As the name suggests, this genre comprises of poems that are short in length and use literary techniques such as meter, metaphor and rhyme. Short poems present the extravagant experiences, the long extensive thoughts in a shorter version. A piece of writing using beautiful or unusual language arranged in fixed lines that have a beat and often rhyme.
This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively
The visible was most invisible. Watching the moon through veil. A bomb explodes in your hands. The poem wavers- and then falls on dew. This was not bone-green; original, not a fake cloud – to kiss the feet of a
The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Must I give you the chilled truth of dry winds till the fire reaches the backyard? The half-thumb was held by the wheels. Why you were pushing the hearse of a dead lie? Anonymus was the letter written by moon
It will be painful, generational. Hard to keep up. The old will resist fight the loss of their world. Change will be blinding, the fabric of civilization fraying turning to dust. Everything known will be obliterated. Humanity loses its identity.
It was lack of contusion. The relief had not come. Hours were on after the nobility moved on faulted track. Methane was rising. It was white death: people were coming, people were going. Pure and muddy, the treachery was like
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Jockeying for position. Defining pecking order. Defining power. Sea of motion. Pushing for control, supremacy. Carving out a place for survival. Quagmire of resistance. Humanities dance of existence. Has always been dog eat dog, survival of the fittest. Pace picking
The other side. It happened. In a flash. Event horizon crossed. Singularity A.I melding. Brains connected, all connected. Gaia born, global brain, intelligence all connected uploaded. Cloud, all now live in the cloud. Increasingly growing expanding. Intelligence, in an instant
A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? Queen
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Doing Nothing doing something over and over with no result leaving an empty roll on the toilet paper roll forgetting to put the tooth cap back on the paste squatting for nothing without going to church buying hair products for
Look around. A world designed. Billions of years in the making. Fine tuned, made perfect. Flowing water. Warm temperatures. Sustainable. Look around a world designed. All things made came from Gaia. All things forged, came out of the ground through
Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is
Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My boo boo what have we become, I’m so depressed an all alone. I’m desperate and somewhat oppressed, What’s a man to do when he’s distressed. Try to touch you but to no avail, All my efforts are quickly unrailed.
Once I was in the world as a man But my body was not found anywhere more than Uncertainty around the moving earth happened Then Sudden accident Damaged my brain how and where No one could be said I thought
freedom has a price another roll of the dice to make you think twice shadows in their torment hence the opened door the ability to explore meadows lies a lark walking in the park the creatures with features the whinding