Short Depletion Poems
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If your ink is on the verge of depletion, write something~meaningful
Alexis Y.
08/24/2021
Ozone
protects against
ultraviolet sun rays
depletion causes,floods,cancer
layer.
LOVE RIDDEN
I SWALLOW
MY DIGNITY
FADE INTO THE CORNER
MAKE MY WAY
AROUND THE CIRCLE
A CAROUSEL OF REGRETS
FACE THE MUSIC
I'M BLINDED
BY YOUR CHARM
IN LOVE WITH LOVE
HOPEFUL
BUT I'VE HEEDED NOTHING
LOST IN YOUR EYES
I FELL INTO THE DEEP END.
Candied dreams
are white flags
without respect
to this depletion
of anticipation.
Commas are no longer
Periods as I enter
this complication.
Taking it for granted
Is indeed a certainty.
With red wine in my
hand, counting this as a
Loss I am ready for
Transition.
One has vision
the masses see
the other in his armchair no phd
he could use some glasses
no one cares about the ostrich
head in desert sands
attacks is
really
the repetition
of history
attacks is
really
the depletion
of humanity
attacks is
really
crimes
despicable crimes
attacks is
really
torrents of evil
pretending to shine
attacks is
really
The end
of time
Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information thru verbal networking is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions, language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings.
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness ? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !
Satish Verma
Need ink
Written: by Tom Wright
7/10/2019
Thoughts need ink to have their birth on paper,
And entirely, I’ve depended, upon God for both.
Some thoughts have had the lifespan of a vapor,
Leaving me scant time for meaningful growth.
Now and then, I feel, my ink well nears depletion,
Because thoughts don’t flow, with ease, to pen.
I’m drawn to question, is my work near completion
Or will God, merely refill my inkhorn again.
DON'T POLLUTE
Love natures amazing diversity.
Please believe pollution, understanding
It's deadly, possible fatalities!
Don't pollute, recycle infinitely
It's real, important, remembering.
That marine wildflowers' phytoplankton!
And algae respiring, restoration,
The planet's atmosphere recovering!
Sad, untrue, depletion, reality,
Trees' woodland, rainforests, decimated.
Yes unseen pollution, propagating!
Our future becoming impossible.
Form:
I pluck hair out of my head,
have been for weeks.
Black hair
Real depletion. mind has been dead for days.
So I say, let the weepers cry another day.
Ill catch myself
the mind that falls.
Ill swing my arms before she breaks.
Oh I will,
I always do or will this be the last towel with **** smeared across it.
the last hair plucked the last tobacco chewed. the last screenplay to finish.
Ill catch him, I always do.
finish the damn deed, write and write and breathe.