love of ages

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brianmugere
love of ages
4 (80%) 1 vote

They were feelings of a heart, not fillings from your granny’s mat,
Yolan, a common village lad-everything you could hence beshrew- vintage,
A lad gifted with wanting, for his family never full, owned nothing.
But like a moon god, he was…
Rich in charm of body and wit, something you’d think handsome and smart.

An incomplete phrase was his life without Zeu, his gentle lady…
So glamorous and real, she was…
With her, nobility found its greatest match,
and beauty failed not to take its favorite shape…
So fair was her good luck star;
For though she possessed not a treasure of the world,
That of the heart she did, for none but a simple yet charming lad.
One who made her true and alive, HE that lived in her dreams…
Indeed so monumental, he was to her.

And there, for a first time in life,
she held tight to a hand that taut befalling of mercy.
To a chafed and murky soul that shone tacit misery on a day without her.
A life lived in a lie so that certainty is forgotten in all its mirth.
She held on to a heart interminably that loved her…
liberally; Securing their perpetual bond…a heart that gave though it had not.
She held on to secure a place of contentment,
Blooding a desire of her simple heart to acquire a compatible simple match.
But the logs that held in place this flakey terrain,
were but tides in this steadily unconsuming fire of romance.
The king was no ears to the unbefitting, common mannered mongrel, undeserving of the monarchy robes…
For the sight of Yolan, was but a sight of salty spring water diluting the thick taste of sweet wood honey-
The Brianzoo mornarchy!

But Zue considered not the interests of the monarch.
To her, Yolan was, but of sentimental value…
So she held tough on that that lived in the inside of her: Affection.
Ready to defy all forces,
for she had to face tomorrow with him.
Hhhaaaahhh!!! She loved by the book

Zeu treasured the difference, for in it her love sprang.
And so she stole away in the night of peace, to the royal river…
There she broke down and expressed her desire to chelerinah, the mother of royal maidens.
Chelerinah broke down in sobs-
she beheld a purity of affection.
“Run my daughter to the mother tree, there you’ll find Yolan fast asleep. Whisper a kiss on his forehead and he’ll rise fast again… Disappear for he won’t see noon of morrow!”
They flew to the unknown of the night to lands far away, they carried so far away…

With dust and perspiration, mingled together, that picked at strings and released inward emotion.
They gave way to tears and shivered with fears but held on to a love that had been tested by the world.
Astute looks into each other’s eyes,
strained and weary but with no regret.
It spelt right timing…a possession many a living dreamt of only.

Long after the biting winter, the king waiting for his daughter to no avail, sent a clique of knights to the kingdom, west of the grass valley stretch, to inquire of the wherewith of the princess.
But halfway the journey, by a cave, under the red tree…
There lay a wonder of what was left of the love:
Bones and skulls in one figure,
A fully intact, intimate embrace.
The princess still wore her royal fetish;
the lad his flute
and the very dress the princess had warn that knight, she lay covered in.
They lived and lived on…
They loved and loved on…
And in death, they would be together, than be deprived of each other

True love and more

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brianmugere
True love and more
5 (100%) 1 vote

Upon your sweetness my love,
Upon those sheepish eyes that light up to me,
Upon the wit incomprehensible,
Upon your kindness, you care, your tenderness that my ego,
Upon your love, in the truest and purest sense,
Do I pay my loyalty
Do I offer my love, whole package,
My care and mindfulness
My thought and the entirety of my heart…
Treat however and wherever,
Rule cross and through
For forever will I remain true,
To this treasure that has no name that you have showed me, offered to me!
I would call it care if that was rear.
I would call it love if it was but just love…
I would call it, let me see…
Damn I have no name for it!
For it’s worthier than worthiest,
Holier than holiest
And truer than truest!
I they asked me,
I would show them my heart…
How tender,
How content,
How peaceful
How happy and how joyous…
I would say,
That is just but a sign of what my princess,
Has given to me

Undreamable love

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brianmugere
Undreamable love
4.5 (90%) 2 votes

We lived and lasted
Our love burnt like the moon in a dark night
We fastened the laces that joined together our tender hearts.
We strolled to the river of fulfillment
And sailed on waters, through the not so calm currents of her
And see what we beget, Novic, our son; the gift of feelings, the fruit of love
I still recall that night, when you clenched your soft fingers onto my own…
Heaving and breathing as you pushed…
But even in that struggle, those dew tears that never were
Those groans that I never afore had heard,
You looked beautiful in my eyes

You and Me Forever
They had said,
The candle would soon burn out
But our love was, but not just a waxy candle
He burns and never burns out…
And now we count but ten and five together
And we have sailed on all weather,
But spring has out done all other.
We walk on freshly ground and behold, the green and violet willowy plain,
Your smile shines the same,
Bright like a new moon…
Your voice soft and forever re-assuring
I am dancing love to every beat.
And this love our love,
Has out lived all word, all ways and all formula known to man
For this indeed is but a cloud, the moon, the sun and sweet nectar
For only those I know to be them, forever.

Sunshine

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Sunshine
5 (100%) 3 votes

These days

The sunshine

Doesn’t feel warm

On our love any more.

Our love is like

A wilted flower.

The sunshine,

Instead of causing

It to bloom,

Is drying it.

The wilted petals

Don’t respond to

The sunshine

As they used to.

I remember

When in the brightness of

The sunshine

Our love bloomed

Cavorted

Strutted

In the gentle breeze

Of happiness.

All beautiful things

Become memories in my mind.

Clear pictures

Of blooming love in

The sunshine.

Recalled upon seeing

A wilted flower in

The sunshine.

For You by Punk

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Punk
For You by Punk
3 (60%) 1 vote

You probably wouldn’t understand me…

but right now I’m writing this poem for you and it feels silly…

maybe..maybe not you will or you won’t as simple as it can be…

you can probably see..that I’m in love with you…why?..its because you are really pretty…and your always by my side..

I know I’m not meant for you but you are meant for me…don’t you see…

im saying this words naturally…im doing this purposely

and when i hug you..your like a chubby cute bear and very cuddly

and  i know how much you like good times…that’s why i cherish the moments like my own dime

and right now I’m worried if your fine…hope that your not crying..

everytime i see you i always fall in love..girl your heaven sent from above…

i’ll die protecting you..cause  you  see the world in a different view

and all what im  saying now is true..cause girl i love you and i wrote this poem for you…