Poetic License is the part of Morning Erection that allows me to showcase some of the great poets that I find in my travels throughout the Internet. I have found that by posting works by other bloggers often brings more traffic to their site as well as mine and that is a good thing.
Poetic License is scheduled for the first Monday in every month. I ask if you find a poem that touches you in some way either leave a comment for the author or visit their blog and let them know. Thank you for reading.
Her hair and clothes are out of place
And tear droplets all over her face.
Surrounded by a mist of agony and pain
The hurt was more than she could sustain.
Face smeared completely with the khol of her eyes
Which came down with tears,
owing to the lies.
The broken photo-frame lay on the floor
And room filled with darkness galore.
She stood near the window sill,
gazing long and hard!
Awaiting his arrival,
through the deserted backyard.
Saw a glimpse of his smile.
For an instant she all but complete,
as the endearing aspect left her immobile.
He was her only desire,
she stretched her arms far and wide.
But emptiness was all she could acquire.
All she wanted was to be treasured again.
Her heart ached, it pleaded,
but there was nothing she could attain!
The deafening silence and abandonment were her only peers,
Which never left her side all these year.
That misty frame of her beloved’s soon dispersed in the air.
Here enters the darkness.
And she was left reiterating in the depths of despair!!!
The day we met.
The day we blinked to one another.
The day we said hi.
The day we talked.
The day we smiled.
The day we laughed.
The day we misunderstood.
The day we quarreled.
The day we fought.
The day we cried.
The day we fell with one another.
The day we promised.
I can still clearly remember those days.
I can still clearly remember the words.
I can still clearly remember my love for you.
The moonlight streamed down
You turned my whole life around
The wind whistled through the trees
You filled me with giddy glee
The smell of barbeque floated in the air
You hypnotized me with that stare
The whole world stopped, not a pip
You leaned in to kiss me on the lips.
The day I had my very first kiss.
by Aslan Kanshaw
The center of everything
Like a child
Like a man gone wild
Its so consuming..
Has many faces
Fragile and needy
Thrives on emotions
It asks even for more
And I always give
Don’t want my heart!
Cover of Night
Walk with me through darkened streets
Off the path of life’s deceits
We’ll walk in shadows out of sight
With no betrayal by the light
We must keep hidden our heart and soul
From all the hate that would take its toll
It lingers in alleys that we pass
And stares so hard through the window’s glass
Seeking a glimpse of where we might be
Silhouette could betray easily
So be sure to stay where shadows fall
And listen not to it’s tempting call
The only super power I want is Strength.
I know what it’s like to run away at fast speeds.
I know what it’s like to teleport to a distant land.
I myself left the ground and resided in the skies in my flights.
I know what it’s like to be invisible.
I know what it’s like to shoot lasers from my eyes and burn the very being, the soul of another.
I know what it’s like to materialize things.
I know what being invincible feels like and idk about living forever but I know how it feels to die to flip it on its backside.
I’ve read minds and predicted things to no personal benefits.
What’s more to ask for?
The strength to stay and if I shall leave to just walk away.
The strength to walk and chase the distant location without a teleported glimpse.
The strength to stand ground and feet flat with the world on my mind.
The strength to be seen at various scenes and take the main role.
The strength to open up my windows for you to see the real me.
The strength to resist the allure of items.
The strength to leave the Achilles heel bare.
The strength to break expectations into realizations and truly understand than a hunch from a man.
The only super power I want is strength.
we learned the word “hate”
when we were still too young
to know what hate was.
but we’ve been loving
since the moment
we could breathe on our own.
these clocks that
only move forward
tell us nothing, then.
we will always be
too young to hate
and just old enough to love.
by Gabriela Vargas
It’s not that I don’t miss you
It’s not that I don’t care
But holding on just seems so much harder
It’s easier for you to not be aware
If I told you that I love you
And life without you sucks
You’d want me back
You’d want me with you
You’d want the same old hugs
Hugs and kisses, and those old fights
Everything would be the same
We’d go back to getting irritated
Irritated at the same old things
I don’t like arguing with you
I don’t like getting mad
I love it when it’s just you and me
It’s all I’ve ever had
It’s all I’ve ever had
You’ve all I’ve ever had
And you’re all I’ll ever need
Letting go is so much harder
Letting go is the only way
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