Too emptyTo move rocksUps and downsDowns and upsWhen noughtMovesInsExceptAcrid hellToo avidTo eat allThe core'sBequestsAn emptyConcreteRockMoves insUp and downDown and upSans willLikeThe vaneSwung roundBy a puffOf wind S.C.P.Biba
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The eye Seasons go, seasons comeThrough life's passenger car;Change their mood and coat:Change Man's mind and heart. Sun sets, sun rises,Sometimes cold, sometimes hot.Between the sets and the risesBabylons rise, Babylons fall. Rose gardens then tomb lies;All human kingdoms fly by. Flowers close and disclose.Amid intervals relate to the rosy story,Shortly expose beauties imposed,Sum up… Continue reading #eye #poem, #poetry
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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 mind is her ownShe puts it in her heart. SheLocked it then broke the keyNow,She may wear it on… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write
Out of the thin air, it grows.As we grow, it grows.As long as life breathes,As long as we breathe,It grows.As long as the life outWrinkles the life within.It grows.As long as youthful dreamsGet on. It grows.The less we cry, it grows.The more we sigh, it grows.Until we reach the voidIn which,Feelings gloom and doom.In which,Vacuum… Continue reading
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Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle
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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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loser I've lost my self in the other's fields,Revering their flowers for decades and stillSnoring genuinely- sleeping under their feetFeeding me from my fieldTeaching me how to harvest my landI first tought them how to flush their plantsPraising their fluffy wings while cutting mineFollowing them in their diverged pathsUntil i lost my straight path. Copyright… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write #loser #history
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Modern mermaid laden with coloursBrutish baroque detailsFatigue sullen soul. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Mood Angry thoughts stroke as a stormSpiral rainbands swirl aroundTheir prickish chill freezes the airI can't brea..the On the streets of the angry thoughtsAll anger within my heart overflowsAnd I, with rain in my eyes, float. Socalled poetry of Biba
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With grace, I handle my pain quite well Within my heart and in my chest I walk life with knives in the walk Of every fall I fall I stalk Fall and rise, rise and fall Roll up my sleeves Miserably stubbornly tread. So-called poetry of Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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