Poetry
347 works
Lost Mate
Majestic crane, passing overhead,
where is your mate? You fly solo now
yet once you soared wing to wing.
Silent City
I sit, gaze and listen out my apartment window
As the sun sets
I hear birds chirping
Present-in-tense
Today, the metaphor will be hauled to the plaza
It served its time in the dungeons, with plebe
For a mindless crime
En Route
Toward me I depart
With unwalked steps
With steps I say, else won’t be said for now.
Positivity
I feel that it's time for something positive
But do many positive moments feel bitter sweet?
Perhaps it's time to acknowledge
Grammar of the soul
I lived in a country where they conjugated the noun
Love
It had the past the present & the future
Cold Hearts
sitting here in desperation
gazing down from my apartment window in the sky
waiting for the world to calm my frustration
Heaven and Hell
Love, I will go with you
Wherever you’re off to
Some say that you descended from cloud nine
Forwardless
She stood up & kissed me ravenously
Would you kiss me like 10% of that when I’m in the coffin, said I
Let me rot on the hill top