POETRY: DON’T HOLD ME By TaekPoet

DON’T HOLD ME

’cause I am falling back down,
your fake feelings, they still follow me around
only to find my heart in ‘lost & found.’

don’t hold me
even if I’ll hit the ground.
with you was a waste
as your love was fading fast.

don’t hold me back,
having my heart in your hands
is to have it in misery.

© TaekPoet

®2020

FRIDAY RUSH DUET POETRY TITLED: UNKNOWN By Jasef

FRIDAY RUSH DUET POETRY

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Those smiles when others hug,
The messages in my eyes when you handed the mug,
Our eyes locked, I almost fell.
You are mine i could tell.

••••••••••••

To live, to die,
To laugh, to cry
As I close my eyes,
You and your lies cloud my thoughts.

••••••••••••

I kept those words in my head,
Those letters on my face, you should have read.
But today,
I find you in the arms of Tunde.

••••••••••••

I lost love
In deep shadows,
My heart; one empty hole.

© JOSEPH JASEF
© TAEKPOET
®2019

FRIDAY RUSH DUET POETRY TOMORROW, NO MORE By Joseph Jasef & TaekPoet

FRIDAY RUSH DUET POETRY

TOMORROW, NO MORE

Sunrise, Sunset,
Some rise, Some set.
Today becoming Yesterday.
Some young, Some grey,
Today we tour,
Tomorrow no more.

_________________

Dreams stolen and beaten by life,
We strive but life stabs us with a knife,
No one watches us walk away
But we’ll be gone anyway
Because we’re leaving tomorrow
As we’ll tour our life’s no more.

_________________

The strength In our vein,
Our struggles, the vains.
We dream, we chase,
We cry for those failure days.
Today we war,
Tomorrow no more.

_________________

Will tomorrow bring back our pains
And leave scars in places?
We feel tomorrow has many faces
Tomorrow might borrow the morrow
As life puts us in sorrow
And we’re leaving tomorrow.

©JOSEPH JASEF
© TAEKPOET
®2019

REGRET By TaekPoet

REGRET

I regret loving you
As you left a hole in my heart,
I regret being with you
Though it once admired you.

You let tears tear me apart
I wish you were no more my heart,
You only make me cry and these tears areheartsickness-lover-s-grief-lovesickness-coupe-50592 Too deep to be dried.

Your sweet voice lied,
My heart torn wide,
I burned my head unto you
Not knowing my heart will leave me stranded.

Your words were not truth
They are now as knives cutting me to pieces.
Your words, all lies
I regret being with you.
© TaekPoet
2019

RAMADAN POEM: The bounties: Day 3 ISN’T IT TIME? By TaekPoet

The bounties: Day 3

ISN’T IT TIME?

Isn’t it time
For us to meet our maker?

Time flies
As life passed by so quickly.

The clock can’t be set back,
Isn’t it time for us to put things together?

Isn’t it time for us to repent?
How much time you’ve been spent?

Time moves faster as death gets closer.

© TAEKPOET
2019

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FRESH WATER BY TAEKPOET

FRESH WATER

Your heart is a poem
Written in lines
And arranged in stanzas,
Your words give me joy
And my nights filled with light.

Back then, my eyes couldn’t blink
As my heart hurt with lies deep in the ocean of pain
Then, she came
With a golden smile.

As I walked along looking at the lonely sky,
The cloud poured down tears
The sun, afraid to shine upon my heart.

Look into my eyes
And tell me you love me
Without making it more tragic
For our love to be filled with fresh water
Without any salt taste.

Give me your precious heart
And I will forever stay in it,

Just say the words in my ears, “I love you”
TAEKPOET

Nurture the cradle: Taught-full reminiscence, Sir Tomisin Eshton.

Nurture the cradle:
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On the patio; rocking away like a rodeo,
Smile sits gladly at her lips on her thoughts,
It was the birth of her first child; eperiences,new unfolds,
But the presence of her mother brought her joy.
She who taught her; was still teaching her
though she had grown past the size of her cradle.

Afternoons were her favorite,
“You are the same to me but biology says something different,”
His words, while he advised and told moral events,
helping out on weekends with father paid its price,
He who taught her; was still teaching her
Though she was a female;he loved her without resentment.
Night drew closer to evening’s side,
Dinner: cooking of sweet harmonics she knows thrills,
and humming of aroma that pleases the nostrils,
This she watched her mother do as she grew
She who taught her; was still teaching her
Though she had left home; was married grey and old.

It was morning, another day bestowed upon us,
Father and mother were looking upon her with life,
She was once the size that fits into that of a cot,
Beautiful: at eighty six, on her face extends a lengthy smile,
Pride swells in her as she stares at pictures of hers,
All she was taught had nurtured her well from the cradle.