Short Brooded Poems
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A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
I miss the way his fingers spin
Like the daisy colored spool
Off the kitchen table
He sings in a gruffed tone
Below my ears
Injecting that beauty
Into my neck
He's not some brooded lost soul
If anything he's the sun
Shining through the bleached curtains
Of a film noir hotel
Shedding some secret
No one told me
I love you
And not the mirror you dress in
Its those moments without
That I remember.
My memory has been tainted
My mindset had been erased
My thoughts laced in worries
A lost expression painted my face
A place with no mirth
A place with a little injunction
A place brooded over past conversations
The sentences corrupted and caused dysfunction
The ghastly events raced through my head
The past plummeted through all my understanding
The idea of joy is mocked
I find life with constant reprimanding
Vortice violet.
A shoddy glow of dull light on shadow.
Shine might on ebon canvas.
Dark strikes with heaven's lancet.
Ray by ray day by day grotto,
With thoughts brooded in effluvium.
Contemplating why darkness has been made synonymous with evil.
Yet it's nocturne shrouds and lays safe passage for those oppressed by the light of our current day.
Granting slumber before reawakening; in the glare of expanding and unknown chromas.
When words have fled there's a space
That echoes with nothing deemed stellar
No single idea to embrace
Profundity gone, it seems forever.
When chaos of life has intruded
Thoughts tangled into scrambled web
Creativity lost as mind's eye brooded
Blank page ignites emotions, reason fled.
Ocean waves ebb and flow with ease
Tormented poet desires tranquil pen
Dexterous words make readers believe
Unfeigned verse is legacy for men.
When words have fled there's empty space
That echoes with nothing deemed stellar
No simple idea to embrace
Profundity gone it seems forever.
When chaos of life has intruded
Thoughts scrambled into tangled web
Creativity lost as mind's eye brooded
Blank page ignites emotions reason fled.
Ocean waves ebb and low with ease
Tormented poet desires tranquil pen
Dexterous words make readers believe
Hard-fought verse is legacy for men.