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[poemstoimmortalisehim]

Peasant's vows

I have neither the riches to bedazzle your neck nor the royalty worthy of your gaze,

Still, I have unrelenting ears craving to hear your troubles and unspoken mumbles,

unwavering hands to tenderly pull apart your façade and let your weary body cascade into my arms ,

unfailing lips drooling with praises for your charm and wit but dripping with fury to blaze fools who chant your name in vain,

unambiguous eyes outpouring with adoration for your seductive silhouette

and an unyielding nose vowing to recognize your familiar scent and unearth you even if you were buried beneath the suffocating fumes of self loathing.

-A.N

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[poemstoimmortalisehim]

Silly question

"Do you think of me when you write poetry"?

No ,my dear, you are poetry in itself;

I'm merely a witness ,transcribing your greatness.

-A.N

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Garden and her lover

Before you met me , I was a barren land, neglected and ruined. My trees were stripped bare of their luscious green leaves,picked apart and trampled on by the ghosts of past lovers. Not a single flower was in sight, every last one had wilted in misery crushed by the venomous wrath of hatred and agony trapped within my soil.

Even when some semblance of a seedling formed, she cowered her head in melancholy afraid to trust the warmth of love for fear of being burned again. The once flourishing myriad of fauna that thrived my grounds were now reduced to prickly thorn bushes stinging with painful memories of betrayals and broken hearts.

It was then you came into my garden like a drizzle of hope after a starving drought of despair. Like a mother's delicate touch you tended to my dirt with patience and planted the seeds of your love.

Even during the days when I was plagued with self-doubt and would conspire with the wind to scream at you that I may not bear the fruits of your painstaking labour,you would sit with me in silence and run your hand healingly through every insignificant shrub and weed that grew.

The once blush pale beating heart of my garden was turning crimson red with a newfound purpose just like the roses you planted.Soon arrived the morning glories always in awe of your beguiling smile ready to whisper sweet nothings and extend their vines with gratitude to feel your soft enduring palms.

Then came the lavenders with their saccharine fragrance that would send me into a childlike whimsy and entrance my head with thoughts of you. The lavenders were my favorite because it reminded me of your face that glistened with purple hue and purple meant passion,the sheer unwavering passion of yours that turned my disfigured soil into the Eden the gods blessed your kind with.

The edges of your temple wrinkled like the swirls of an old tree stump but unlike the sophisticated spirals of your exterior your heart remained guarded like a shy tulip worried if the world would mock the way the petals of your mind unfolded.

Yet, during the winter nights when you would rest your weary head on my grass patch saying your musings to the moon, I would listen clandestinely to the wisdom you gained from travelling treacherous rocky paths, how they scarred your feet but disciplined your mind.

You taught me humility so I won't gloat over my vibrant carnations but appreciate their impermanence as with the ever-changing unforgiving seasons and immerse in their exquisite beauty even if, just for a moment.

And just like the notion of love even if the cherry blossoms I cherished so dearly in spring were to wither I would console myself knowing that camellias in the winter would await me.

Like a sunflower that lifts up her glowing yellow petals with cheerful exuberance your perseverance taught me to look adversity in its monstrous pouncing eyes such that even if the sky in her envy were to send ravenous thunderstorms or the sun were to scorn upon us with his scorching glances I would not falter but continue to bloom in rebellion.

Yet I knew, when the vicious hearsays from ravens turned my spirits down you would let me revel in the shade of your strength like a tall and mighty banyan tree.

The butterflies who would travel from lands far away would be swayed by your lustful charm. And while my most eye-catching petunias and freesias would seduce them with sweet nectar and striking petals the fluttery beings would insist on sitting upon the throne of your nose and staring into the alluring blooming irises within your eyes.

My poppies would dance devotedly to the melodious cacophony of your voice and my lilies would wish for a trickle of your sweat to fall upon them so that they may taste salvation and shimmer with pollen of adoration in your presence.

The flowers in my garden shall forever be a testament to the unrelenting love and kindness you showed me and every last seed shall be born praising your name. Alas, my dear remember that when the nights get too lonely and the days filled with drudgery lean your tired frame against my branches so that I may caress your face with dandelion kisses and help you find the courage to sprout again just as you did with me.

-A.N

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[poemstoimmortalisehim]

Love and violence

Love and violence are contradictory yet I decide arbitrarily to let your viciousness coddle me

If you were a cunning and calculating wolf let me be the naïve sheep writhing in the satisfying glory of satiating your hunger while you mercilessly rip apart my flesh.

If you were a domineering god let me be the foolish devotee uttering your name repeatedly till my throat aches and my lips quiver, pleading for your divine touch to purify my sinful body,all while knowing you're looking above me sneering at my misery.

If you were a catastrophic earthquake let me be the hill that sways delightfully to your shattering vibrations even as you crumble my archaic hard-earned foundation to ruins.

If you were a demon let me be the deviant angel endangering my future in paradise just to spend a fleeting moment admiring your devilish grin and wicked eyes.

If you were a poisonous berry let me be the starving traveler charmed by your delicious appearance, devouring your sweet guise while you ravage and bleed my orifices.

If you were a greedy fire let me be the forest enamored by your prowess as you engulf and sear every life form I have breathed life in, to mere ashes and dust.

If you were a murderer let me be the mother who glances upon you with forgiving eyes even as you take away my only offspring.

Even if you were death itself ,let me be a hopeful doe-eyed child kissing my youth and life away into your cold lips just to walk side by side with you into the hollow abyss of the unknown.

-A.N

( If you were my lover let me be the mad poet who drives herself to insanity conjuring up words that are yet to be conceived to profess the love I have for you )

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