Short Augmenting Poems
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The thunderous waves,
It’s dimensions infinite,
Clandestine Ocean!
How magnificent,
Formidable, perplexing
Yet how reticent!
Enigmatic forms,
Augmenting the dusk and dawn,
Divine creation!
the river bank calm
and the augmenting silence
between us.
minds enveloped in scepticism,
actions tied with strictures.
“Can we ever be the same?”,
she asked.
her eyes nostalgic.
time paralysed.
i could say nothing
but shed a tear.
-gurumali
I have been dropped. I fall fast,
Plunging into rage.
Inanimate.
I have no feelings or thoughts.
My end is to expose,
The cardinal demigods.
Through heartache and devastation no person should feel.
I fall, oblivious, augmenting anguish to everything,
Here and there.
Lust is like the salt of the sea.
The artificial Ambrosia or Siren's fomented Mead.
Augmenting thirst, the more you drink.
Forgetting the drink came first. Then came a thirst.
To be unshackled to idols in idle mutiny.
Before the fermentation of idolatry. Figureheads,
flotsam and shipwrecks on the seven stormy seas.
You are augmenting me,
Your beauty is augmenting my eyes
An eyes without the vessels of lies.
Your love is augmenting my heart
A heart without the cracks of depart.
Your kiss is augmenting my lips
A lips without the streams of yips.
Your hug is augmenting my feelings
A feeling's words are romancing.
I'm loving you so much!!.
#EDM.
Life will bring pleasure
Searching good in every bad
Soul stays in heaven.
Life will bring peace
Be positive in each hell
Smile mirrors your soul.
Life will bring unity
augmenting relation in every odd
personality connects heart.
Life will bring strength
consuming tear in every fear
Hero, we all prefer.
Life will bring success
killing failure with best drudgery
Goal smiles nice.
A vague face, immersed in mist
Lower lip firming, augmenting
Growing paler
Wider at one end
Like a curled up wood shaving
Mouth becoming linear
Puzzling process
Of de-existence as a face
Expression sinks away
In a cubist miasma
Embedded in a matrix
Of contorted dark vacuum
Which maintains emptiness
Despite what it contains
How many faces
Disappear into nothing
Never to be resupplied
Nor their lost words interpreted
The morning dove he mourns the morn
With repetitive, lyric song.
His plaintive coo evokes in me
The long, forgotten memories
Of long lost loves and sundry things
That tugs my delicate heartstrings
And iterates through his refrain
Augmenting sorrow with the pain.
I plead with you brown bird of woe
Take away this veil of sorrow;
Fly fast and far on whistling wings
Taking with you the heartbreaking
Reminders of my bygone years:
The painful ones that caused the tears.