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Micro-Poetry #38

  This chasm I now reside in, Only grows vaster, deeper – Bringing on more solitude As your lips are taken away from me. I feel it all at once, It will never go away. Not until the day comes That you are back in my arms. So it still stands as true: It will […]

Micro-Poetry #37

      Hello all! I fear that this series is becoming a little stale now as it doesn’t seem to get much response, so please help me out. I want to create content that not only I enjoy producing but that you enjoy reading too. So please, if you enjoy my poetry and wish […]

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 #17

Like the lone tree stood on the brow of hill – The towering crowds of terror fulfill, The truth, The torture; The binding lonesome bones Shall befall the hillside as the winds start to groan.  

Micro-Poetry #16

Gathering at the foot of eternity: A floundered corpse, Rotting in the August rain turn December snow – Rotting beneath turmoil’s reign as the moonlight glows.

Micro-poetry #15

Evicted from the effervesce: Take pride in thy storm, In thy rough seas and high tides; Underneath tall oaks in which truths hide – Amid teething lands in surplus, Beneath seething hands that hurt us.  

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 […]

Searing Heat

  How hath the searing heat floundered the water? How hath time halted in purer sands? How does flame spawn son and daughter? Why dare sea neglect outstretched hands?   November glint, Triumph’s conquest: Fuelling the floundering flames, Participating in destiny’s games: Becoming one with the world; Stifling the turmoil within.  

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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