spriha-kant - Hello Poetry

The answer is blowing in the wind: Your promise to paint the miserable night phase with a jovial light phase in your stump speech took all of us on a flight and then we all in delight cast our votes for you We all are now fumbling in a squint and you claim publicly that you shined our lives with lights. We are all now sweating Our mouths – now barren lands are exhausted by the constant begs for water. Then your beseeching voice again reached out to all of us for casting our votes for you on the pretext of bringing back the oasis into our deserted lives. How many times will we all get a passionless scorching sun in return for our hope of getting our scintillating sun? The answer is blowing in the wind. ©Spriha Kant

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Jul 17, 2023

Jul 17, 2023 at 5:38 AM UTC

spriha-kant

The Answer is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind: Your promise to paint the miserable night phase with a jovial light phase in your stump speech took all of us on a flight and then we all in delight cast our votes for you We all are now fumbling in a squint and you claim publicly that you shined our lives with lights. We are all now sweating Our mouths – now barren lands are exhausted by the constant begs for water. Then your beseeching voice again reached out to all of us for casting our votes for you on the pretext of bringing back the oasis into our deserted lives. How many times will we all get a passionless scorching sun in return for our hope of getting our scintillating sun? The answer is blowing in the wind. ©Spriha Kant

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Blowing leaves around my ankles Burning colour in the trees You are my autumn Long light crossed with branches Lights your limbs A pace behind Your mellow loftiness Haunts my walks At the nearing end of day I am full of woodsmoke fear Changing seasons, churning motes Unknown as the dread-dark conker Cracking underfoot You are happiness Gone , now An empty bench Gold and orange A pace behind Wearing that look from the station Pity-I mistook for regret 7.11.21

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spriha-kant

Nov 10, 2021

Nov 10, 2021 at 4:23 AM UTC

TomDoubty

You are my autumn

Blowing leaves around my ankles Burning colour in the trees You are my autumn Long light crossed with branches Lights your limbs A pace behind Your mellow loftiness Haunts my walks At the nearing end of day I am full of woodsmoke fear Changing seasons, churning motes Unknown as the dread-dark conker Cracking underfoot You are happiness Gone , now An empty bench Gold and orange A pace behind Wearing that look from the station Pity-I mistook for regret 7.11.21

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The melody was cryptic A subliminal array Of soft and easy listening To cover the decay A rotting inner core On musical display Thirsting, wanting more The images portrayed The leather and the boots The uneven score That keeps them in their seats And coming back for more

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spriha-kant

Nov 9, 2021

Nov 9, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC

jason-paul-klenetsky

Uneven Score

The melody was cryptic A subliminal array Of soft and easy listening To cover the decay A rotting inner core On musical display Thirsting, wanting more The images portrayed The leather and the boots The uneven score That keeps them in their seats And coming back for more

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See you everyday haven't seen myself (in quite a spell) my brain is an abandoned building, a dry well I traced your phone call to some viral spiral I'm connected to you in a spider-like way --webs, phobias and decay the essence of life is reproduction and mortality see you everyday in shivering downloaded depravity your starry smiles your synthetic ciphers and I'm all alone again this body is a safe house this fear, a panic room but the enemy within is always right under my skin

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spriha-kant

Nov 9, 2021

Nov 9, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Fear of Ghosts

See you everyday haven't seen myself (in quite a spell) my brain is an abandoned building, a dry well I traced your phone call to some viral spiral I'm connected to you in a spider-like way --webs, phobias and decay the essence of life is reproduction and mortality see you everyday in shivering downloaded depravity your starry smiles your synthetic ciphers and I'm all alone again this body is a safe house this fear, a panic room but the enemy within is always right under my skin

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sometimes i want to implode and swallow the things i said turn back time crawl into the womb and never come out again

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spriha-kant

Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 1:21 AM UTC

jwdcody

implode

sometimes i want to implode and swallow the things i said turn back time crawl into the womb and never come out again

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the concerto of the lake that the falls and rapids make the music of the sky as the swifts and swallows fly the melody of the fish as their rainbow tails swish are heard by pure of heart, before it's torn apart the callow, guileless, young, they hear the rainbow sung they hear the ballad o' sweet love before the eagle eats the dove

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spriha-kant

Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC

david-r

before the eagle eats the dove

the concerto of the lake that the falls and rapids make the music of the sky as the swifts and swallows fly the melody of the fish as their rainbow tails swish are heard by pure of heart, before it's torn apart the callow, guileless, young, they hear the rainbow sung they hear the ballad o' sweet love before the eagle eats the dove

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A shaft from the golden sun, reclined peacefully in my lap. The amber gleam reflected back, and gently baked the solemn land. An ardent whisper furnished the woods with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods. Silver songs of sleek streams, chased the lullabies away; gently. Ancient tress cuddled the wind, their leaves clapped in sheer bliss The broken winged white eyed bulbul, warbled hymns to lift the curse. Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox, await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone. But lily livered clouds, they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion. So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made, A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.

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spriha-kant

Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC

afia-1

Gone with the Wind

A shaft from the golden sun, reclined peacefully in my lap. The amber gleam reflected back, and gently baked the solemn land. An ardent whisper furnished the woods with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods. Silver songs of sleek streams, chased the lullabies away; gently. Ancient tress cuddled the wind, their leaves clapped in sheer bliss The broken winged white eyed bulbul, warbled hymns to lift the curse. Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox, await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone. But lily livered clouds, they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion. So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made, A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.

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