Four Song Like Poems: Numbers Song, Golden Heart Poem, World's Provider Song and My Lonely Friend Poem by Teresita Blanco

Four Song Like Poems: Numbers Song, Golden Heart Poem, World's Provider Song and My Lonely Friend Poem by Teresita Blanco

Editor's Note: The "Numbers" poem was an interesting experiment. I used the pronunciation of the numbers to build a rhyme around them. I think "Numbers" came out pretty well. The Golden Heart poem is about how we measure people's worth. Its an ironic take on the praise "you have a heart of Gold". World's Provider is not aimed at any country in particular. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Hehehehe... In "My Lonely Friend" poem, I personified Loneliness. Not that I am Loneliness. I mean that I turned Loneliness into my friend.This poem in particular was very well executed. I think that is everything worth mentioning. I hope you like my new pretty poems. They are all 5 stars worthy.

Numbers or Why won’t the last grain fall?
by Teresita Blanco

3,2,1!!

The wheel is cold, turning.

Loser’s fate

Has changed, it’s gone.

The bitter pill

I was forced to swallow,

Has made me cold, hollow.

Turn, turn, turn,

2,1,1,3,2,4!!

There goes the seconds, the hours.

This foolish embrace

Cannot replace my father!!

Turn, turn, turn,

The wheel must go!

On turning, Go

Go, go, turn!

3,4,1,1,3,4,9!

The minutes are passing,

And my last breath is gone.

These final hours

Are filled with so much horror!

Why won’t the last grain fall!

5,4,7,3,0,1

7,5,5,3,4,7,9!!

The last grain refuses to fall…

I count the minutes, the seconds;

But it will not fall!!

Time is still, Frozen.

3,3,3,3,3,3,3,3,2,2,1,1!!

The same minute,

The same second.

The wheel is stuck!

Why won’t the last grain fall!?

Golden Heart
by Teresita Blanco

The weight of one’s heart

Is measured in gold.

No other element or fiber.

Just plain, cold gold.

It takes the shape

That binds us.

We cannot escape.

It weights us,

Drowns us.

The road is so cold.

Hard and barren.

As I am weighted down

By your god, Gold.

So few a fiber,

Yet, its heavy, heavy!

I cannot give

Another step,

To the deep.

I must go. 

World’s Provider
by Teresita Blanco

World’s provider,

World’s denier.

To your tune,

We turn, turn, turn.

Such desires

Burns with ire.

Burn, Burn, Burn.

The cold fume…

This cold tune.

The dance to your honor

Is food for our horror.

This nightmare knows no end…

It won’t end, end, end!!

World’s provider,

You denier,

Of your song,

Of our song. 

My Lonely Friend
by Teresita Blanco

Loneliness is my only friend.

I embrace it,

Caress it, love it.

It’s my friend and lover,

I take him with me

Wherever I go.

Even among strangers,

I feel him beside me…

Slowly, waiting

To have and to hold me.

I cannot stand

Life without him.

Only he keeps

Hypocrisy at bay. 

Only when I am with you,

Do I become my true “you”.

Loneliness,

I cannot stand life

Without you.

My lifetime companion,

My friend, my husband,

My all!!

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