Long Sweven Poems

When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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Once some travelers on the road
to a land of treasure, slowed,
halting in their journey’s pace
halfway to that distant place.

Scared that bandits might attack,
they decided to turn back,
too discouraged to proceed…
Hence the group began to plead
with...

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[Continued from Part One]



Was this town a phantom heaven,
an imaginary sweven?
Oh deluded humankind!
It was a figment of their mind.

We are here; it’s where we are—
no use wishing on a star…
Still, this sweven heaven’s real—
more than...

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R- rare is the person , i have lost, red are the roses i still have, to remind me of what all he had cost.

O- oh! my lord , keep him safe , protect him...

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A severe façade of loving tolerance
Dipped in an argentine semblance
The Consuls of The Cross
Weaving a sweven of Welkin
Where the checkered ones
Are never allowed
Their souls cast into the flames
Of a greater decay
The never ending pit
Of eternal...

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SILVER-LINING

Cheated life occasionally yet it couldn't play even. 
In life's sequel, I'm swivelled into a deep sweven.

Where's conventionality in a cosmos that's so odd? 
Everyone that ever rocked my world
I've dexterously dovetailed into words;
Lyric, ballad,...

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I sensed myself sinking down
Culminating the stuccoes of existence
Crossing denouements of mortality
Obeying the laws of life's caducity
And defying the clusters of earthly brevity.
My nostrils perceived the essence
Beyond the sod
My ears apprehended the sounds
Of heavy metal...

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Longing for love

2-Heartbreak

My heart wanders in search of buried days of our past
Our travelled world's gained dark blue hue of forgotten hope
Staining from fingertips to soul with painful memories to hilt
Beneath silent night's silhouette absorbing...

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You and I, we are,
two polar petals, laced with
arctic blue moonshine
of soft sweven-hymns
and sunburst apricity
of aqua-gold tides,
reminiscing mauve
hours, when our love waltzed in teal
faithful lakes hued with
ivory ink of
coral kismet, shimmering
in wine-auroras,
but now we just...

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