Ultimate Oath

The poets stand- Before the ocean; With lips remain closed- But brains are always open. In every breathe- Comes from the mouth; A word would always tread- Among weary hearts without a doubt. An ultimate weapon- An ink, a pen; To serve as a safest gun- To revive the dead again. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Ultimate Oath

Misguided Sleep

(Photo By: Eccedentesiast)   You’ll always be mine- Amidst darkness-a dream of pawn; When the daylight ascends- You would be gone by dawn. No matter how much force- To capture her like a sand; It leaks out just as her heart burrows- A touch will never be in your hands. No longer welcome- Either in front of porches or doors; It’s like a hope you’ve kept for yourself- That it’s not truly yours.   Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Misguided Sleep

God’s Valentine Oath

(Photo By: Jas Roldan)   God says that- You don’t have to wait, For someone who would fix your faith- That only two hearts grow into a promise Along the touch of a temporal kiss. God says that- The heaven above- Would rain an unconditional love; A surprising chills- That you deserve than anyone can ever feel. God says that- You won’t even dwell in sorrow- When storms could lean you among rainbows; Once the sun blooms until you shine- You’ll see the beauty of a true valentine. Because you’re a blessing for everyone to adore- That will always be … Continue reading God’s Valentine Oath

The night over the dimmest questions

(Photo By: Artematizando) The night precedes before your weariness Prevailing fireflies and wishes Upon the ceiling where the sparks conspire your corpse No condemnation comes between desire and hope Secrets has to be held forth for the solemn confession Because these are the vows were left unsaid Shadows are only singing the dire venture Risk could be taken in the midst of despair But faith can reap the gold in lightless moment You lean on the stars whispering, Is this the irony of a dream? Throwing in the touch of indulgence And this dream would only leave you a river … Continue reading The night over the dimmest questions