My Best Two Poems What Took Two Hours Each To Write
Wrote this poem about freinds and how i see freindship
Friends: the memories of the past
Friends turned unknown, Form abandoned sides
Forever changing world explored, ageing over time
Grown into old, still togetherness existed in mind
An experienced past dreamt, peaceful thought repeated
Memories unfolded, drained happiness once foretold
Danced by riversides, golden fields explored, knee high grass
Brushed against skins, absorbed summers air breathed in.
Preyed on souls, laid bounded, grass tangled flesh
Sprinkled dust, thickened air, sounded alert
Footstep soon heard crushed particles to soiled earth.
The game, Hide and seek, a childhood joy
Wondering hands, scratched skin, Blooded bladed grass
Touched lump, hidden away, covered in blankets
Made of nature, brought to life by a child’s mind.
Awoken wide-eyed, memory emptied away
Sweat covered face, lasted evidence, dried
Dreamt world died a forever-ended game.
Past life vanished, present day remains
Death of childhood friends, reconnected
Thoughts cry tears, the grief submerged.
Closed eyed body, Drowned By Flooded memories
Rots to dusted air, at last set free from this earth
Swarmed essence, breezed to heavens gate.
Wrote this to say this is what a poet can do if he wanted
If I Were A Poet
If I were a poet, written thoughts of you
Flowed from pen, red blood ink touched paper
Worlds burst upon pages imaginary delusions.
Wing-breasted angels, downwards looking heavenly eyes
Locked on two shadowy figures, exposed darkness broke
Moonlight attacked cover, rose crumpled brushes
A soiled ground discovered, a night a passion uncovered.
Illusion Dreamt faded, Tears smudge inked pages
World of fantasy written, thoughts of you not spoken
False memory opened, drained dry of all emotion.
Affect mind, infected diseased feverish thoughts of you
Worsened by days, till the point I break, tears emptied
Moment heart Awoken to lies, stopped loving you
Broken prison scattered parts, corroded fever ended
Breathed air, flowed through veins, freedom spoken
Memories deleted, erased, emptied thoughts of you
Dust held in hands, a last goodbye spoken, image
Flickered memorises released, one last grasp at dreams
Only dreams held me, There stayed by my side
You’d make me smile now saddened face
But dreamt lies, don’t hold real you
No taste of lips, no real skin exists
All I touched, dust that drained through grip
The place I dreamt and lost
Wondered if you dreamt a place
Where my fake self walked
And made passionate love under covered dark
The ink flowed dried, the false memory ended
Piled up pens, littered desk, Each contained a memory from mind
And if I could of spared, a pen, Id write that memory over again…
