Work of Wet Art

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Gift of myths aroused with the colors,
Of old and forever waves when came home,
Lost in the arms of tide, lost with the love,
Reading with the sigh of those storms screaming.

Lighthouse waiting for his bride in peace,
Counting the countless rainshowers,
Waiting for these splashes to know how,
How a half broken fire light up the whole sky!

Alone, guiding the water to every tears,
A whirlpool of silent cries lived the shores,
Some hanging petals of lust reaching the depth,
To be the evening on every forgotten eyesight.

Long were the arms craving to be touched,
The other broken wishes burnt with its fire,
Never a step taken away from these curses,
The sea softly doused the beach to its peace.

-Teddy ©
Photo Credits: Internet

Double Delight

All Credits- Teddy ©.The chubby fellow in the pic is me. Laughs.

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Double Delight

Enough words cannot describe distance,
the crossroad never can seek serenity,
how unite been we in trust tonight,
Not a man am I of cursed crusade,
A face not could born to fear flight,
A smile not deprived of your kind kiss,
Remember me in taken off hazy hymns,
Evenings saw my eyes gazing whispering waves,
Those high water let inside me chaotic chills,
And leftover dew of morning lips lost,
Fear cannot fight, lies never love but you loved,
The heart inside saw this world with somebody’s sight,
I am now a moonlight draped in painless peace,
Happily given my nightly names and double delight,
Your was that sight and you were my night sky.

-Teddy ©

The Place

​THE PLACE
The fire set into motion,

To the farthest dark and cold.

Rebellious scream flows inside,

To bring down, grind you in weakness.

Rage of every failure drowns in you,

Rage of untapped victory line haunts,

Convincing voices to stepdown, to become nobody,

Resonates in every missed and lost footsteps.

Unite with the whisper of your heart,

Whisper that says, “You are born to believe”

Dare yourself to redeem your faith,

Dare yourself, to shine like the sun.

The life is a perception of breathless moments,

Your are the judge, to make it flawless,

You be the creator, to make it a legacy.

One day the scars on your face will rise,

And you will reach a place you always knew.
– Teddy ©

Mine Home

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Credits: Mai

First time trying Poets_Prompt. Pic Credit: +Mai. Rest lines: Teddy.

Mine Home

Cramped between the green epiphany,
A place mine heart calls home,
For not the bed that awaits mine dream,
For those walls breathe bestowed upon our touch.
Tales flickering in thou memories flow,
Away with the water in echoed reality,
For pebbles revered in thee face chimes.
The grasses seen nights of full moon,
Nights began when you touched mine face.
They wonder why lies a chair when two soul live,
For they not know what lives, only found mine body,
When thee sleeps peacefully inside the tomb,
And what’s left in thee found a place,
Mine heart calls it now the Home.
– Teddy ©

Never the End

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Caused what pieces dripping o’er mine,

When sleep break o’er your kiss,

I met thee face in night where none bright,

You said the world seen inside mine eyes,

Happiness made friends with mine, with you,

We drank till midnight struck light,

O’er shoulders mine rest your head, till light greyed,

Deeper got sunk we inside pages, deeper beyond,

Where words lived mine dreams, where I could live,

You said the hands what found mine, never left,

Slowed pace of broken glasses and burnt pages,

To miles of quivered walk, our story never dies,

For we again slept among demons, raiders of night,

Screams past eternal peace left only as a sight,

This journey we made, never found what’s called end.

  • Teddy ©

Someone Like You

This poem is to a pretty face that I met and what peace it gave me. All Credits- Teddy ©

 

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Let it flow, streaks of stardust to mine.

Face of thou sweet smile inside, it shines.

Your eyes what means first rain drops to touch,

A rage of numbness flows for they hold a power,

Magic of nightly dreams when spoken to in them.

Who to ask what beauty is, for it resides in you.

Pieces of shattered whispers escapes mine mouth,

Fort its blaze dies when your lips find mine peace.

What not life means a truce with your shadows,

It holds secrets to a kiss under moon of daylight.

A picture of million words covered in thou blink,

For what screams a life I live with your love.

Behold a journey lost where I seep thou sight,

For it starts again when mine heart meets,

someone like you.