Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?
She's  beautiful  in her own way,
She  smiles  even when she's having a bad day,
She can be  delicate  but she's still   strong ,
She's not  proud ,she admits her wrong,
Words don't bring her down,
She knows noone is worth turning her smile into a frown,
She doesn't look down on others,
She feels how it would be like to be one of their mothers,
She speaks her  mind ,
She believes in it there's wisdom someone could find.
She's a  hardworker ,
And she wouldn't ever want to be a heartbreaker,

But a heart mender she would be.
She can pray..
She's a woman,a great one.
I'm not tryna set standards for the "ideal woman" nuh,its just my thoughts from my observations.
 Nov 2018
Star BG
As I romp in hallways of a human body,
my time is limited before
I return to road of universe.

I partake in tasty treats to digest with smiles.
Swim in waters of emotions that wash old wounds.
Meet friends and foe to teach compassion.
Fly in dancing steps gracefully
and sing like birds to echo against ear walls.

As I move I slowly put pieces together
to understand who I am.
Recalling my purpose and divinity.
Spreading on life’s canvas as artist with paint of love.
Resting to smell the rose perfumes in air of wind.
And find doorways into heart,
where no ego lingers.

Yes as I romp. I connect
in tears that lead to rainbow thoughts.
Dreams that give abundance of breath.
Gratitude that vibrates in cells delicately.
See animals that mirror dedication
And move in playground
where God’s presence is everywhere.

Oh! what a gift journey
to gather memories inside
many a trial and tribulations.

Oh what grand humanoid experience
to process and bring back to soul.
Saw word romp and  after connecting to my poet wizard guide...a poem was born
It is impossible to give what you do not have,
Therefore,if you do not have love. You can not love,
If you do not love yourself,you can not love another.
Introversion is not a disease,
Please don't pity me when you find me sitting on my own.
Believe me when I say i'm happy on my own,
I appreciate your company but I love more time with me.
I've spent less time with myself and I realised it did me no good.
Do not feel bad for me,
Introversion is not a disease..
 Oct 2018
Cecil Miller
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.

Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...

You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.

I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
I just felt like scribing a wedding song. I do my most prolific writing in early morning. This was completeled in one drafting.
 Oct 2018
Cecil Miller
You've got a lot to learn now, honey.
You ought to take it slow,
But please don't take forever, honey.
We've got a ways to go
Here on this road to nowhere, honey,
And nothing in between.
Maybe we'll last forever, honey,
Unless we're too obscene.

Timewise, I don't have much too spare
On property, that's not my fare.
Little bits of lost lives; stolen,
Given to the egos; swollen.
I understand security,
I'm my arms, secure you'd be.

Maybe you don't need protection, honey.
But, still, it could be nice to know.
I'd lay my coat down for you, honey,
To bridge the puddles in the road.
Whenever we are elemental, honey,
I'd shield you from the chilly wind.
And raise the walls and ceilings, honey,
To build the house of fire again.

We could sail the oceans blue,
Or a rapid river in a canoe.
Sacred are the hearts of two
Who syncronise the avenue.
I can fix when you have need,
And you can fit my heart, indeed.

The letter of the risen law, honey,
Cannot dam the rushing flood
Of power you have over me, honey
I'm feeling mighty good.
Don't take advantage, honey.
Don't pass a good thing by.
We got some synergy, honey.
All good things will come in time.

Only if we hesitate,
There is a time when love is late.
Maybe love might come again.
Maybe no heart ever wins.
Maybe hearts in hand will soar.
Lesson one: I love *******.
I started writing these verses to a rhythm in my head. I haven't set it to music, yet. I hear it as a moderate pace in the longer verses, and a warbling, pooring like honey in the shorter verses. (Hence, the title Honey)
.....
.................
.........................................­..
...............................................
..............­.....................................
...........................­............................
....................................­...............
...............................................
.­..........................................
..................
...­..
.
.
.
.
I couldn't capture them myself.
Its words cut through flesh,
They go straight to the heart..
They sink in the mind,they linger in there and forever they stay.
They resound like an echo,
And like nightmares,they scream.
Therefore,use your tongue wisely.
Next page