Author: Marilyn O
Poetry
Sleepless
Keeping late nights,
Trying to find sleep on my own
Tossing from one end of the bed to the other,
Eyes as dry as that of an owl.
Not a trouble, not a worry,
Up because of a muse within
Pressing me up and wanting to spill,
Hence shaking every bit of me.
As I keep glancing at my table in the corner,
I see my sheets anxiously calling.
My pens jingle and smile at me,
Anxiously waiting to pen the feeling down.
Can't find rest until I cooperate.
The consequence when I refuse writing
It keeps me awake and seizes my peace,
Till I write it out, then can I sleep.
...My Lady
Tell me what you wish for,
all I need is what you need.
Whenever you need succour,
I'll gladly yield myself to help.
Your smile disseminates rays of hope,
I can hardly look away from it.
With you I know I can cope,
cos our connection is gainly fit.
Whenever your hand holds mine,
I bounce forth and bubble.
My being rejoices because you are mine,
thus no one can make me grumble.
Though the crowd makes me fret,
your presence gives me strength.
You embody many precious things,
I'm glad I found you out quick.
...Goodbye Anger
You came along with your bags,
All arranged and looking neat.
To find a place for a vacation,
To spend quality time within.
To your surprise, the door was shut.
No one welcomed you like before.
You questioned yourself countlessly
And tried knocking even harder.
All your efforts left no reward.
The bloody deal had finally ended.
There's no more room for you in there,
Embrace your shame and take your leave.
The damage you caused was terrific.
Never again will you get that chance
So carry your bags and cease knocking.
You're not welcome here, never again.
...Sunset and Feelings
A wide plain covered with setting rays
Warm scented air blowing through the aisle
Tweeting sounds I hear from the birds;
Sweetens my heart and melts all worries
Capturing every moment results in a hypnosis
Suddenly my eyelids kiss each other
My chest raises and slowly lowers,
Breathing that makes me feel sky-high
The trees dance to the rhythm of the wind
I gladly join the moment in my mind
A smile graciously falls without effort:
Enchantment by nature is absolutely gay.
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