Cyclic Poems - Poems about Cyclic

I love her She loves the third-person The third person loves another one The fourth person loves me But I disregard her ©Chattogram/Feb'25 ...

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Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter A beautiful newness, radiant energy, and cooling before the splinter Morning, Noon, Evening and Night The sweet glory, the mid-day sun, a cooling sunset and dusk that's void of light Birth, growth, decay, and death Man enters, he lives, he withers, then he takes his last breath Into and out, energy goes A natural torus field is...

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winter in coma rains relentlessly shed tears ~ my torn thatched hut leaks 12 January 2022...

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joyful sunny daze this road...

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Disguising things on puppet strings Let me go please, let me go I’m pulled straight out of my mind My twisted affliction a sadistic addiction An unsolvable encryption as wants become needs It burns and it bleeds All the thorns and the weeds begin to grow and spread seeds Uncontrollable urges as the energy surges And the enemy merges inside Truth became lies and...

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a poem pestering a mind to post & this inside is like hills on volcanic reactions or the tremulous voices of nine masquerades from the nine villages of one clan - tumultuous quivering fearfully appeasing headed for a fiery fire kindled by unseen ancestors hidden by these roots the roots of my blood the blood of my flesh the flesh of my clan anchored by niger & her cyclic maidens...

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It felt so surreal to be in, someone else's skin thats not my face or my hands, where do I begin? To see through anothers eyes, thrilled me with wonder and surprise, to feel features that were not my own, so many differences, though we're all just skin and bone. The altered sense of pleasure, the anguish in the...

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A bit arrogant & wired. Awakening. Stomach growling & coffee spasms. I, finding a ravenous wolf in sheeps Clothing, Still trying to be "Civilized". ----------------...

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The wounds split open My sight goes black Agonizing, terrifying, panicked This darkness So thick Like cascading velvet Almost beautiful at first in it’s deception For my eyes were shut so tightly I hadn’t seen it falling upon me Enveloping me in it’s unbearable grasp Leaving me reaching, searching in every direction But yet I still won’t open my eyes I still won’t take a...

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