Life She dresses in grey and blackHer temperaments never lastShe rains hell and chillHer unceasing tears spoil my SpringHer eye shakes strongly my shellI cede with wet undead scarsOn her roads, I cry my heart outOn my back all my trials and nightmaresStumble and fall but still hopeNot looking the earthly hellAll my heart and… Continue reading Life #poetry #poem #life

The cycle He is sitting in his rocking chair,His hands are shaking tooThe globe keeps shakingTime keeps passingDeadly slow.It cruelly counts down his ageHis wrinkles are deep like lifeHis youth and healthSlip by his hands, fade awayIn the blink of an eye.They left himWeakly shakes his fist,Sitting in his rocking chairWaiting his time to knocks-the… Continue reading The cycle #poetry #poem #writing #the elderly #old

Apocalypse Unfathomable air on the airHangs over all over the globeEyes look up to the far skiesSlowly but firmly dark cloud sweepsShadows which beneathSuspicious colours chuckle on the worldIts high time we were in bed…Corruption blinds our seen realitiesTerreste architecture uglinessonce hided the sight now turns to dustDust which dusts human-made institutions.Mystery waltzs in the… Continue reading #Apocalypse #poetry #poems #imwriting #reflections #philosophy

Epitaph( Mom) She left.…She left behind my unrestMy sun dies, my heartache beatsNothing in me restsAll scars' scars fleetPlay dead without a breakOvertune my discord harmonyPitilessly play a part within me. Poetry tastes bitter Volte face it gets Verse rhymes oohs And woes versifies what's, In me, left. @So called poetry of Biba

Retirement She takes her share of lifeAnd quietly retiresPetrified by lossPetrified even by hopeWith every loved one's departOne of her candles blows outthe last one blows her outShe's almost been absorbed by the gloomWhen she sees her last candleLeaving her off.Still young yet soul miserably old… Cold. All her lights switch off. Socalledpoetry of Biba… Continue reading #retirement #poetry #poem #write #dark poetry

Capitalism The sun of profit shinesBurns the worker's headA man with a hat standsBehind the office’s windowHis big eyes on each drop of the worker' sweatCashes in on the dropsTo gain wealth. One struggles for daily breadThe other for day fortuneOne at the bottom of the pyramidThe other at the topOne worksThe other countsA huge… Continue reading Capitalism #poetry #poem #write #capitalism

The Joker He laughs his tearsHe tears his  laughsHe smiles with dreadsHe dreads with chucklesBut for that miseryHe dances on the stairs lost in insanityNo rhythm no harmonyVoiceless yet speaks loudlyGoes smoothly on wounds and injuriesComedy and jokes with no punch lineTickle the damned tragedyCross all lines and draw on society's fake faceIts heartlessly genuine … Continue reading #poetry #poet #joker

Humanitarianism I’m a black child Born in a dead place With lifeless complexion All of me dries and deceases. Eaten by Hunger Swallowed By thirst Infertility and Drought My fruitful trees. Born to deadly live Live to momently wait Wait my turn to die In front of your humanity. Socalledpoetry of Biba