Déjà vu When you've eaten all good booksAnd jaded every fresh one tastes.When you move heaven and earthAnd your spirit doesn't move an inch.When your downs and losses and painsAre like your ups and gains and joys.…Thus, you may come to realizeThat you might experience them allAnd nothing left to undergo. So-called poetry of Biba… Continue reading Déjà vu #poetry #poem #write

Quarantine He returned to his self, paranoid.Confined to his appetite void,The heritage of his past modern charge,While the world was shutting his doors.It presumably decided to stop his vigourAnd let him run for his lifeAnd lockdown, which might dischargeWhat remains of his being and human pride.Either the world ends "in fire" or "in ice"It's due… Continue reading Quarantine #poetry #poem #covid19th #modernity # modern man

I'm tired of being tired.Do 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 Melancholia #poetry #poem #write #dark poetry

I'm tired of being tired.Do 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 Melancholia #poetry #poem #write #dark poetry

Bad Omen At night it comes and eyesAnd serves me from its dark potCups of life without light. Socalledpoetry of Biba

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