TurksonQuills

YESTERDAY’S DAWN

Here I stand,
On the spot of our first day of meeting,
On the spot we said, ‘yes,’
On the spot we stamped our vestige(?)
Thinking, maybe, that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday,
But it wasn’t. How could you?

How could you
Make me sleep on your words?
My life was rung round your promises,
Promises of an unending love.
You make scrutinized our love for Romeo and Juliet’s,
But, now, here we are in a ‘nowhere’ land.

A land induced from infidelity.
A land that whispers melodies of aches.
I believed in you,
I made your words a life to my void world,
I made you the first rains that visited my desert,
But now, I’ve become a sheep without a shepherd
And a scout of different pencils.

My heart fell in love with death
At the rejection from you.
I was betrayed by your sincere hostility.
What a beast you are to turn a breeze of love
Into a tsunami of tears!

I feel dead, buried within a carcass called body
Lost to be found lost by love.

(C) TurksonQuills & Sam Petros

SWEET IN THE MIDDLE

The moon waited behind the thick clouds
As the night shook hands , the time stood still
While the sun resting it’s shine
And raising cold breeze with sensual feels

My eyes seeks for you as I waited patiently
Out of the blues I had your amazon touch
In a romantic glance , I was lost to your beauty
Your repose gave me a glittering smile

There were no words to speak
Your eyes flamed my sensual burn
Our romance couldn’t run out of rhyme
But we have lost the start of the traces

Before I heard foots rushed at our secret place
Our kisses quivered your body rush
As your hands reached for inner me
I shivered as I died for a moment but woke up

Silently , your middle already wets
Gently , I entered as you gave me an icy embrace
I heard the moan and my heart whispered
That’s all you ever wanted in a quickie

Even before I knew what I needed
You gave it to me like a dream
In every person I meet
I still search for your kind of woman

Your middle creamed with irresistible sweetness
The taste couldn’t escape my memories
I wished to turn up every nights for more
It was only but a beautiful one night stand

EMPTY ENDINGS

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Last night we consummated our ignorance
Blending our sins with burnt emotions
I loved the way he ran his fingers through my soul –
Sent spasms through my veins
He left his poetry on the layers of my skin
Last night we let our bodies
Dance with ecstatic pleasures,
Filled our souls with fruits of death
Then left our hearts empty in the depth of nothingness
Now we lay devoid of life’s happiness;
Emptiness longing for one more touch.
If only we had loved better
If only we had loved better.
_AJ Oti

LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM

POETRY 5648

Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream,

You were my sleepless nights
And well played melodies.
You were my addiction
And your amber eyes; my flicker of hope.

I was once a maunderer
A Lone Ranger with a confused heart.
You gave meaning to my worthless life
And stung me with betrayal’s smile.
I deserved better than your white lies.

That yesterday,
You were my soul’s crush,
A dream worth making reality
And a voice of my hope,

But now,
Your love burns my soul.
You’ve become a mirage;
A fading memory of a chronicle

©TurksonQuills

ABORTION

She tried to be nice

I tried to be the good guy

On our first date

we kissed for a minute

and slaved our thoughts

to the fun that might come from beneath

Yes, we did the dos of the night

and now, she’s with a swell on her belly

She feared the eyes that will look at her

and the thoughts that will crucify her

So she danced the tunes of abortion

without my approval and lost her womb

✅TURKSONTHEPOET

WAILING QUILL

Have you ever seen words

That pierce the heart like arrows,

Or a nest inhabiting not birds,

But a crowd of bedfellows?

Maybe, just maybe a yes.

I met her on the sunshine of March.

Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess.

She seemed a perfect match

With glows of the august colours of petals.

Her aura defined betrayal’s serenity,

For her beauty portrayed meaning of lethal

Outlining its sin to love’s eternity.

She made my heart bleed

the inks of a wailing quill

#SAFE

A YES

Will you kiss me

if my lips tells you to?

Will you smile

if our days were a nightmare?

Will you tease me with your curves

if our bed speaks with words?

Will you travel the thirst

if my pocket rains not oceans of riches?

Will you dance the steps of marriage

with me?

She answered with a YES

THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

The Woman of My Dreams

Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,
Lips like a painter’s art
Hairs, united in little knots,
Her voice was the checkmate.

She’s pleasant on the outside
but smeared on the inside:
A childhood of trauma,
A life time of depression.

Yet, she seemed to be:
the evening to my day,
the doorway to my home,
the potter to my clay,
the Yin to my Yang…

I hope this time
would be the time
I don’t get to chase shadows
But hold closely
underneath my restful breath,
the woman of my dreams.