Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I don’t believe in true love
Or in soulmates
But I know what happened to me
And I believe in addiction.
You did not screech or beseech
With kissable lips
And raised eyebrow
With clever fingers set your snare.
I was yours.
You hooked me
With the efficiency of a hurricane,
I became forever yours.
– Vagabond Prophet
Seven years ago we
Braided our lives together,
I’ve never felt taller
Than I did that day.
My shoes red
Your shoes yellow
Dancing they turned orange.
Orange like sunset
On the days of scorn from others,
Trying to bring clouds
To a sunny day.
Orange like sunrise
On the best chapter of my life.
– Vagabond Prophet
Disarmed
You were armed to the teeth
With something underneath
Disarmed by my smile
That goofy grin not yet yellow,
You ran away for miles
Losing your shoes in the mire.
Years later it was your turn
I was disarmed by your beauty,
But I ran to you not away
For yours is a beauty that beckoned me
Closer and closer still
Until nothing between us but time,
Time to let our love perfect,
Sweetening and intoxicating as
Years go by.
– Vagabond Prophet
If you are the songbird
Can I be the air?
Coursing through your lungs
To make verses so fair.
Vagabond Prophet
Do you remember the night sky conservatory?
The time we picked the lock at the gate
Snuck in after dark?
So innocent we felt like criminals.
Little did we know we were stealing
Each other’s hearts.
Do you remember the blanket I spread out
Beneath the stars that slowly revealed themselves
One constellation at a time?
Learning that darkness and light
Can really coexist quite beautifully,
Each gaining significance from the other.
Do you remember the bats
Scattering their silhouettes
Across our unhindered gaze?
Do you remember the creature
Moving not far away?
Do you wonder as I do,
If it was our budding affection manifest
To warn us we were falling?
Do you remember when you said,
“That was my first kiss”
And your very words
Altered my body chemistry?
Do you remember from all the years gone by
Amidst the tangled breaths and foggy windows,
All the vapours of pleasure
Turning into solid child?
How could I not believe in magic
When what I’ve known with you
Is the opposite of tragic?
– Vagabond Prophet
I’ll love you not like the spring loves flowers
Or how children love mothers.
I’ll love you not how sun loves the moon,
Ever evasive but still reflecting brilliance.
I’ll love you like a bee sting
Sacrificing life to leave my mark on you,
I’ll let you have my honey sweet
That I’ve toiled long to possess.
It’ll never go bad,
But to go unmet
By lips as sweet as yours
Is a fate far worse.
– Vagabond Prophet
Ice Cream ain’t got nothing
On the sweetness and smoothness
Of her skin on my fingers.
Vinegar ain’t got nothing
On the sting in her venom
Lying in wait, beneath a tongue
Usually so sweet.
Sheets of egyptian cotton
Ain’t got nothing,
On the comfort she brings me.
Any other woman
Ain’t got nothing,
On the love I have for her.
Burned too many times
In a flame of her own blood
Heart now singed at edges
But tender at the center.
Medium rare ain’t got nothing
On her perfection gained by fire.
– Vagabond Prophet
Driving the nail through the board
To bridge the gap, build a fjord
Marrying you and me
Against calamity.
Rings around fingers
Fingers intertwined
Spun round a heart
Loving you you will find.
Vagabond Prophet
Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “driving the nail.”
No Switzerland or Sweden
When our conflicts erupt
No neutral ground
To ignore the bombs
Just your love creeping
Through my veins
Threatening to invade my heart.
You’re relentless, a war monger
I’ll appease your wrath
Take what you want
When you’ve claimed all of me
Know that for this man
You’ve conquered the world.
– Vagabond Prophet
You were armed to the teeth
With something underneath
Disarmed by my smile
That goofy grin not yet yellow,
You ran away for miles
Losing your shoes in the mire.
Years later it was your turn
I was disarmed by your beauty,
But I ran to you not away
For yours is a beauty that beckoned me
Closer and closer still
Until nothing between us but time,
Time to let our love perfect,
Sweetening and intoxicating as
Years go by.
– Vagabond Prophet
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