14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading 14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet
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#Apocalypse
Apocalypse SheAt the zenithOf her ruinSittingWatchingThe world outBackwardly ahead movingWearing the guiseOf maintenanceOf strength of con sis ten cy Cra z'ness air teasesthe mass The mob The ruinAgiles in the fall melodyOut of tuneThe funeral ceremonyOn the airAround the clockShebreathes inThe void and spits itOutWithin she and itVividly on the moveOut of breathWhile She the… Continue reading #Apocalypse
#feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting
Feel She opens the window. The morn dews still on petals, And the brand new breeze Teases some of her hair, In the air, where new hope's reborn. The new rosy light twinkles her eyes; But, no sparkling sparks back Touches her skin, enters her nostrils Yet, She carelessly turns her back Nothing felt by… Continue reading #feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting
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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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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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
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
Star #poetry #poem #iamwriting #fame #star
If you want your name to pop upDon't speak your mindGo with the flowBe superficial and fakeAnd they will surely say your nameOn the blue sphere of fakenessThey will spread your fameAll you have to do isDance naked, drink drugsAnd bow down to your king Surely, you will pop up. S.C.P.B
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The shadow of this day drops its curtainAll the muffled pains and sorrows encumberIts burden on man's chest, on the next day's Back. The day leaves its legacy and dies. S.C.P.B
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Modern Heart Her heart is her own.No more wears it on her sleeves;No great expectations! No more tears!She adjusts even its tic toc beats-No fancy arrows might break its chains,She conquers its core and its districts.Now,Her heart is her ownShe puts her mind in her heart.Now,She may wears it on her sleeves.Now,She may dances on… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #heart #she
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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