Tag: poetry
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Dream Harder
Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell. Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomime -
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Thaumaturge
At face, I fit into every space But my heart, it’s Ember and Rose Squall and Night Memento Monster Serpent and Wand Mori, Vivere Thaumaturgic Grace -
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Timeworn
My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns -
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A Piece Of Deadwood
I was a lonely lavender bushWith a pretty fairy-wing flowerNow!I am a rotting piece of deadwood. Last summerMy minder went on a holidayAnd left my hanging-basket homeIt was left to dry up and crumble. After!He dug out my dying rootsAnd tried to resurrect meBeyond redemptionI did not arise again. Now!In my wrinkled nakednessHe ashamedly hides ... -
Autumn, Halloween’s Escort
Autumn is approaching, which means Halloween is lurking Chilly nights call for glowing fireplaces, creating illumination for spooky stories Colorful leaves begin to fall, revealing innumerable bony branches Fall’s vibrant beauty bestows, yet undertones of mystery arise Darkness comes sooner, providing a shroud for the undead -