Short Chambers Poems
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mother
you are my heart
my greatest love and joy
just like the wind you enter
the chambers, of my soul.
After
as blanched I lay
chambers emptied,
pump drained
sinew reduced to
flaccid residue,
am I soul?
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012
Enter now, the quiet chambers of your mind.
Continue through the doorway of wisdom & deep Intelligence. Close the door behind you.
Now you are home.
Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova.
A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening.
Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos.
Sunshine fills my pores
with light
The breeze soothes my
inner chambers
The sound they make
fills my soul
The wings they bring
leads my heart to sing.
The color of rose
Flows through my heart's
Four love chambers
With red and blue.
This violet vase
Embossed in parts
Pumps in and out
For none but you.
sL
If you ask a doctor,
They'll say the heart has 4 main chambers
If you ask me, though,
I'll say it holds unconditional love and hate.
You choose how it is defined.
Sadness echoes once more in my chambers,
pain, residing in me like a filthy squatter,
and my heart is squalid,
unfurnished.
Surrounded in you,
you are the fastness of my echo.
Form:
The Congress it seems had no bathrooms.
They just held it or country was doomed.
They passed regulations
for eliminations
then out of both their chambers they zoomed.
This sweet enclosure holds me tight as key
its called my heart, a chamber locked for thee
the love you gave
I now do crave
you once lived here, but now you're free
When a tree sings in the wind,
she dances
When siren rings on highway,
she dances
And when death sang one day,
she danced and went forever
To dance for death,
in the underground chambers
Some speak to be heard,
others to be understood.
Some raise the volume,
others raise the truth.
We echo in chambers
built from our fears.
The loudest voice
is not always right,
Just heard.
technology, specifically AI
forges ahead at the speed of light
those who would pause it
inhabit chambers of pitch-black night
Dark thoughts twitching on a nightstand.
Wrinkled -bloated-bloodied.
Like an ancient boxing glove.
Powerless-broken-longshot.
A dead sea scroll- smoldering.
In the chambers of a burned-out heart.
The phantom of the opera,
once bitter and marose,
living in torture chambers,
almost comatose,
has got a new publicist.
Don't write his epitaph.
Now, he's bright and cheerful,
signing autographs.
Line of Inquire:
In the shadowed chambers of my soul, fears lurk
Whispers of doubt, like shadows in the murk
I resisted, like a warrior in the night
But now I wish I had basked in love’s pure light
Flying in the Heaven's, white spirit of a dove
One soul finds peace, with purity in your love
Clear blue crystals, lights chambers of this heart
Rising soft cotton feeling, joins with emotions, we will never part
You occupy all four
Your love is the donor
You‘re my heartbeat therefore
Your love trauma
My induced coma
A heart transplant, no time sooner
My healthier flora
My rhythm, my drummer
Your beat in me forevermore
I wait within your will, prepared to grow,
and boil inside the chambers of your heart.
My rise will reach the brink and overflow,
to make you feel the fire you dare to start-
With one last nerve to burn, before I blow.
I am dying
Every moment
Yearning for your touch
longing for your guiltless love
The potion of loneliness and helplessness fill in
And out of the empty hollow dark chambers
I am dying
Every moment
In and out
-Puvi-
redbirds are soaring
clouds are walking on the skies
turquoise afternoon
diamonds in the sea
reflecting the roaming sun
until the red wall
green birds are singing
in chambers next to the sky
the gold sunshine blues
Usual melody—the clock—
Got me wake just to find:
My honey, from my chambers gone
Yet present in my mind.
Dream I desire not realised,
Inscribed now in a book;
Seeming still like a dream I read:
"I'm gone but for the good".
CARING
I ventured into the chambers of your heart
Your unbearable suffering to see,
To share your agony, your misery, your loneliness,
Thus unhappy, again my love, you never be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2013
A bell that rings within the soul
Has no cathedral near
It tolls for moments lost and found
In chambers hardly clear.
I press my ear against its hush,
As pilgrims press to stone
And find the echo is myself,
Returning, more alone.
P ierce the mists surrounding my mind
O pen the petals of my heart
E nter my innermost chambers
M y confidante
June 25, 2021
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