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Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in
And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of
Wander through a forest Embrace its candid beauty Swing from the brawny branches of the robust trees, like an energetic child with an insatiable zest for existence. Marvel at the autumnal colors; poetic fodder for the Mind’s Eye. Build a
We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same? Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back.
I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics
It was a normal day As they usually always say With fights alight, And deaths made right With masses arguing And the hunger growing. Ahh what a sight! A perfectly normal sight! I could just not wait Any longer in
There is a sense of forever that’s hidden in your eyes. A sense that no matter how much time will pass. A promise that no matter how random the thought. That somehow, you will always be there. That same funny
I used to run far from reading, School didn’t dispel that feeling. Until your words worked open that door Hogwarts, I could never have explored. Your words were already read by them all I was curious but careless most of
A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in
Wynken Blynken and Nod??? (ah…oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee barked up the wrong tree – reed don my mongrel friend) This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag to take digs on front page headline grabbing news, nonetheless
Warming the heart Of someone so cold By kissing deadly lips Letting the truth unfold Lifting the soul Of someone who’s down By loving their personality And always being around Changing the ways Of someone unchangeable By letting them stay
a kiss on lips, returns with a blunt style, in perfumed demeanor! I did not hear with absolute eyes, a captive in chained feet, for self-defence; all the shades of red were walking on ocean, a black skull glides: the
I lay here collecting my thoughts My heart is hurt beyond lost Various moments I feel so alone Although I’m grown my pain deeply desires a home. Look pass my flaws, we all make unhealthy decisions God knows I gave
Dreaming about a BRIGHT you baby, To keep my heart warm. The days are getting colder, I’ve found both the chaos and the calm. Are we both still lingering in the avenues, Where we painted the world gold. No matter
I broke a nail shattered the smooth curve on some surface not realizing until I tasted salt and iron realized I etched a jagged trace of blood and plowed skin on my nose like a child then innocently hurting but
Keep Your Heads Up, Keep Your Heads Up High. Some Days Will Be Rough But Don’t Cry. Things Will Get Better; You Won’t Always Be Struggling Forever. The Day Would Come When Things Will Change. I Know Right Now
The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.
Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your
Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There
Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then
Cruel winter winds and snowy storms have almost reached their end, and country roads all topped with slush, an ice and water blend. I see the thawed cold earthen roads all sprouting shoots of green, and garden gates long frozen
Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.
I must be dreaming when you called my name, In sweet refrain to which nothing compares, It sounded like a call from Hall of Fame, Nay, none that I know of, in boastful airs; What joy, the lilting of one’s
The fair sex Taking care of self In her own ways Making up herself. The womankind Surprises entire mankind Self-defining muliebrity Softness and effeminacy. Still tough to toil In and outdoors But fully satisfied Needing no more. Self-dependent And self-reliant
The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead
Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café Dust and floorboards with cockroaches Coffee like pain from the slave trade French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain Spanish gables sigh like lost angels We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy
Sometimes you realise you’re stronger than you thought, In hindsight you can surely see, The person that you are and all but had forgot, Lost sight of the person you could be. No matter in life whatever dragged you down,
After dousing the bride to a nice flame, in between the howls there were songs. On mud path the hoofprints came out prominently. On bullock carts they had come for a sit in, to resist, rebel or kill. All day
As the gust flips Chaffs over; our mortal page turns over in a flip when the bell tolls for whom so ever it would While mortals mourn and grieve; in a mansion fairer than ever imagined, a throng in celestial
With my solitude, glancing the dark skies, I’ll find no one worthy who can hear my cries … So many bright faces I’ll see, still there will be gloom, With the thought of not seeing your face, my days won’t
Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament. Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement, Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking The Wrong Type Of Guys. You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies. I Want