26-3-2025 Trust in the Move
...Blood leaking from my nose,
A probable prologue to my death.
And it blows.
The lows,
Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows.
A dishonourable rest forever forebodes.
My heart keeps faking poun...
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Categories:
forebodes, addiction, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Shadows
...Written 22 September 2023 For :
No. 1242 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Shadows
Shadows ...
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Categories:
forebodes, imagination, self, surreal,
Form: Verse
A Passing Ship
...I squint my eyes
Trying to narrow down
on how I feel
Is it melancholy?
Happiness
Tinged with sadness
Or it's a hue
Am I just feeling blue?
It's an odd feeling
Yet I am calmly settled as ...
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Categories:
forebodes, africa, anxiety, emotions, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Rites and Relics
...A midnight shriek or sudden bang
Disrupts the thread of tales,
Entangled in unconscious mind
With sounds of lashing flails.
Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes?
I threw my eyes up there,
The ...
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Categories:
forebodes, bereavement,
Form: Ballad
The Drought Inside
...I want to rest your sunk emotions here
A tender gorge pending
and refusing to heal
In this place, untied we cannot be
Here, your best can lie askew
A scattered glow, a rosy plume
Enraged, a c...
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Categories:
forebodes, jealousy,
Form: I do not know?
In the Beginning Was the Word
...In the beginning was the Word…
And only then was the world.
Out of chaos and the darkness,
Out of nowhere and the blackness…
Something more than a miracle happened
Filled with warmth and light that s...
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Categories:
forebodes, devotion, god, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Malign Nascence
...When I chance to meet the lifeless streets
The darkness brightens my individuality,
With the weeping breeze that passes over
The onliness ceases my verity.
I come to know myself as a shipwrecked surv...
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Categories:
forebodes, death, depression, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Caffeinated Dreams
...ask me what i dream at night
when all the world's asleep.
ill tell you how i relocate
in valleys young and deep;
of far green lands and gentle hands
and gardens full of life
of spring's rebirt...
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Categories:
forebodes, angst, introspection, love, sad,
Form: Romanticism