Poetry…in Motion
You hit me the hardest, wounded deeply
Break my soul and destroy my spirit
Crushed me down and left me bleeding
Why do you love me so much?
And treat me so damn kind?
Yet, breaks my being
Tear me apart?
Why do i
Love you
Still?
Up unto the sky
Beyond life and even time
My treasure is you.
Over the night light
On the far side forever
My fondness is you.
And in afterlife
Farther than eternity
My passion is you.
I have been following the blog of DavyD “inside the mind of DavyD” for a little while now. I used to write long narrative verses. I seldom write short poems and verses, until i discovered his works. He writes brilliant and amazing short poems and verses most especially when he’d accompany it with an equally stunning photograph or computer generated images. And just then that i thought i could try it myself too. This afternoon, on the way home i took this stunning photograph and wrote a triple haiku alongside as my expression of my eternal devotion to my beloved and of course as inspired by Davy’s beautiful short verses.
I have been writing short poems for a while now. I enjoyed the most my haikus which actually lead to a wonderful haiku collaboration with the talented Rose of the Poet Rummager.
So here’s for Davy https://davydblog.com and Rose https://poetrummager.com for inspiring me to try on short poems.
And just when all the
beginnings
has to end
even the best ones.
And how one faces
it with a smile,
when all you’ve ever
wanted is forever?
And there you start
anew, despite
of not wanting
to let go.
And then oblivion
comes; forever
is again, yet
another word….
Between here and there
When it hurt
It hurt so bad.
So bad i can’t cry
I am numbed.
Till it shuttered
I died.
The pain goes in forgetting;
The meaning of hurting.
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Hearstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 18 Prompt: Meaning by Gavin DeGraw
A cartoon version of Khalisi and Khal Drogo of Game of Thrones created by my 14 year old daughter.
A hundred folded colors
Rocking around in chorus
A thousand milestones
Swarming around in tones
Mine, yours, ours
Never theirs
But you leave it hanging there..
Strange thing inside,
Creeping through outside.
Inexplicably bizarre,
Truly peculiar.
Yearning to cry,
Wanting to try.
Humbly keeping,
Patiently crawling.
Sentiment so pure,
Believing so sure.
Beautifully affectionate,
Tenderly passionate.
Moment so magical,
Amazing yet sensational.
Wonderfully screaming,
Perfectly loving.
Wanting, trying, believing, loving.
