Something is wrong
That I don't know
It seems like everything is normal
But something is disturbing
It's bad and I want to be better
But when I look at the others
I'm not doing so well anyway
It's possible to live
It's somehow embarrassing to complain.
“Poetry is the utterance of the soul”.
Mind freely think, soul searching ink
Flowing verses, limitless even in a blink.
Sharing what’s inside the soul, bleeding
hearts that tolls.
A conflicting words to a wounded soul
will not heal the hurts that boil.
Empathy to a destitute, is consoling
words of embrace to a painful pace.
A word of security from a kindred heart
ease the pain of a broken heart.
No matter how hard to bear, words of
compassion, is easy to share, that we care.
@aroque
In the midst of expectations
she learnt acceptance
far away from grievance
she practiced transitions.
She doesn’t seek perfections
just some inductance
and some capacitance
are what lead to her aspirations.
Tread softly
lest the silence
trembles
Ripple a storm
tranquil spirit
stumbles
07-September-2020
I-t
L-ets
O-ur
V-ery
E-motion
Y-ield
O-utstanding
U-tterance
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The imagery almost overly surreal
Yet, this is a reality that’s real
Or, is it only an illusion
Birthed from confusion
Ode, to the avarice of vanity
Fated our such the paths of insanity
She tasks me until the day of my death
Her crying from tears of losing her last breath
And though he may ravage like a savage your flesh
There to still will come a day when you will afresh
Honestly I wish you both the absolutely and upper most best
Let too, your days and nights do be doubly filled and doubly blessed
old tigers from dens
waiting to come out of sleep
for Valentines kiss
old tigresses fear
emotional utterance
may be played again
Wish you all P.S. friends Happy Valentines Day, enjoy
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There she stood side by side with the man she knew and loved.
She turned to him and raised her eyes as she embraced his face with velvet gloves.
He turned away knowing well his crime as he pondered it over and over in his mind.
Her smile faded as she detected a trace of the guilt that was written all over his face.
Her heart sank and her knees grew weak as she held his face but did not speak.
His lips parted as if to explain but silence held him as he saw her pain.
Her fingers fell away as she turned to flee and as she faded from sight he fell to his knees.
The love of a lifetime filled with lies and discord ended this day with no utterance of words.
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