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Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Felicity in Love

Felicity of love is a poem that talks about love in its totality... The poet persona uses strong figurative terms to till the stanzas... The poet persona makes us know that love should not be created by lust but should come naturally and independently... Many information are well strengthened in the poem, all you have to do is calm amd read then feel the felicity in love than ever 💙🤞

DOG (He is not dishonest)

Dog is not dishonest.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

Bed of roses

medium: oil on canvas size: 3 by 4ft

cyber

futuristic

Dark tree picture.For black and white lovers.

A picture of click small tree and add a black effect on this picture.

Nature lovers

Like to photography and vediography of the beauty of nature..

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

I Better Take My Leave

It's a sad story to be left alone in this world despite your effort to be a better person. This poem is full of emotion that I can't just live with.

Not That Weird

Is it weird that your eyes Bring light when my heart starts kissing the darkness? Is it weird that my heart, Loses its rhythm when your hot breath lands on my neck? Is it weird that my lower body Moves in a rhythm when your fingertips cross my thoracic cavity? Is it weird that my oxytocin flies high, When you let my nose smell your lips, reminding me of how wild you are? Is it weird that your hands' sluggish movements on my naked body Bring French songs into my brain, not leaving my heart unmelt

Friendship trgedy

At that time I was in college and had spent almost my till that time quite unsolicited so I had no sense that what's true friendship is like or what love feels like. At that time I started talking with a boy on social media (Instagram) he was 6 months younger then me. He was sweet and very ambitious guy. He made me forget about my sorrows whenever I talked to him, at that time both of us were going to turn 18. During that time my sister got divorced and all of my family was greing by their self

A Bleeding Lover

Title: A Bleeding Love At the kiss of a pale black occurrence That couldn't compare to his daily eclipse He let not my hand tremble even for once For he was a "PawPaw' in our kingdom; A flame of hope to his inamorata. To be a big umbrella during the storms He'd sing Psquare's "Forever" with clarity Knowing that he meant every single word, I knew I was a queen in his kingdom Though he was a casualty that I didn't notice. On his back that the spears had raped, The piggyback was a gaiety booster. H

Lovers

My life is like a forgotten memory bittersweet on the rarest of days Your arms steel bound;they draw me close Crumpled like dried up twigs my legs fail me Who shall I call when I can no longer find succour in you I thread this treachery, some call it love Others a ruined affair Passion unchecked blackens the heart and turns filth to gold Slowly your tight hold weakens Within me my feet suddenly gain strength Your arms were not power; they were a riddle

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

Dogs curled up in the cold

Dogs curled up in the cold