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

View He sits on the street corner His woolly dog is sleeping His friend Cane always with him In his hands an old flute Playing his misfortune. His eyelids fused together He hears the passers' footsteps and heartbeats, He hears the laughs, angers and sights, He perceives people cruelties and indifferences... The outside world synopsizes… Continue reading #poetry #poems #write #view #lights #life

Anxiety Disorder Dreamy pens with time in raceReady to fly and embrass the skyLike eagles flying facing the sunWith straight intrembling wings. I stay here, holding my empty penMy white brain, my weighting fears,My white trembling wings.Looking around without a pain,Nothing inside but the load.Seeing my Rose fainted closeTo her Despair grows. I stand to… Continue reading #poetry #poems #write #anxiety #exams #Anxiety disorder #psychology

Mirage Rambling in street of lifeIn quest of materialscreate a cloud of joyThat evanesces in the crowded cityAnd its stiring soundsPile of silent woundsHeap up to cry deep withinVoid begets voidGenerates the postmodern abyss. Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020

I'm tired of being tiredDo i have to turn the pages?It's morose it's exhausting,Or do i have to burn it?Life is hard to balm stroke;Rage wind blows all seasons.Its spinning wheels stopAt my door forlorn forsaken.At night, she laments lorn howlsBursts them on my front:Sky cries, greens faintLeaves fall, roses die(Lights were away fading.Let them… Continue reading #poetry #poem # write # philosophy # dark poetry

They left It was raining My heart's vessels drying In me nothing rests; But the scars felt They are here with me Days and nights be. Poetry tastes bitter Volte face it gets. I've known ever since: Life is death; Death is life And hope and faith. Socalledpoetry of Biba@2019

From her breastLife breathesLike flowering riversLike sacred love cellsPulse heavenly rythmesPulse life itself. In her eyes love dwellsWhilst others' love proceedsSoft touched caresses and feelsThe Eden's Roses smells. Your inner child feeds, livesAs long as she lives. Socalledpoetry of Biba

I once met with my old DreamAt despair stairway.I sitted there lavishly weak;He approached me with a scorn:" Hey!Here you are as always vincible and lost,Reluctant and not dare to look up the sunWhose rays make you shade into a cave frost.Your dreams are just dreamsVapour the moment you them dream!Yet dreams are for those… Continue reading