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Micro-Poetry #25

Hello again! Looks like I got some positive feedback on my last one of these – thank you for the support! In that case, I shall carry the series on. If you guys are enjoying it and I am too, then I suppose it is a win for all involved. Please make sure to check […]

Micro-Poetry #24

Hello everyone! I hope that you’re enjoying this series as much as I am enjoying writing them. Micro-poems are so easy for me. I’ve come up with these three in a matter of minutes. They’re almost a way to vent freely without caring about structure or rhyming scheme or any of that boring stuff… I […]

Micro-Poetry #23

1: Abbreviated silhouettes, Scouring shadowed lands – Seeking those outstretched hands After the calm of the passing storm, In the heart which was torn; It’s blood leaking across the shadows Bringing warmth to them once more.   2: Futility lies within everyone’s soul, Feeling inadequate is second nature, Feeling deflated comes both day and night, […]

Micro-Poetry #21

1: Guided by the flames, The ones that scorched my smile, Charcoaled my senses, Burned my desire. Though the very same ones: Light up the dark as they crackle, Light up the way – And I become one with their glow. Guided by the flames.   2: The sky becomes a canvass, On which the […]

Micro-Poetry #20

1: As the world smiles down on us – It’s final show of teeth, Final glint of light. The storm dies out, Blackness swarms & the enveloping shallowness Swallows me whole.   2: I run towards the echoing sound, A coo of light in the unsearchable dark – A patch so untainted, That only vision […]

Micro-Poetry #19

1: As the final flame dies out, Vanishes in the cloud of smoke – Realisation shall take centre-stage, Heat shall cease And the heart, The soul; Lungs, Will know: That it was worth playing with fire.   2: The wilting desire, Gathering like an army, Clustering at the spawn of hell-fire & bearing its wrath […]

Micro-Poetry #18

1: The fractured mirror ahead: Cracked and broken – Reflecting untruthfully: The look of the expression, Though the the truth does lie within: In the pain that it reflects.   2: A gathering of futility, A cluster of inflamed desire: Burnt to a crisp – Must not prevent the impending greatness, Must not charcoal the […]

Micro-Poetry #14

1: Looking at the melancholic trees, I tilt thy head and ask the sky: How hath it come to this? Spending thy days in melancholy’s kiss; Thy nights in darkness’s bliss. 2: It whispers to me: The voice of the eternal past – It tells me the perpetual torture shall cease, If you choose to […]

Micro-Poetry #13

1: Glimmering sunshine in the cold November, Warming the soul to the bone; Enough heat for a season, Enough warmth for an eternity; Searing amidst the underlying cold of my soul.   2: An iced lake, Hardened by the cold; Follow in its footsteps through solitude, And onto faith you shall hold.   3: A […]

Micro-Poetry #12

1: Futility: Words of stiffness amounting to nothingness, Pain of anger-filled outbursts, Burned by the flames of the rage-fuelled fire; Scorched, scarred and charred: Feeling the bitter sting eternally.   2: I feel the burden, I feel it. Sporadically. Heavy like the weight of one thousand men, Then sometimes as if never to be seen […]

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