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
Author: My-so-called-poetry
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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
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Mist falls,Leaves fall,Cold fallsDuring Fall Autumn Tree She has no power to yieldShe shuts down her greenShe flings her colours and fruits off,In a selfish act, in the airLet them dance and swingToo dead yet unblemishedly fairWithin the West windSwing swing swingUntil they fall over the ground,Over the rivers floatGreen, red, orange and yellow…Paradise dwells… Continue reading #fall #poetry #poets #write #iamwriting
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As he scrolls off his life's book,Memories float on his sky.Their wind rifles his smog-Years fleet in bleak of an eye:Childhood and its innocencePurely fragile as wish's wings;Adulthood and its essenseblazed by the ragious sun-His dreams, dispersed and burnt,Volcanic ash on his present page. S.C.P.Biba© Copyright. All rights reserved
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Past memories that IHold dear and nearIn my heart and brain. IFall prey to their call,At times. S.C.P.Biba
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Heart heavyFull of sorryPains fullySo refractoryIts sky cloudyDark and drearyTears rainyJoy needyMissing tranquillitySeeking breathlesslyTo be happy… Its my self conspiracyAgainst someone called me. S.C.P.Biba
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Petrichor As I walk my solitary pathIt starts spitting dazzlesAnd me- dust walks on dustBoth of us dry and shackledLife's sun has burned our greens. Both- thirsty to the drops of loveTo the Blessings From AboveOnce the first grace tickles the dry coreThe scent of damp life within bloomsThe time our green beauties grow. S.C.P.Biba
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Ode to immortality So vulnerable to decline,Made of clay- ManWalks life as a passerbyTil Time clears his footprints-And Dust wears his dust out. Worm food's underground;Yet, his deeds remain crownWith subtility will carve in stoneTill their echoes in history echoesUp to curse or to praise. S.C.P.Biba
Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle
Mood As memories twinkle remembrance fords,Her eyes close their curtain. Her soft night glows;The errant soul dances on witty cords. Summer's drowsy breeze numbs her stifled wordsLet her weary heart proses its bores. SoHer memories twinkle remembrance fords Fall teases her undead leaves with his swordsVenom winds evisc'rate her green in slowThe errant soul dances… Continue reading Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle
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