Submissions by Lamjhnsn1 (FREe African King)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written for many years now. On and off. To the level of one who does write on and off. I always come back to this wonderful art form. Here, to grow, share and enjoy the artistry of others.
Moonflower
Moonflower, what became of your pride?
Why do I only see you now, after eventide?
You're just as primed, as the Marigold....
With just as many majestic yellows, to behold.
And you're every bit as worthy to be held,
With your dulcet fragrance, as yet marvelled.
Moonflower, robed in exquisite white....
Still, the best of you, lay drenched, in night....
Lies somewhere beneath the pale.
Hidden no more, would the sage moon prevail.
Moonflower, at my feet.
Self respect, in itself, is not conceit.
And to this lie,...
Why do I only see you now, after eventide?
You're just as primed, as the Marigold....
With just as many majestic yellows, to behold.
And you're every bit as worthy to be held,
With your dulcet fragrance, as yet marvelled.
Moonflower, robed in exquisite white....
Still, the best of you, lay drenched, in night....
Lies somewhere beneath the pale.
Hidden no more, would the sage moon prevail.
Moonflower, at my feet.
Self respect, in itself, is not conceit.
And to this lie,...
#admiration
#courage
#inspirational #motivational
#inspirational #motivational
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Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder, if the hands of fate,
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
#confusion
#dark
#emotions #love
#emotions #love
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Yesterday's Warmth
You're an idea whose time hasn't come.
Still from it, I've no place to run.
Shiny sparkles, that shine from here,
In reality, they are my tears.
You're an idea, whose time has come and gone.
Now I'm forever sad, & lonesome.
Yesterday's warmth, it went away.
When we parted ways, it simply would not stay.
Still from it, I've no place to run.
Shiny sparkles, that shine from here,
In reality, they are my tears.
You're an idea, whose time has come and gone.
Now I'm forever sad, & lonesome.
Yesterday's warmth, it went away.
When we parted ways, it simply would not stay.
#disappointment
#loneliness
#sadness
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Perpetual Heartbreak
A heart, that breaks, perpetually.
Always engaged in a solitary trust fall.
Hope begins to feel like jagged pavement, across the back.
The whole body, could just as well sever....
With fragments scattered, along this merry path.
Always engaged in a solitary trust fall.
Hope begins to feel like jagged pavement, across the back.
The whole body, could just as well sever....
With fragments scattered, along this merry path.
#dark
#despair
#frustration
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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You Arrest Me (Poetess)
Cradled within your verse;
With every line you breathe, the deeper, I submerse.
That I be a subject of your rhyme,
Makes me a king, in our time.
You arrest me, poetess.
You write me, with emboldened letter,
No one could love this pauper any better.
That you draw me with such esteem;
Even that our affair, be a theme
You arrest me, poetess.
Your lyrical note, though not deserved,
Will in all the years rest, through time, preserved
That I be in your thought, is tribute in itself.
You who owns the heights, lift me...
With every line you breathe, the deeper, I submerse.
That I be a subject of your rhyme,
Makes me a king, in our time.
You arrest me, poetess.
You write me, with emboldened letter,
No one could love this pauper any better.
That you draw me with such esteem;
Even that our affair, be a theme
You arrest me, poetess.
Your lyrical note, though not deserved,
Will in all the years rest, through time, preserved
That I be in your thought, is tribute in itself.
You who owns the heights, lift me...
#admiration
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It Must Be
How do my hours go, within a flash?
How are victories before you, merely a dash?
It must be your voice, that carries me away, on your dream....
Your blinding smile, that doubles as my sun beam.....
How does a second suffocate me, in finding you're not there?
How is it, that you're a minute, a moment & my air?
It must be that my lungs, are in your devine clutches....
That my very existence, relies alone, on your indelible touches.
How are victories before you, merely a dash?
It must be your voice, that carries me away, on your dream....
Your blinding smile, that doubles as my sun beam.....
How does a second suffocate me, in finding you're not there?
How is it, that you're a minute, a moment & my air?
It must be that my lungs, are in your devine clutches....
That my very existence, relies alone, on your indelible touches.
#love
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6:31 a.m.
You're my sun rise.
My 6:31 am.
You're my open eyes.
Not just a single minute, but you're every one of them.
You are my day break.
The coffee, in my cup.
You're my, "I'm glad I'm awake".
The reason, that I get up.
You're my rising prayer.
The Who, I'm thankful for.
You're my blanket's warmest layer.
You're the everything after, when there was nothing before.
My 6:31 am.
You're my open eyes.
Not just a single minute, but you're every one of them.
You are my day break.
The coffee, in my cup.
You're my, "I'm glad I'm awake".
The reason, that I get up.
You're my rising prayer.
The Who, I'm thankful for.
You're my blanket's warmest layer.
You're the everything after, when there was nothing before.
#happiness
#love
#motivational
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Nothing More To Say To You
Sometimes, I talk too much.
I did that once, & then we lost touch .
Sometimes, it's what we say,
That gets in the way.
I'm trying to do better,
Not put all my efforts into a letter.
I have nothing more to say to you,
Than I love you, I love you.
Sometimes, I'm a fool,
Holding you to some made up rule.
Sometimes silence, says it all.
Not always a reason, for me to call.
Though trying too hard,
I guess, has always been my calling card.
I have nothing more to say to you, ...
I did that once, & then we lost touch .
Sometimes, it's what we say,
That gets in the way.
I'm trying to do better,
Not put all my efforts into a letter.
I have nothing more to say to you,
Than I love you, I love you.
Sometimes, I'm a fool,
Holding you to some made up rule.
Sometimes silence, says it all.
Not always a reason, for me to call.
Though trying too hard,
I guess, has always been my calling card.
I have nothing more to say to you, ...
#love
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Maybe In Heaven
I never held your hand, in our storied romance.
Life took you away, before I had that chance.
Maybe in the year 2057.
If not then, then maybe in Heaven.
I never got to kiss, & wish you good night;
Or watched God above you, be your guiding light.
Maybe at once, The Lord's will, & every clock strikes at 7.
If not then, then maybe in Heaven.
I never really made your heart, my own.
Rather nursed my broken one, on nights alone.
Maybe on an appointed day, God will hear my prayer, Micah 7:7.
If not then, then maybe...
Life took you away, before I had that chance.
Maybe in the year 2057.
If not then, then maybe in Heaven.
I never got to kiss, & wish you good night;
Or watched God above you, be your guiding light.
Maybe at once, The Lord's will, & every clock strikes at 7.
If not then, then maybe in Heaven.
I never really made your heart, my own.
Rather nursed my broken one, on nights alone.
Maybe on an appointed day, God will hear my prayer, Micah 7:7.
If not then, then maybe...
#dreams
#happiness
#hope
#relationships
#romantic
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My First Love
The one who cared to any degree.
The one to set my burden free.
You were the first, to show myself to me.
My first love, you will always be.
All the water, may vanish from the sea.
The rain, & clouds may no longer agree.
Father time, might leave Mother Nature, absentee.
But my first love, you will always be.
Our paths forward, might disagree.
Past circumstances, we couldn't foresee.
One thing though, I guarantee,
My first love, you will always be.
The one to set my burden free.
You were the first, to show myself to me.
My first love, you will always be.
All the water, may vanish from the sea.
The rain, & clouds may no longer agree.
Father time, might leave Mother Nature, absentee.
But my first love, you will always be.
Our paths forward, might disagree.
Past circumstances, we couldn't foresee.
One thing though, I guarantee,
My first love, you will always be.
#FirstLove
#gratitude
#kindness
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i Had Forgotten
I had forgotten, how imperfect I could be around you.
How frail, & broken I could be.
I had forgotten, how you'd raise those flawed pieces, & simply say that it was ok.
Not that I was right, or wrong.
But you reassured, me, I was ok.
Sometimes, some of us, are in terrible need of that reminder.
How frail, & broken I could be.
I had forgotten, how you'd raise those flawed pieces, & simply say that it was ok.
Not that I was right, or wrong.
But you reassured, me, I was ok.
Sometimes, some of us, are in terrible need of that reminder.
#admiration
#emotions
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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Rekindling
Time drifts quickly,
Issuing desperation into the void.
A besom's stirring memory,
Ascends to the fore.
Reflection, stokes a flame,
That sparked long ago.
Yours, is a prod, that could ignite;
A flicker, that might engulf, into burning.
Do you recall?
Or is it mere imagination,
What almost was?
It's something I relive,
When warm winds, only arouse memories.
Memories, that invoke you,
& that cause me to think about rekindling, an old ember.
Issuing desperation into the void.
A besom's stirring memory,
Ascends to the fore.
Reflection, stokes a flame,
That sparked long ago.
Yours, is a prod, that could ignite;
A flicker, that might engulf, into burning.
Do you recall?
Or is it mere imagination,
What almost was?
It's something I relive,
When warm winds, only arouse memories.
Memories, that invoke you,
& that cause me to think about rekindling, an old ember.
#aging
#disappointment
#marriage
#romantic
#UnrequitedLove
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