Road taken(Loser) In life's battlefields, he's so vulnerableHead bows, heart trembles: "Ô! the miserable!"Between diverged roads stands the doubtfulTakes the most rutted road: "Ô! how thoughtful!"No caring eyes, no warm hands of wisdomTo uphold, forestall his fall in the bottomMeagre dust shrouds his fragile aching soulThe mob swallows the Newcomer the wholeOnce down, his Dreams… Continue reading Road Taken (Loser)
Tag: Poetry
Utopia
Don-QuixoteRejoices gloryOf dead chivalryIdealism in materialistic worldInsanity. S.C.P.Biba© Copyright. All rights reserved
Decadence
Great civilizations lose their charmWhen roses put on libertinism castTaking off the virtue and purity dressStart offering their grace on the cheapThe rosy fires lure the vulnerable menLike butterflies to the invulnerable flames. Love becomes adultery for most-Flutters and dances to whimsy rhymes. Great civilizations fall apartWhen morality's dress tears upStep by step follow the… Continue reading Decadence
Hurts
How does it hurt to feel your hurts' hurt hurtHark! The sharp echoes of war's drums alert. How it hurts to taste your heart's disconcertTo listen solemnly to your slow beatsThe crawling, eerie whines - your restive fleets. How it hurts to hear your sigh's discomfortTo detect that imminent wild nighfallFeel vulnerable to your mood's… Continue reading Hurts
#villanelle
The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry.The grey fogs hinder my soft heaven spark.So, I kneel down and pray: "Ô, The Most High!" Lights of my days in a ring of fire cry.The murky scars embrace the fiery dark.The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry. Anxiety madly thrives, frowns.… Continue reading #villanelle
Frail eyes stick to downsToo frightened to look up skiesIn a cavern there they hideOn their way no way they eyesAt the end of their tunnel,Amidst darkness of life,Keep digging the dark for lightAn inch left… They give up. S.C.P.BibaAll copyright reserved.
Unspoken
A storm sans rainTidal waves of voidPerpetuate my painYears chained sans voiceLost beyond the greyThe heavy clouds in aweAnd the fury in the rawTickle by the silenceMe frown in shynessSighs of tears underway S.C.P.B
I walk proud. Dreams in sightSome hits, some missedMy hits, wings made of wax,Yearn for grasping the skyHurray! Fall on my head. S.C.P.B(C) all rights reserved
#haiku
obscure soft forcesbig global changes- big bangshuman extinction S.C.P.B
#haiku, #despair
Haiku A flutt'ring candleA blackish tear chokes it outUnfluttering nights… (C) S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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