HollyIvanPoetry

My skull and the falling stars sing back and forth  the songs of magnets in heat The braids on my head miserably  call for attention "The Queen's pride are the  red lips hot under the sun" I here the neighbors  mumbling near the well The sun is furious with the  wordings on their unclogged lips And the moon smiles at the sun's jest. My skull and the falling  stars sing back and forth  the songs of magnets in heat The braids on my head miserably  call for attention "The Queen's pride are the  red lips hot under the sun" I here the neighbors mumbling  near the well The sun is furious with the  wordings on their unclogged lips And the moon smiles at the sun's jest.

Everyone warned me that you were fire That I'd get burnt They told me to run "See how she spits words" The way she dresses her pen upward down With no scare She is Frank as sun at noon Blank she will tell you I burn But they didn't realize I was ice And I needed you for warmth Inferno Everyone warned me that you were fire That I'd get burnt They told me to run "See how she spits words" The way she dresses her pen upward down With no scare She is Frank as sun at noon Blank she will tell you I burn But they didn't realize I was ice And I needed you for warmth

Your bitter sting leaves an infected  wound rotting from the inside The daily quarrels injure my feelings Leaving me bare with not a choice, But to look back not Once I step forward. You glom and snatch every opportunity When I try to set a fire free relationship When I try to get us out of the heating gloves You set fire ablaze; It burns burns my feelings It burns my efforts It burns my plans It burns everything I am tired; Tired of the unending excuses Tired of the flamming lips That creep,from nowhere And burn my toes Cutting off my moments all the time I try a step. Your bitter sting leaves an infected  wound rotting from the inside The daily quarrels injure my feelings Leaving me bare with not a choice, But to look back not Once I step forward. You glom and snatch every opportunity When I try to set a fire free relationship When I try to get us out of the heating gloves You set fire ablaze; It burns burns

n She was the one who always laughed but broke inside Her pain whirled through out the time they were two Pretended she was languor all the time Hiding the wound  that was roting day after night Lines of anger a tank of unbearable pain swung on her soul Like a bat whose brain is heavy to carry up straight She bowed to the rules of the house master In the bedroom she spread her heart wide open And all the secrets were revealed to him The one she shared the tender heart with Split it into six pieces But where was she to run A kraal was given to her parents So she served the plight of a girl to her family A voluntary prison of love Her smile soon faded And wrinkles grew slowly on her once smooth face Her forehead became a breeding place for sorrow And soon there came a bush emanating from despair The only passage to her heart was now the dark gullied lips That told a story of the past She was the one who always laughed but b

Of course if he wanted to escape he could do so,the prison was after all his own heart. Tom my friend is back at home crying  😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 .He says a sword was passed through his heart to stop him loving the girl of his dream  🛌 🛌 🛌 🛌 🛌 🛌 . He sits lonely under the tree wondering  🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔  how fast the wind moves. "It's swift" he mumbles to himself while shaking the head like a lizard in agreement of the long journey it has taken to climb the wall 😮 😮 😮 😮 . Tom met with Rita at high school in the olden days, their love was like a burning fire 🔥   🔥   🔥   🔥   🔥  in the forest. So wild that it spared not even a single disturbing grass. In this manner, his heart was impressed but put into cells where through the bars nothing other than Rita was vivid. He forgot all about his friends  👨‍👨‍👦 👨‍👨‍👦 👨‍👨‍👦  the companions of all time. And they too forgot all about him. Now Rita has transitioned and moved on to the other side of the lime light, w

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