We built off of an empty hope
That’s now dead and decayed
We hung our wants and dreams on rope
And since then, it has frayed
We painted our story on the walls
Which have begun to fade
If we hadn’t built our love so tall
Maybe we wouldn’t have swayed
If we hadn’t built a love at all
Maybe we would’ve stayed
They say that life’s a vapor
Death hides behind its veil
We chose to build a skyscraper
Believing love could never fail
But our foundation was too weak
And the storm, it was too strong
We ignored each shift and creak
Denied that anything was wrong
Then everything we worked so hard to gain
Came crumbling, crashing to the ground
Our laughter, joy, and pain-
Now dust is all that’s found
And we’re picking up every scrap and shard
Of something that wasn’t built to last
Two hearts that have now been marred
Two broken people with a broken past
So our love was like life’s vapor
It’s like the people say
You make it in the newspaper
And are forgotten the next day
You build a skyscraper
Thinking it will always stay
You build a skyscraper
And one day, it starts to sway
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steel veins pulse below
concrete swallows fading light
pigeons claim the ledge
sirens stitch the dark
neon spills on wet pavement
dreams queue for the bus
windows hold the dawn
a thousand lives unfold
silent, side by side
Long, long ago
in the dense
warm
rainforest
where our ancestors
swung from treetops
in the canopy,
someone fell -
a slipped grip,
a jammed finger
or caught tail -
down, down
down
they must have caught hold
of a branch
or a vine,
or the hand
of another
of their species,
a friend in a time of need
because two hundred thousand
years later
and all seven billion
of us
have had that dream -
falling, falling
only it is not a dream,
but an ancestral memory
and maybe our ancestors knew
that someday
in some other land
their descendants -
Us!! -
would build another forest,
one whose canopy reached
much higher
than those trees,
almost to the stars
Walk into the woods
Trees standing above me
Like Skyscraper.
high rise
get high rays
and wetter
on wet days
closer
to aeroplanes
in lanes like cars
soldiers of concrete
steel feet in wars
in pillars
like Lot’s wife
or muggers
with sharp knife
hanging in blocks
or flocks
stabbing the sky
We have just agreed on paper:
He is to us all 'A leper'
Still leper with his skyscraper,
No less so with his nice wrapper...
Oh Yes! For him some saved pepper,
Bertram T. Noah cause to caper,
For blokes he'd kept at a distance;
Persons elsewhere 'Revered Substance'
We're all clearly turning fiends,
Who had been his supportive friends,
At the bottom of it all pride,
As options began to be wide...
More visits to us for new shape
We have blades that leprosy scrape.
Skyscraper:
In my dream,
The snow lay round about,
Showing clear signs of melting decay
As if light rain had fallen on it recently,
And my eyes could hardly fail to see
The head of a dead man,
A brave Ukrainian,
Murdered there.
Skyscraper:
The raindrops
Falling over my bed,
Upon the eaves of my bedroom roof,
Sound like an army of cat paws treading lightly
Lest they disturb some troublesome foe,
When all I can think of
Is the rain.
lights swinging
across the town
a skyscraper view
Written: December 29, 2021
Modern Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chetta Achara
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Attacked the sky
Making it packed, broken, hurt, scarred
Blocking those lovely clouds and rainbow
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Captured modernized hearts
Making them a slave inside
From nine to five
The tall pillarized building
Cold, concrete, dictating
Formed a towering hazard
To the inquisitive patrolling eyes
Of the nature - lovers
Making them temporary blind
The skyscraper,
climbs to the sky,
solemn...upright
by human
imitation
God's...
undaunted
The man
feels
absolute Sir of the world...
the skyscraper,
falls from the sky,
as an icon
of concrete,
fallen angel...
from its fall
the vain
human,
proud
still...guilt
the simple
clipboard...
not his
prepotency...!
and arrogance...!
Ajna’s layered rows
Having several floors
Beginning between eyebrows
Guru above showing the door ...
to the Sahasrara ...
conjoined with the Anahata
A domain of love spacial
Embrace uncaring of stigma
Tranquil joy & peace radial
26-August-2020
Looking up at the mighty skyscraper
I feel queasy at this colossus Goliath
Human made wonder of steel and glass
Commanding presence that dares to pierce
the underbelly of the heavens
On her top floors the mass of people below
must appear as tiny ants scuttling along
Interacting in social norms to come and to go
under her skirt's shade
Modern power of strength and height
soaring tall with a sway of confidence
Marvel at the skyline of a man made
mountain range with peaks of spirals
mocking each other to proclaim whose reach is highest
Tower of Babel meet your shortcomings
Each skyscraper a city within itself
I turn my head down to the ground
shuffling my feet forward and blending into the mass
of tiny human ants at the soles of these mighty giants.
If I am to breath may it be of the assumption of you,
Innocent perfection of vibes across the phone line is it you,
If the world is colliding for worst efforts sounds and barrels escape witness
Skyscraper are cloud it by all visions,
The torn and forgotten stand witness I say,
Innocent perfection of vibes across the phone line is it you,
If the past torn from pages then how would live foreshadow with envy,
Laughter glorify birds and chimney knock without witness,
Tress left for disaster forecast the weather,
Nights with the chills was maybe as worst it gets,
Could you forecast today weather dear luv,
What is left of a disaster of of a broken man but yet write,
No all rights are witness by a stove,
No all rights are given without warning,
How can one spell out a disaster,
Innocent perfection of vibes across the phone line is it you.
He made her heart sing for the very first time.
And for someone who once found home in the solitary confinement
of her cold dark room,
She now found it in his arms.
He had found her broken and demolished, like a house which had met a wrecking ball.
Her walls broken down and destroyed.
But he saw her for what she was, a beautiful skyscraper living in a city 0f smog.
His gentle brown eyes, filled with integrity and love helped light her windows up again.
The soft touch of his kisses on her forehead remolded her lips
into a smile.
And every bit of love he gave her allowed her to grow taller and taller until she was playing among the stars.
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