on the skin of your eyes And cover your Iris while you sleep at night. What if I said? I want to be the leg Of your body, And be the toes to Support you when you walk. Would you make me the foot to balance your movements? Because I want to be the veins that run through the musles  of your leg. And transport blood to the tissues when your at rest. What if I said? I want to be your stomach And be the store of the food you eat. Would you make the pancrease juice to break down your proteins. Because I want to be the intestines in your stomach. And sumply carbohydrates to the veins.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding places.

The kitchen is my place. A serene locale for me to stay, I serenade with the perfumes it wears Together we dip the onions to feed the nose. The kitchen is a darling in bed, It caresses my tummy whenever I need. Cuddling through the gullet we pass, And down the stomach we make our love. The kitchen is my place. Be it lunch, supper or break. I depend on it like a parasite, Sucking it's gallery in stock. The kitchen is a real friend indeed. It wipes away the tears when you cry. And when the hunger beatings are severe, It is always ready to give me a massage.