Hiya Sharma Poet Dramatic Verse

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For Eve's contest, The Physical World Around Me ...

Mermaid Massacre

as this merciless moonrise 
melts upon the aching ocean ,
meet me in miridical eagle rivers ~ 
O narcissistic narrator 
of heartless healers, 
as you enchant me 
      with wild Valkyrie eyes,
  veiled with venom and vines …

this portrait of world ~
painted with punishment,
is a physical panorama, 
flickering without 
pixels of patience, 
a palindrome of pain 
no scent can ever satiate;
as I lean on the bed,
burning with brutal beliefs 
perfumed with painkiller blush 
and poisoned starlight ~
I want those 
trespassing nightmares 
to taste the wrath ~
      the soul of Satan 
      in angel-feathered flesh,
touch the pulse of
      depressed dragons 
      ~ in pearls of damage ~ 

if only the hyper-tensed ~
haptic heartbeat 
of my soulless stylus 
could trace the 
submerged sighs ~ 
in stygian Seroflo seas;
but my life remains 
the twin of death,
so, let me dream, demonic dusk ~
signed with serpent sparkles 
on my sweet sunset scales, 
as I yearn for aconite clouds 
    to rain and rehabilitate 

I still remember
      the date when 
doom tore my angel wings, 
you labelled me 
      a menace 
   with metal lips,
transfused my truth
    with twilight’s tachycardia;
I was never diagnosed 
    by diabolical diseases,
but your deceptions …
a patient, 
injected with ill-intuitive 
paranoia, 
the syringe was never 
stirred with steroids,
but the blood-tied feud 
of spiteful spirit-hunters.

hear me, I won’t surrender;
I will never be tamed and taken,
O tracheal massacre ~
crush me with cold calm,
but my ribs will remain 
a wildflower requiem ~
for lungs that slumber 
within ambrosial echoes 
of asthmatic endlessness ...
    
       Lord Poseidon ~
    of poetic seas, 
rescue me from the mayhem 
of this helpless mermaid,
be the medicine for the 
blackmagic karma ~
that I cease to forget; 
tonight, I lament to escape these
lands of loneliness,
be plucked from the 
orbs of purple-gold orchids ~ 
the grave of insensitive ghosts 
            because ~ 

                        I am better away, 
           buried beneath 
                       blurred benevolence ~ 
              of soul's bliss ,
              
           bleeding butterfly blues 
            ~     b  r  e  a  t  h  l  e  s  s  ~... 

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Randy Freie October 7, 2026 at 5:47 PM Ok, you twisted my tongue. I read everyone's poems aloud. Helps me focus better and follow the flow of such lyrical lilt. But, I'm in desperate need of a thesaurus. Can I borrow yours? I'm lisping thru the lilting. Good thing I'm alone right now.

Lin Lane October 6, 2026 at 9:46 AM Mermaids have no need to breathe air as humans do, so swim on and away from any demon with a soul so dark as to be called diabolical. Let no narcissistic creature vanquish you from the sea. Keep your sparkles intact, Hiya. ❤️

Gershon Wolf October 4, 2026 at 9:02 PM Leaves me breathless at the graphic depiction of the massacre -- fine fare for demonic nights and satanic segues! ~ Flames fully fanned, Gershon

Sotto Poet October 4, 2026 at 2:10 AM Wow, dear Hiya, this incredible poem is rich with imagery and emotion, drawing the reader into a vivid and dark world. The language is ornate and captures the intensity of the themes, at times it can feel a beautifuly challenging to follow but easy to grasp. The metaphors are creative and the poem's atmosphere is compelling, the narrative is wonderfully cohesive to enhance the overall impact. The poem successfully evokes a sense of longing and struggle that resonates with the reader.👏👍✨⭐🌸

David Crandall October 3, 2026 at 5:47 PM This feels like you are facing a painful, oppressive nightmare. Don't surrender!

Ink Empress October 3, 2026 at 11:13 AM I really felt the angst and the depth of hurt and heaviness of heart here ~ As always youv expressed so well Pleasure reading you today Sending you light always Hugsziezzz 🧜‍♀️ 🧚 🪽 💋

Ink Empress October 3, 2026 at 11:12 AM "the syringe was never stirred with steroids, but the blood-tied feud" whoa. Sigh. How deep is that Health struggles and grief and how so much can overwhelm us is beyond any metaphor could depict! But youv done it so very effortlessly in such a heart wrenching manner! I love the flow of alliterations and metaphors as always And the way youv just let you thoughts free flow ~ Life is never easy. "so, let me dream, demonic dusk ~ signed with serpent sparkles " love the gothic diction! And word pairings

Ink Empress October 3, 2026 at 11:09 AM Such a poignant write this is angelic star ~ so many lines felt really vulnerable and so very sincerely expressed from your soul's ache. I especially felt the lines "be the medicine for the blackmagic karma ~ that I cease to forget; " this has been on my mind lately ~ and also love the lines "I was never diagnosed by diabolical diseases, but your deceptions … a patient, injected with ill-intuitive paranoia, " how sad is that. For some reason I felt that! So very deeply! What youv expressed as anxiety has been a struggle for me too and I think many would understand ~ except for the narcissistic narrator ~