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 Jun 2020 Elena
Ian Robinson
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.
Duality of man makes us wonder,
If not but nothing has been done before

Though mysteries and superstitions roar
Life and death cause us all such a blunder,
Something so well known, it shakes man’s soft core.

As time moves in one circle, such a bore
I see duality go asunder
If not but nothing, has been done before

Like a philosopher I reach, I soar,
In search of something way over yonder
Something, so well known, it shakes man’s soft core

The duality of man is a war
One of unending battle and plunder.
If not but nothing has been done before

And now I slumber dreaming something more
Awoken by a clap of harsh thunder
Something so well known it shakes man’s soft core
If not but nothing has been done before
Same kinda poem as Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
 Jun 2020 Elena
Ian Robinson
Regna
 Jun 2020 Elena
Ian Robinson
Broken glass
Crunches under the feet
Of those lost to the sunset
Behind the corner store
Where it all went down
Something lost and nothing found
Waking up, remembering what’s right
To see what’s not left
And realizing what you are.

Pulled into the bubbling depths
Of what’s left of your soul
Clawing your way up
Ready to blow away all in sight,
All in reach.

Words drop bombs
Blowing away
Lying a foundation
Building in contrary to destroying
The walls grow higher.

What was said and repeating,
And saying it again, repeating
A fire storm of insults and pleas
Begging to keep it up


For no one wants to shoot the last breath.
 Jun 2020 Elena
Ian Robinson
The winged boy, so unassuming
Stuck with his consuming thoughts
Can no longer stand the time it takes
To climb his peaks
If they keep shackling weights
To let gravity pull him down
 Jun 2020 Elena
nish
.incinerate
 Jun 2020 Elena
nish
i
just
  wish you
  would burn
.
    feel the torment
    pain and agony
   that i endured
     all because  
  of you
.
oh
  i want you to
suffer, for an
eternity, just
like me. whom
you left, alone
and forgotten.
but my darling
never leave a
lighted candle
alone without
a second glance.
because now, i
am a forest fire.
uncontrollably
ablaze and oh
so powerful.
Wow guys, I think I'm addicted to shape poetry. I just can't stop making shapes its so entertaining.
Again not a difficult shape, but loads of fun.
Hope you enjoyed and please feel free to dm or comment your own shape poetry :)
 Jun 2020 Elena
ryn
Jigsaw
 Jun 2020 Elena
ryn
.

•ch-
ances p-
resent
themselves at times most inopportune
• long-kept secrets  made known from
fists clenched loose..•the gavel in turn
fell a little too quick, too so-
on•the last piece to the puz-
zle granted as if it was boon•completi-
ng the picture... only to reveal a weary,
long s-
tanding
ruse•

.
Anger
I am not here to pay homage.
I am here to bid thee
farewell.



For  an eternity
I have been your slave.
Dwelling patiently and submissively
In your custody.



All my profiting
From you are more anger and hate.
My heart hangs there,
In the world's angry bait.



I am choked with reason
Intoxicated with decisions.
To paint the world in bright colours,
So I begin, as I bid you farewell.
It's about descisions. 'Old habits die hard' but quiting, is worth the try.
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