GIYAZZ:
A self-consoling poem I guess.

tohpahz:
Do i do this, do i do that
Should i give up without a fight
Better than suffering it is
Although i told him,i was his

Stay,a little voice says
He's still your bae ,
You can't cope with his ways
Day after day..

Optimistic or realistic
I tried making this artistic,
But the pain knows none of that
Love itself is confusion of the heart..

#tohpahz..

tohpahz:


Lol.i honestly don't know What it is

tohpahz:
Do i do this, do i do that
Should i give up without a fight
Better than suffering it is
Although i told him,i was his

Stay,a little voice says
He's still your bae ,
You can't cope with his ways
Day after day..

Optimistic or realistic
I tried making this artistic,
But the pain knows none of that
Love itself is confusion of the heart..

#tohpahz..

tunnamania11:

laykorn:


Nights will lengthen and days will be crippled, and for every time that these waves are rippled,
I'll look back on all the hugs and sweet words,
after a befitting funeral to these love buds.

Nice poem, tophaz. The simplicity is charming.

GIYAZZ:
Hmmm. . . One could guess you're passing through a relationship trouble. Is it?

tohpahz:

Kilode!!

I don't even know

SleekyP:

tohpahz:
Do i do this, do i do that
Should i give up without a fight
Better than suffering it is
Although i told him,i was his

Stay,a little voice says
He's still your bae ,
You can't cope with his ways
Day after day..

Optimistic or realistic
I tried making this artistic,
But the pain knows none of that
Love itself is confusion of the heart..

#tohpahz..

laykorn:


Nights will lengthen and days will be crippled, and for every time that these waves are rippled,
I'll look back on all the hugs and sweet words,
after a befitting funeral to these love buds.

Nice poem, tophaz. The simplicity is charming.

I'll never allow someone like you be friends with my girlfriend.

tohpahz:


Something of that sort..

tohpahz:


Something of that sort..

AgapeCharis:
I'll never allow someone like you be friends with my girlfriend.

laykorn:



What I do?

With that poetic skill you've got, you wouldn't even know her not to talk of been friends with her.


It's not insecurity, it's wisdom.

tohpahz:
Do i do this, do i do that
Should i give up without a fight
Better than suffering it is
Although i told him,i was his

Stay,a little voice says
He's still your bae ,
You can't cope with his ways
Day after day..

Optimistic or realistic
I tried making this artistic,
But the pain knows none of that
Love itself is confusion of the heart..

#tohpahz..

AgapeCharis:
With that poetic skill you've got, you wouldn't even know her not to talk of been friends with her.


It's not insecurity, it's wisdom.

laykorn:






What Nigerian girl cares about poetry these days? Poetry koor...... Prose ni


Na money sure pass, my brother!

Friends with benefit don't spend a dime!
It's better to be safer.

laykorn:






What Nigerian girl cares about poetry these days? Poetry koor...... Prose ni


Na money sure pass, my brother!

Krystalxxx:


Laykorn


I care about poetry.

laykorn:


Really?

Here we go.......

As I lay my head
upon your lap
I'm able
to see the carefree clouds
drifting high above
in the light blue sky
while the swans are swimming
in the lake nearby

Summer breeze is wafting
gently
your faint fragrance
onto my body
and blowing
your soft long hair
all over my face

I feel like I'm dreaming
and I'm willing
to dream my life away
this way
to lie here
for a thousand years
and more,
to let your tender green hands
touch me,
and cover me
with layers and layers
of your loving leaves,
till one day,
of you I'm a part.
Till death, do we never part!

Are you dead yet, baby

Krystalxxx:



I'm going to show you now

Did you hear of the riddle
Is love, death or death love?
If thy ode followeth not the fiddle
From your nostrils the blood must dribble

As death sinks it's fangs
Into the fair neck of life
Dost love not do the same
On the chest of sweet, pure innocence?

The dance of death
Is a dance for eternity
The dance of love
Is a dance of cursed unity

Unexpected death comes!
And so does the vampire master love
The two share the same favourite color
Red is love, and red is blood

At the moment of the full moon
You must submit to my boon
Solve the riddle or be cursed
Or your vial of time may be bursted

Watch my sardonic smile
As I sit on the throne of life
Is love death or death love?
I watch as your confusion devours you

laykorn:


What!

I suck at freestyle poetry but leggo

Don't go about solving love riddles..... For This is you......

The images hung in mid-air
; frozen
suspended
stuck somewhere between thought and
execution
like a treasured landscape from eons long
past and thought forgotten

Flashing in glimpses, sparking your neurons
and for a brief moment you feel the laughter
brim
in that harbor that was once your heart,
love abounds
and you are there, as time stops
on days like these when whispers remember
daffodils scream and butterflies curse...



And after 'saving you; this is us......

next to the burning ocean
there was
you,

like a golden umbra
intoxicating
mesmerizing
a mortal soul like me

salty sea breezes played with our tongues
as our minds wandered below cinnamon waves
grasping one last vestige as we held out hope
this resuscitation would be something more
than lips to flesh
silk to felt

meet me in the hydrosphere
we will make our way there
sharing quintessence
having lasted for days and weeks and months
is this our epiphany
or do we need more...

Marry me, so we can do these freestyles back and forth everyday.

donbenedict:
Tohpahz

tohpahz:


Cutehector

tohpahz: