A Poem Titled HAVE YOU SEEN WHO MY HEART TICKS FOR?// 10% Payout To Steemkidss by @ijehdeboss

ijehdeboss (54)Verified kid✓in Steem Kids & Parents • 2 years ago (edited)

Introduction

Hello steemians, am so glad to be here again with you all. This is a wonderful poem that I wrote please read and comment

Poem
Title- HAVE YOU SEEN WHO MY HEART TICKS FOR?

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Have you seen
Who my heart ticks for?
Behold! She is like a tender leaf
Hidden on the dry slope
Of the Northern hills
A rosebud
Hedged in the midst
Of piercing thrones
And a prayer
That calms down
My frayed nerves
And beats small my mountain rage

Have you seen
Who my heart ticks for?
Behold! She is like a golden eagle
That soars high
Into the deep blue sky
A sweet song
Chirped by tens
Of humming birds
Under the dawn of morning light
A lullaby
That soothes my lumbago
And lures my brows to slumbering sounds

Have you seen
Who my heart ticks for?
Behold! She is like a merchandize
Of many kinds
In her brisk hands
Is a basket of treasure
To pleasure without measure
Purchased along the highway of time
Her love is like coats of onion bulbs
Persevere the teargas of its dissects
You will live to see
The innermost of its beauty,
Pre-served.

Have you seen
Who my heart ticks for?
Behold! She is like a mother
of many parts
Speechless message like sweet wine
Flow freely from her blue eyes
Upon my dry gaze
A fountain that flows
In the midst of valley
Strangers are often lost
In the mix of her words,
Un-heard.

Behold, the one whom my heart ticks for
Sitting as the queen
Beside my royal school

Groping
Through the labyrinth
Of ucharted tunnel
Your solemn footfalls
Thud along mine
Like a lamp unto my feet
I see light
At the tunnel's end

Pining away time
In a lonely cell
The labial sound
Of your mantra
Filters through
Like sun into my heart
I see joy
Within my soul

Falling from grace
Into a miry clay
Your outstretched hands
Lift me up
Into your bossom
Like an apple of your dear heart
I see love
That washes me clean

Squatting low
On bended knees
To stoke my open hearth
Your sweet name
Filters through my ear lobe
Like a whispering thud
I see grace
As smoke Billows into the sky