In sixty-five and half years been
Lock-in love with you again
And again, our marriage soft-land
Dreamland at times and times dryland
Those Valentines' gifts counterpoise
Disclose your feelings and expose
Your desire to not reinsure
Anymore your love for me, bore
Categories:
dryland, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Standing on an abandoned beach
On a deserted island
Beyond fortune's reach
Feels like a dryland
Though dampness of ocean beseiges
I scribbled my falsehood
In sand of seashore
Washed away the waves
The second I re-bore
Into my facade of hollow sandalwood
I became the artist living in dreams
Suppressing the internal surreal screams
Kept glorifying the warmth of sun's scorching heat
That's devoid of compassion but my fabrication was neat
Dusk broke, I hoped for gentle breeze
Disappeared the sun ,letting me mirthlessly freeze
I pushed away the ships meant for rescues
Succumbing to flawlessness upon a demon's cues
I became a captive of psedo-laughters
The island was hollow
It stood on wobbly rafters
Looks impeccable but disguised to swallow
Categories:
dryland, metaphor,
Form: Lyric
Dryland
Curse of nature?
No no i dont think so..
Surely we forfeit nature.
Mirrage is fooling us as like water.
Snake is fooling us as like rope.
But we cant fool nature.
Nature fools by
Dryland
Categories:
dryland, nature,
Form: Rictameter
TRUTH
dove, it never was of peace, of dryland found.
shove, some need it to get them off the mark.
love, affection for whatever; each other, sound.
above all be one's self so don't live in the dark.
dark, beware, or you can share it with a lover.
park up, nay, an arboretum, trees can be fun.
shark; man-eaters, no, a new food discovered.
hark! the call of natures spring, new life begun!
Categories:
dryland, truth,
Form: Lento
I Am Empty Hearted
I was once somebody's lover
whose language was romance
but today it's pain
my heart has become empty
I am desolate
I was million-times hurt
I bled
until my heart became a dryland
no waters of love do flow
no rain of joy do my heart knows
I now know one language
two do I know ;
tears and sorrow
I have come to doubt my own self
whether life I deserve
or death I must choose
because I am empty-hearted.
Drencho POET Loads
Categories:
dryland, hurt,
Form: Narrative
The humiliation in my elbows is attaching itself to a rainbow current
Then it flushes my head
Your foot is trying to find dryland on my forehead
Lack in my hair
Drenched in the milk from your nails
I was screaming or I was told that I was
I was the void or I was told that I was
You'd put into an archetype or two in my rucksack
I crushed on the shore
Writing on a sticky note I remind myself of who I was yesterday
My drawers are still misplaced
But that's where I put my fishbowl
Categories:
dryland, absence, imagery, symbolism,
Form: I do not know?
True friends are like the Sky and Earth
They may be far away
They may be out of touch and
if they sense their friend's agony
they will fall like rain on a dryland
Categories:
dryland, friend, friendship,
Form: Verse
In the years between embraces and the months that stretched “I love yous” thin,
An attachment endured the harsh elements of a barren desert.
With needles as defense, it threatened and pierced those who couldn’t understand.
They misinterpreted manifestation as existence with every
Expression of concern or doubt in the plant that relies not on
Outsiders’ perception of its physical beauty or strength to be
The most powerful of its kind, towering over all the cruel dryland.
I pity those who mistake a love unspoken for indifference, for
They are the daughters whose awe for a hero wilts in the absence of
Water, or shrivels when the sun’s beam proves too crude for pleasant smalltalk.
That admiration blossoms and wafts sweetness into the air with each soft
Zephyr, but any strong gust could rip roots from their soil and scatter petals
Until the mangled flower is left unrecognizable and cold.
They are the fathers whose love dies when it isn’t reminded to live.
So do not attempt to smooth our edges, because we like them sharp as thorns.
May our love keep us at arm’s length, and may arid seasons keep us alive.
Categories:
dryland, dad, daughter, family, father,
Form: I do not know?