I am reposting some of the poems I did in the past. Just want to share with you all enjoy!
Years of 17
Bathed in the Silver Moonlight
Laid the grassy hill.
Repetitive the scene is,
Just 17 years ago.
Above the crest the hopeful heart pulsed.
A deviation from old hill's magic,
Steely and unbreakable
It is the chain of fate.
His heart sang solitude's rhythm
as the Soul leaned through the twin windows.
Scanning the horizon
For a lone shadow.
Just like 17 years ago.
Braving North Wind's Stinging Needles
Which bit through his bones and rattled his teeth,
He cried;"
Let the old magic work again,
Just for tonight.
And continue our Four Seasons' dance
Under Zeus's milky way
With this stage for the mortality beneath.
For our passion remains unaged
Just like 17 years ago,
When our lips sealed heavens' vow."
Those words the wind carried
Across the Silver Crescent as shiny as his hopes
To nothingness' desert
Where hopes fade and wishes die.
Such was life's bitter irony
His seeds of love
Sown on barren land.
Bathed in the Silver Moonlight
Laid the grassy hill.
Repetitive the scene is,
Just 17 years ago.
Above the crest the hopeful heart pulsed.
A deviation from old hill's magic,
Steely and unbreakable
It is the chain of fate.
His heart sang solitude's rhythm
as the Soul leaned through the twin windows.
Scanning the horizon
For a lone shadow.
Just like 17 years ago.
Braving North Wind's Stinging Needles
Which bit through his bones and rattled his teeth,
He cried;"
Let the old magic work again,
Just for tonight.
And continue our Four Seasons' dance
Under Zeus's milky way
With this stage for the mortality beneath.
For our passion remains unaged
Just like 17 years ago,
When our lips sealed heavens' vow."
Those words the wind carried
Across the Silver Crescent as shiny as his hopes
To nothingness' desert
Where hopes fade and wishes die.
Such was life's bitter irony
His seeds of love
Sown on barren land.
Written by;
JT. Teh
The Fool
Oh, painted brows…
High up they shouldn’t be.
Thy Painted Smiles…
Up Curved and quivering they should be.
Hot Tears flowed down like a stream,
Smudged the pink cheeks of a fool.
Silver platter holds a heart,
Trust in crimson fills the ends.
Failed it has to melt your gaze.
Cool as marble, hard it is.
The pound of flesh is not enough?
Sip a glass of life to quench your thirst.
Spin a web you always do,
Shines in light it never fails.
Sleep a fool’s bed made of thorns,
Feed on deceit I still am.
The giving fool that’s my name,
As Timon from
Humbly written by;
JT. Teh.
PS: Hopefully I am able come out with a new one soon!
