Hope takes a leap of faithEnters into the realm of the impossibleMy dreams sparkle inThe sight of the scene. Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020

Petrichor Like soil like my soul,Dust walks on dust,Thirsty to the LoveTo the Blessings from AboveOnce the first Grace tickles the dry coreScent of damp life within bloomsTime our green beauties grow. Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020

Unreadable Behind the closed doorsDwell the naked soulsHide from the outside worldOnce the closed doors openNot dare to show anymore. Beneath the same skyBut each one has their own roofs, doorsMeticulously locked: ''No Enter Allowed''Locked miseries, weakness, hearts' black holesGhostly shadows and shadowy ghosts. Welcome ladies and gentlemenWelcome to the day by day showAre you… Continue reading Unreadable #poetry #poem #write #masks

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