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Micro-Poetry #31

1: Life is a game in which the weak will be swallowed whole and the strong shall narrowly avoid such fate. You must choose your own mental state: choose weakness and live in mediocrity. Or choose strength and live indefinitely.   2: If love is the light, Then will you be my lighthouse in these […]

Micro-Poetry #30

1: I long for it, To swim in the ocean that is your love; No matter the power of the tide Or strength of the storm. Oh how I wish that: My own love Had the buoyancy to stay afloat.   2: Let is be said that, It is the most dampened, Darkened; Drained souls, […]

Micro-Poetry #29

Hello beautiful reader! – yes, I’m talking to you. Today I’m going to try something a little different with these micro-poems, I’m going to make them very micro, like a three or four lines max, and see how that works out. The beautiful thing about micro-poetry for me, is having the ability to say so […]

Micro-Poetry #28

1: Encapsulated by time, Led by its wrath, Witness how it changes you How it alters your destined path.   2: The night is when I feel it most – When the darkness swarms me; When the solitude takes over Plunging me into black, All I can think of, Is how much warmer the coldness […]

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 #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 […]

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