Short Depletion Poems

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Premium Member Depletion

If your ink is on the verge of depletion, write something~meaningful

















Alexis Y.
08/24/2021
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monoku


Ozone

Ozone
               protects against
           ultraviolet sun rays
        depletion causes,floods,cancer
                    layer.
Form: Cinquain

Medial conclave

Gone pass the windrow of my life,
taken on board over short periods.
Depletion gauged at total length
upon second terrace down.
Convex appears at medial conclave,
therefore turned and complete.

Honey

Sweet in my tea
We don’t have much left, you see.

Our depletion 
Makes way for deletion.

Sweet thing, we’ve cut all your flowers 
To build our towers.

So now all I think 
When I pucker my lips to drink,

Is 
Humble me
Bumblebee.
Form: Rhyme

Depletion Sweep

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.


I Quit

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.

Gaza Vs Gaza From the Air

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

Premium Member False Interpretation

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.

Placed In Orbit

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
art
Form: ABC

Premium Member Need Ink

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.
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Form: Lyric

Rhopalic Poetry - Don'T Pollute

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:

Days

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.

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