Poetry – Page 2 – A word, a phrase, a poem. The art of Art

Turn up

Stuck in the muckTurns out to be quite a smackEven if you’re driving a Mark With Mark having a snack.Might have you dwell in a shack,Entitle you a shuckUnless you track your path,Buldoze as a truck,Attack as a shark,Don’t crack neither chuckUntil eventually you out as a hunk.Just being frank in this stack.@Daabris

You know Who….

I use combined phrases,To frame the face,Of Him who need not make a statement,To prove His utter is more than a judge’s sentence.I use words to show a One,Who needs no wand,To prove that this wan world,Will as well be a wad.Whilst men mend their menace,His essence is the effulgence of His presence.Allow it toContinue reading “You know Who….”

Uuuf

They make it seem to have been so longBut it’s me they long forSo why not tag alongMake a stride, a furlongYeah, a pounce such as Tailon’sIt’s not necessarily a bounce backBut an ounce at once Is my ans…..ssstrainNot like I train for thisJust train-thoughts down My brains terrain.Thus the restraint After painting what canContinue reading “Uuuf”

It’s about you

Opened my eyes, to wonderAbout when things go underOr rather asunderThese things do come like thunderAnd we always run looking for a plumberYet it’s we that plunderDespite our bellies desiring us to be plantersI suppose you can’t do that with your PradaYeah, I heard them shout….boy wonderBut shouldn’t you already be a father?Blunder….that’s the blinder.@Daabris.

Broken chains

The dreaded chainsAlong with its burgage, painsTrying to make a burgainYet all it brings are wailsLike a nail driven to the nailsYes, see how it drains when it reignsOunce after ounce like rainsSuch small bits I’d call ’em grainsCoz yes it leaves stainsAnd labels disdainFor them that even think to be ordainedGruesome, is its nameContinue reading “Broken chains”

….

Scattered beneath the shutter is a shattered soulIt mutters not to give up the butter(the smeared facade)‘ve got to be smarter, to show you it never mattersEvery tutter eventually gets fatter‘ll titter just to make you teeterCoz to go yonder, you’ve gotta ponder.What makes them patter?The desire to see a latter on their platter.Behold aContinue reading “….”

Knowledge is power

I am a tell, a trail of talesBorn from how to spellTorn on why I dwellYet on and on I swellÀnd now I am a wellSworn to one day sellAs vast as does a bellTo reach the unwellTo catch those that fellNow that’s my intentA tent free of tormentFor I’m sent to show you rest.@Daabris.

Balance

Behind every tide is a side that just won’t abideTied to each other, each dyed with the otherAnd yeah…could render one as having died.A blind ordeal to those with no binding ideals.To aid one with such trait could have you a maid,(Just to avoid hailing you a druid)Of fluid yet like a squid coz likeContinue reading “Balance”

Boy do I wonder…..

Boy do I wonderApparently life can be defined as either linear or curvaceousDon’t, just don’t!!So, age is counted as in a number line yet time is ∞Ironical much…the same flatline in a hospital, is lifelessThe circle or cycle of life they say.The world seems flat yet it’s a sphereWith my face I observe the surfaceContinue reading “Boy do I wonder…..”

Pace up

I see you, yes youThe real, the idealYou’re a great dealAnd like in a meal Many seals you’ve madeWill you wield that as your will?Yielding to the drill?Or rather twist the leaf,See the dew, the representation of new?Known dawn down the mawn lawn. Yes it’s an errorBut even eras come to an endWhat matters isContinue reading “Pace up”