The Flower (take 1)

 

 

 

  So as usual I wanted to do something new, something that is interesting and challenging. Thus I decided to write a poem, a romantic one haha. You know, to prove my versatility and creativeness. Apparently it proves quite the opposite.

Well this is my first try in coming up with a so to speak ‘endearing’ poem. I’d also like to thank Ell, Fiki, Shazni, Diyana and Muna for reading and commenting on it and on giving me tips on how I could make it sound more erm genuine. Needless to say they all had the same opinion, it wasn’t as romantic as they'd like it to be...women :p 

Hence I’ll come up with another before the end of next week. In hope, that it’ll be better than this one…

 

 

Constantly bugged by insects and bees,

Intricate, detailed, oh you eradicate,

Knowing your prize and holding it high,

Annoyance and irate to those who pry

 

For if I had to offer,

I would’ve given thee the stars, the skies, the moon and the sun,

Illogical but hey, one becomes a visionary,

In a trance, in the sensation of love,

One shouldn’t offer something unreal,

But thou, thou delight in hearing such feat

 

Your starry eyes, a mystery to unveil,

A simple stare, could make limbs shiver,

A little smile, would make things better,

Oh thou, subject of aspire.

 

Perfection on the outside,

Meaningless if not in the inside,

Remember thee, the eyes mislead,

Deluding from what lies beneath

 

An immense field, of colorful flowers,

All so pretty and heart warming,

Promises of hope and serenity,

Yet only one causes the  heart to throb,

Obviously different, the heart felt it special.

 

In the vastness of the heavens,

A garden filled with superior colors,

One that causes the heart to shiver,

There was one that stood in splendor,

Giving this man, a sense of desire

 

Witnessing you is envisioning delight,

A dreamer, whom goes beyond boundaries,

To think of things ahead of his life,

Drowning himself in dreams alike

 

Warmth, care, a sense of belongingness,

Security, and to be held tight,

Mutual consent, a deeper understanding

Though worlds apart, they speak the language of  hearts,

That knoweth not disparity, but sincerity and authenticity.

 

To reach a stage beyond aesthetic-ness,

One sees the exterior, but more in within, therein,

For others might not comprehend, yet the hearts stays in power,

That is a sign of a successful joint

Of understanding and love that led adjoin

 

 

 

2 comments:

rantings and ramblings said...

versatility and creativeness: both thumbs up :)

romantic: err, u still need to work on that one ;p

lets see take 2...

Innocent Bystander said...

indah :)