Part1: Brand new world of pseudo bridges, Fall one after the other in deep abyss. The candle of peace burns itself to the utmost. Devils of this world in angels disguise. They divide the humanity; they build unseen blocks. They stretch their Hands though the Darkness, Trying to suffocate the lambs of the world. Mortal… Continue reading Degradation
Existentialist
E He believes For the sake of existence, he exists. Coming from nowhere To the vacuum existence, With no sense, no logic No wisdom behind; To exist… He develops in nothingness of existence Without meaning, no God. Bareness of the epistemology, No metaphysics intrinsically needed. From infancy to manhood, He grows up in life. … Continue reading Existentialist
#eternity, #poem, #poetry
I'm in my white Castle,Holding my two Books.I live in illusive vanityWith human ghosts.Yearning For Eternity S.C.P.B
14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet
14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading 14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet
#Apocalypse
Apocalypse SheAt the zenithOf her ruinSittingWatchingThe world outBackwardly ahead movingWearing the guiseOf maintenanceOf strength of con sis ten cy Cra z'ness air teasesthe mass The mob The ruinAgiles in the fall melodyOut of tuneThe funeral ceremonyOn the airAround the clockShebreathes inThe void and spits itOutWithin she and itVividly on the moveOut of breathWhile She the… Continue reading #Apocalypse
#feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting
Feel She opens the window. The morn dews still on petals, And the brand new breeze Teases some of her hair, In the air, where new hope's reborn. The new rosy light twinkles her eyes; But, no sparkling sparks back Touches her skin, enters her nostrils Yet, She carelessly turns her back Nothing felt by… Continue reading #feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting
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Revolutionist Ardent his eyesFire of poverty and injusticeBurn his stateEagers to changeWith his words the thoughtsWith his thoughts the worldIn which the brisk naughtThe antiworldYet his folk are busyIn chase of breadNo time to breatheNo time to dreamNo time to mindTheir misery, their stateYet His fire is too idealToo old... too lateTo awake the deadIn… Continue reading #poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write
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Do Not Write All Your Mis’ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle
#poetry, #poems #love #world
O Love! Where are you? Are you still alive?Is it you that the bards blindly idolize?In rhythmic cadence, in singing rhymes,Revenrance in words and blasphemy in acts.Is it you the haunt'd illusion dwellin' the souls?Flutters in antique classics and days of yore. O Love! where are you? Am I blind? caus' IDon't see you anywhere… Continue reading #poetry, #poems #love #world
#poem, #poet #poetry #write #stage #drama
She's good at feelin' badAt dramas and painsShe's unbeatable in the fieldShe waltzes aroundHer broken heart stringsRound the clock plays and actsRound the clock acts and plays-Invincible queenOn the tragic stage. S.C.P.Biba
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Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle
Fatigue #POETRY #poets #poem #fatigue
Fatigue She wants to catch herBreath …Let the heart's tears,Together with the soul's, flowSourdine river stemsOn the avenue of the cheekYell and screamHer brittle sense,At times. S.C.B.Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 