Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I’ll be your groaning floorboard
Known by grunts of pleasure
To be near your footfall.
I’ll be your squeaky door
Always lamenting
To see you go.
I’ll be your lumpy mattress
Flawed but supportive,
Shaped over time
To the curve of your spine
And always rattled by our love.
– Vagabond Prophet
Accents are hard
The R’s never end
And the understanding
Never begins.
So thick as to be spread
On the barrier between,
More mortar for the wall.
But when she spoke to me
In an uncommon tongue,
In the dialect of my soul
It was all over for me.
You were destined to invade
To lay claim to my heart
Shocking me into perfect communion
With wonder dripping from your lips.
– Vagabond Prophet
How have your teeth
Not yet dissolved
Like sugar cubes
In sweet mulled wine?
How have your legs
Not yet gone brittle
From upholding
So fearsome a beauty?
How has your mind
Not yet shattered
From containing
Such brilliance?
How have your fingers
Not yet liquefied
From writing stories
Like a flash flood?
– Vagabond Prophet
Gravity has finally met its match in you
Tell me where do you hide your wings
I could swear you belong in the sky
With all that grace and beauty,
Why do you walk beside me
And not above me?
– Vagabond Prophet
You’re lovely and kind
Your movements sublime
Like the tide
Making everything around you rise and fall.
Can I be the foam on your waves?
Shaped by your motion
Accenting your dance
With my excitement to just be near you.
– Vagabond Prophet
I was like a peanut
Stubbornly intact
When you started to cut me.
Then torn asunder
In an instant
Split wide open
Laid bare just for you.
Now you can do what you like
Making butter or milk
To have with your bread
I’ll be smoother than silk.
– Vagabond Prophet
Can I just stay in bed?
Where the sheets hold us warm
And you breathe in time
With our love.
No matter what the day holds
There’s always sanctuary here.
– Vagabond Prophet
“When you’ve got a song stuck in your head
That you’ve never heard before.
That’s when you’ll know I’m speaking to you,
In a language just for us.”— Vagabond Prophet (via vagabondprophet)
First date I brought you a blue rose
You said nobody had ever given you one before.
A blue rose?
No.
A flower.
I couldn’t believe it,
You, my pride and joy
My flower everblooming.
I’ll spend my days being your soil,
Pruning bits that
Hinder growth.
It’ll be different for our daughter.
I’ll see to it.
One day a boy will knock for her,
Baring a flower in his hands.
Our daughter will say,
“That’s it, just one?,
Thanks but no thanks
I’ll stick with my daddy,
He knows I’m worth much more.”
– Vagabond Prophet
Percolator Love
You’ve been percolating
Just for me,
While I imitate life.
When I’m weary and afflicted
From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,
You’re waiting for me.
Epitome of bittersweet,
Bitter enough I need you,
Sweet enough I want you.
Electrify my mind,
Like soul adrenaline
I’ll dance if you ask.
Could we be like before?
When I’d stay up all night,
Just to be with you?
Nowadays more like a crutch,
Keeping weariness at bay
And I hate that.
I want the excitement again
Of first love’s
First sip.
But coffee my dear,
How ever far you stray
You still make my day.
– Vagabond Prophet
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