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
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My painting Lost Amid the chaos of the loss Where emptiness cannot avoid the voidWhere even the feeling of loss is lostWhere all sense of directions is lostFeelings transplanted by unknown windTo unknown knownWhere the known not anymore knownLost in sophisticated being. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Nihilism Winds are drowsyMan keeps staring at blankLess labor more time leftFree time free timeFills the hours with the blankHe's dangerously low on space. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Magic spell A mom always tells a sleep story to her kidWise and wit be she wants to teach himYet today too tired to plot or readShe holds him tightly in her breastSpells a whisper in his ear:"It's time that eyes go to sleepTo rest… to get wings… to travelTo dreamland… to paradise."She used her… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem #mother #magic #spell
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She She walks in beautyWith light heartHeavier with hopeChants jaybird. She walks in bountyDrops of rain on dry dustThe sudden smell of lifeShows off all her beauty. She walks in miseryWith braveheartHer wintry eyesFalls off her beauty. She walks in sakeDreams biggerShow off the powerThat within resides. She walks in angerCovered in muckNo present no… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem #beauty #she
So-called Poetry of Biba 