Abstract Poems (471)

Tearing off my fake skin.

only because i want be accepted by society again.

thinking that no one wanted me around anymore.So i ran as

i did before not really realizing the people i left that i adored

and i was often putting myself down and frown upon even mentaly Scourn.

most people never accepted me for me.but for what they wanted to see.

and i more so looked into negativity. I couldn't accept who i wanted to be

so i pretended to be something i wasnt 'but is that truely a crime.

wanting to just be like someone else at any giving time.

my sin that i committed that i only wanted to be cool like the rest.

but instead i played the part for the fool at best.

i wasn't judged by the color of my skin but i was misplaced

from deep within, but when indeed the facts are.

for some reason i just never quite fit in.

and i was told i had the best of both worlds being white and black.

and i didn't know how to really carry myself nor act. So i lived in shame

just because i wanted a little bit fame.So i should have been proud

of who i was as a person. but in actuality never had my own personality.

i just wanted to be heard. but in reality i was just a nerd.

I find myself once again for it wasn't acceptence from finding friends

or female companionship to share that love that was always there

but instead it was the Lord Jessus Christ my saviour that cared and at the age of 33

im truly free of my depression and i know i will never seek this

negative Obsession. people always ask me why do i look in my past.

its just because i didn't wanna give up. with out being given a second chance.

so im going to no longer hide and rip off my fake disguise stand up with alot of pride.

and im going to fight for what i beleave in my inner spritiual side

so thank you heavenly father for showering down with your beautful grace

for i'am truely blessed with your powerful embrace.

When only the wind blows...
Hard do the chimes ring
When only the cold froze...
Silence do the birds sing
When only the frost grows...
On glass ‘round its fringe
When only the time goes...
Sharpened by a bell’s ting
When only the embers glow...
Warm as home fires bring
When only hearts know...
Comfort found and cling
When only love prepose...
For all hopes take a wing
When only peace repose...
Great as a gentle king

I came alone, i have walked tall through pain and hurt and now i am stronger. I live for me i live for the sun on skin my dark skin, i am a child of Africa with strenght to walk in desert and hope for my home and my people we are beautiful we are shaped in all sizes with the glory of God shining within. The world is beautiful we are beautiful no amount of hurt can break you unless you allow it. My beauty is not external but inside i am happy with my large hips my big chest my full legs and my honest heart i am thankful to apart of the great human race.

soul of colored houses
hearts on broken ships
friendship a shelters storm
the rays of light show again

for the gates of heaven
were only a passing cloud

The shadow of your past lingers on
Like a soft petal of a rose
Frozen in your memory
Alas she found you, called out
And those frozen moments of time come alive

Unfurled, like a dream that shook you
In the wake of dawn
And like a dew that moistened the ground, her lips aching for you to drench,
Harvest it's glorious sweetness only you can, ,,trigger that pleasure she sorely miss in your absence.

Oblivion took reign of your existence
For a while nothing exists between you and her
And why not, she only left you temporarily
She told you, once her wings are full of silver and gold,
Like an eagle she will fly back to you
She promised

Now her future filled with the security of
What money can buy, alas she's back
If only to taste you one more time.

Perhaps even for a lifetime.

Don't worry about me, I surely understand.
I just knew it is just a matter of moments.

And so it is. I'm free and that's all that matters.

Good luck.

And yes, I have no regrets.

I can only thank you for the memories.

poems in silence
sparse as winter branches
leaving a few disheveled words
without a script

The rhythm of life
mirrors those famous daffodils
swaying to the tune of the wind.
Bending without breaking.
Needing only the sun and breeze.

Homo sapiens, a different breed.
Forever wanting this and that.
Having through time
developed an overwhelming greed.
Grey no trace of soft yellows.

All will sadly end one day.
Not so the yellow daffodils.
The fields will be full
with their gentle rhythms,
the swaying of golden heads
in the breeze of life.

Time's run out I here you shout, he goes so very fast
Before you know what the future holds, whoosh he's gone he's passed
I point..."There's precious time, there he goes, he's just passed us by"
That's time alright I hear you cry, for no man does he wait
You have to give him credit though he's never ever late.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017

Long golden hair hung down to her waist, such Beauty I have never seen.
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.

Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017

Your wit and brilliance
Your sense of humor unhinged
You made us all laughed, cried
And even dance

Now you're gone
This place mourning in your absence
Could it be that there's a chance
You'll be back
Even just for a glance?

I know you knew we loved you
Adored and even venerated you
As a friend, brother, and perhaps
Even as a lover

Please remember you'll always be
In our hearts
You're not far away
Your writes, your lines
Will forever grace this place

We will always be near you.

We love you Cafe.

May you forever rest in peace.