Poem Tuesday: Medley

Poem Tuesday: Medley

By Keziah

I am a hopeless romantic. I like sad stories with happy ending, I like poems of heartbreak, inspiration, love, romance and encouragement. Positive vibes for me to deliver what others thought of juvenile antics and immaturity. Something that can move me the way nobody can move me to cry, and emotionally turmoiled, feeling intense feeling for, and speechless. Even though I am an adult starting out as a kid I like to think that life and love is a duo of “a neat little package I hold in my hands” (hashtag-#). Uhuhuhum…before you giggle or feel a little bit cloud 9 I know for a fact that you have it in you too that’s is why you smile and can relate to what I’m saying.

When I am depressed I think of these things. I think of romantic love of what could, and “Ifs”. I think of what and how in my generation the traditional way of wooing a woman in my mind should be standardized still but it is no more. Where attitudes coupled with migration of cultures meshed is accepted more than the old-fashioned sense of courtship regardless with principles or not.

I like poems, songs, lyrics, old fashioned writing, and letters. I love the way that my other half would just leave me notes of desire, passion, and love (let us just say imaginary). Yes….

                                                “Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong.All you need is love.” Christian- “Moulin Rouge”

1.To My Love

My heart is full of questions when I see you

Is it remorseful when I avenge my aching heart?

There is no glory in this.

By its end there will be nothing to find.

Nothing to be stumbled upon no discovery.

Is it just worthless tears for the love I can’t have?

I blame myself for it is just mere happening,

But it is real.

2. Feeling

There’s always a missing piece of me.

I feel love that’s beautiful in every single way,

Has been countered with foggy non vivid facets,

Been lurking in the very shadowy deep.

I feel there is not a single chance for a love to blossom.

If there has been, please tell me,

Have I miss it?

We are both immature in some ways,

Could we make it?

I feel deprived on the things will do,

Could there be?

Treading on hard but brittle ground,

Would this support sustain me?

My existence?

Is there an unknown of you I never see, hear, or feel?

As it is,

I’ve known myself loving you for quite some time.

I can’t rarely remember when I’ve stopped,

Or even taking time to give myself a break.

Like a book to read for a first time.

I, can’t stop.

Is it my feelings or emotions?

Decipher for me, please?

A lyric to a song in tune,

Playing as a favored line of melody,

“He’s the only one.”

Only then I became tired of waiting.

Tears just fall with my face,

Unearth emotionless.

Keziah Emia