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Hansteven Selfa Poem
The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastating. You evaporated too fast like water. And so it didn't give me affright. I know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day.
And so, that one day came by destiny. I was in my room when it rained pieces of you. I went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long time. I enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist.
I badly wanted you back. I longed for the water which drowns me in love. The water that gives me life every time I'm dehydrated. The water that forgives whoever I am. Only if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once more. But I know, it will never happen.
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojourns. I relish your every coming. In that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
You made my life bright
You made all the inches glow
But in a world full of light
Your source, I didn't know.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
They say I'm not an artist
That I'm just a poet.
And so I tell them
I'm an artist in disguise.
I write the letters
And while they read my works
I paint them in their minds.
I'm an artist and a poet. I'm everything in between.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
I knew myself that I gave it all to you.
My life, my love, my everything is now yours.
I gave more than anything anyone could have given.
I bought you diamond, he bought you pearl.
I shopped you gold, even just a silver he never did.
I even gave you the sea, and he just gave you an island.
And so I was lucky you were delighted to swim.
But you durst yourself to swim in the ocean of my love, just to cross and go to your island.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
There will be a time when you'll fall
There will be a time when you'll be broken
But don't you worry about being demolished
You can still create something whole
Something beautiful, something better
Made of fragments of a broken heart
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
I closed my eyes and found serenity in the dark.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
Feuillemort
For you're the one who makes me spring and grow
In a beautiful vernal equinox
When winter came, said thee "I have to go"
In almost nirvana, thee became flux
As seasons changed, I waited in pure vain
Retrouvaille someday, in cockaigne of ours
Overmorrow, season of growth again
O God, asking to reconnect lost stars
Growth and beauty have passed in a half week
I'm now a shade darker, color no more
Yes, the days have made me totally meek
Bring me back to the days with her afore
Regain, rebirth, relive me for I cry
Ne'er feuillemort, but when green was I.
COMPOSED OF: 3 QUATRAINS AND A RHYMING COUPLET
FORM: SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET (also known as ELIZABETHAN SONNET)
NUMBER OF LINES: 14
SYLLABLES COUNT: 10
PATTERN: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
A summer love, so riant and so warm
Underneath the rays of gold
Though covered with sudor, I want to be around your arms
Forever is nothing but what I hold
And yes, it was but summer
Goodbyes are kept until we're home again
We spent the season out of the boundary
But it wasn't like what I remembered
And so I yearned for home, refrain
The way back home is my quandary
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
Atrium's veneer was of coagulum
Of epithets and vague reflexions
That halted the roue from circulation
Vengeance was her ultimatum
And thus her demise was the greatest conundrum
For thine eyes have never seen her evaporation
Even before, during her creation
A ratocinator, to have was her desideratum
Covered with stains of preoccupied continuum
Of dread preterits without explanations
She was a hoarded wealth kept to her own manifestation
No one but she was her only molybdenum.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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Hansteven Selfa Poem
Our love is about
Two stars who belong
To different constellations
Worth-reading,
Worth-telling,
Worth-sharing,
To the world
Watching us
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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