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In a world of shadows and echoes, intellect drains away like a dry river

In a world of shadows and echoes, intellect drains away like a dry river,
Where words are numbers and thoughts are soulless algorithms,
We lose ourselves like stars at dawn, consumed by artificial light,
And in every silent dream, another thinker withers, forgotten by time.
Like the heroes of silent cinema, who shouted their stories
In a language without words,

Categories: drains, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

All That Remains Of Yesterdays Wishes

Old flame memories, and game show repeats,
viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room,
loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat,
blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom.

Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust,
unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door,
surrendered and lost, to despair and dust,
no-one levelled up, around here for sure.

Each day's an ashtray, of stub

Categories: drains, dark, day, dream, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet

Sewer drains

steam rises from vents 
the streets haze like fog machines 
at a rocket concert

Categories: drains, nature,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Blocked Drains

My poor heart aches as my mind cogitates
upon the deep desires of my dark soul,
and searching for profound truths that can be
expressed in mystic subtle syllables.
Alas such thoughts come at the worst of times.
I dream of them, elusive to extreme.
I wake and these abstractions spiral up
into nothingness of infinity,
ethereal concepts lost into space,
misty spectral reveries,

Categories: drains, angst,
Form: Free verse

Pain Drains Me: Sappho Translation

Sappho, fragment 58
loose translation by Michael R. Burch 
 
Pain
drains
me
to
the
last
drop
.



Sappho, fragment 130 (Lobel-Page 130 / Voigt 130)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Eros, the limb-shatterer,
rattles me,
an irresistible
constrictor.



Sappho, unnumbered fragment
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

What cannot be swept
aside
must be wept.



Sappho, fragment 138 (Lobel-Page 138)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Darling, let me see your face;
unleash your eyes' grace.

2.
Turn

Categories: drains, depression, emotions, feelings, grief,
Form: Epigram

Here Everybody Drains the Swamp

Here everybody drains the swamp
The chunks of toxic glitter
And brazen meat
Intelligible only to the daunted fool
Who filled it so
Pour the acid wash
Of peace and indulgence
To cleanse the slop o’ plenty
Time for mixes and fixes
That clear paths meant
For hot-air balloon rides
The kind that tussle deep in minds
Your liquid child
Who gulps, swallows and bears
The scorekeeper’s duties
Flits to

Categories: drains, adventure, paradise, psychological, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

How Hate Drains

How Hate Drains

                       Hate drains a soul from the surroundings of a feeling.

Categories: drains, emotions, fate,
Form: Rhyme

The Room Drains

 The Room Drains... 

The room drains to sepia.
A long distant relative
     in a bowler hat,
smoking a pipe;
     strokes your dog.
The one
on the couch.

Categories: drains, dog, family, fantasy, science
Form: Prose

"my Heart Drains For You"

take from me
all that you please
I give unto you
taste the warmest fruit of me
and I will bleed sweetly for you

cut at my dark lonely soul
only the bone will show
and I will bleed only for you

fest at my open pure heart
i promise to die for you

paint the world with my blood
and I will watch
as you rip
at

Categories: drains, black african american, devotion,
Form: I do not know?