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Jan 21 Syafie R

olivia

maybe the wolf is my mother?
running after me in jealousy as my heart pounds to get away,
begging for escape.
i am the lamb,
maybe the wolf is my brother,
chasing me as a child,
his touch frightening and unkind.
I am the lamb,
and maybe the wolf is my father, ripping and biting at my throat so my screams cannot be heard.
i am the lamb,
pure, innocent,
and covered in blood.
for what is left of me,
if the wolf wears my skin.

i edited it a little just played around with the lines and changed a few words!

Jan 20 Syafie R

NO MORE HAIKUS!

Jan 20 Syafie R

badwords

NO MORE HAIKUS!

Dead Poet, the name.
'Anarchy', the guise of change.
'Rebel re-run'? Same...

In response to:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4932312/her-breath/

How "Avant Garde" Mr. 'RA-RA-RA'... A a tired and overused and culturally appropriated, entirely arbitrary and completely limited in it's structure. When 'Boring needs to ratchet the dial up to 'THREE!" The poor sad abused and molested Haiku is number one for the poetic equivalent of having DoorDash simply deliver you a work for lack of effort to be wrought.

#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS#KILLHAIKUS

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4857198/obligatory-haiku/

#haikusarebadwords

Jan 20 Syafie R

Back at the End

Jan 20 Syafie R

badwords

Back at the End

To leave this small town, I would dare,
If courage found its way to me.
A wasteland's blue and brown despair,
Cogs turning, struts of industry.

For years I toiled, for years I ran,
The pace relentless, never slowed.
Yet once again, here I began,
Back at the end of the road.

Jan 20 Syafie R

Harsh ego

Jan 20 Syafie R

Krista Delle Femine

Harsh ego

My muse is unreliable
Silent most of the time
But when he finally sings
It’s a sound sublime
Unfortunately
For all of us
Including mostly me
He doesn’t
Believe

Jan 20 Syafie R

So Many Regrets

Jan 20 Syafie R

jeffrey conyers

So Many Regrets

Now, that you are gone.
I realizes I could have treated you better.
And now I regrets it sincerely.
I guess I have so many regrets.

I cry when I think of you.
And many ask what is wrong?
I just keep reflecting through my tears.
That I could have done way better.

Sure, you confide in me certain things.
Things you wish could be.
And not all your sadness falls upon me.
But doing certain times I was your ear.

One of a few that supported you.
Still, I have so many regrets.
Whenever I think of you.

Jan 20 Syafie R

a ballet of the mind

Jan 20 Syafie R

abstract

a ballet of the mind

visions of grandeur,
fill my mind with delight
the walls are high
and the colors are bright

my toes are pointed,
and i feel tall,
the pressures are high,
but i don't fall

i spin with grace,
i chase my dreams
life is a marathon
and i have no team

i take little steps
that lead to the sprint
i have no direction
but my mind gives me a hint

everything i want
the power and glory
i walk towards it
and feel inside me a fury

a desire so strong
to be the best
to cause shame and remorse
to all the rest

i crave power
it fills my chest
i crave excellence
it fills my head

i crave learning
until i'm dead
i crave status
i crave greatness