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pistachio Apr 26
Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches
pistachio Feb 24
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////////////  I /////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////will be your ///////////////////////////////
    //////////////////////////umbrella protecting you///////////////////////////
///////////////////from the sweltering heat of sun or the///////////////////
//////////gloomy torrent cloudburst caused by anyone who/////////
////leave you in a world extinguished of candela. I will not let the////
sadness of heavens drown you and washed away your smile. I will
not let the heat of Apollo scorch you again or wither you, my lily of Nile.        Though                 you              may              left
/              /        /      /   me  /        /          /      /
               /                 /     /         in a       /      /                          /
/                 /                         dim                    /                /
/           /                    /                   spot         /                /                  /
      /              /            /             trust            /               /           /
     /             /                 / me I               /               /
/                         /                           will                /               /              /
     not
/          /                         move    /            so         /
          /           /                          you         /         can    /             /
/                     /                          find                  me                    /
     /  /      /          /         when things get  /       /
 /                      /                          tough again.    /                   /
Another attempt for a shape poem. Don't know if it's good. Have a good read though :)
pistachio Feb 24
She is a cave, a hidden gem
Onyx-colored chambers
and shallow caverns
Her world is dim,
quiet and lonesome
Patiently waiting
for her sun to come

But the path towards her
is never easy
So people come
and leave eventually
But some are worse,
they give up halfway
As soon as struggles
come on their way

Blades of grass,
sharp and antsy
Rocky floor,
exhausting and stumbling
With predators venomous,
hiding sneakily
Will you still love a girl
with a world exasperating?

So she never bothered to mend
the hole in her heart
So  people can come in,
to create memories
And so they can leave,
whenever they want to...
If they are afraid to catch
the cave who may fall apart.


It will take a real man
to conquer her
To see the beauty
residing inside her
The flowstones, stalactites
and stalagmites breath-taking
Or the undiscovered art forms
ever alluring and enchanting.
She's a cave. She's difficult to reach. But she created a hole in her heart so people can come in and people can leave whenever they want to.
(This is a poem inspired by a limestone cave in Philippines that we visited last Monday.)  :)
pistachio Feb 23
Night
Tiptoes
Raven hue
upside down floor
An umbra sprinkled by diamonds gleaming
Consoles all lonely sentimental souls
A poetry
In stars,
moon and
sky
A double tetractys poem.
pistachio Feb 14
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     .
     I
      am
    that
     land so
    barren with
     a dreary lonely
    life, seeking rain to
    end this strife. I am living
              in  nothingness. But there is        
     an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
      spot, an emotion still left in me
    keeping me alive, bringing back
     my will. I now know the point,
    the reason why they arrive,
    them tears in my life.
A shape poem. :) Don't know if it's good. Have a good read. :D
pistachio Jan 9
My thoughts are the paint
Unlit sky as canvass
Sombre masterpiece.
Another haiku :D
pistachio Jan 6
The stars gleam in different pace
But they still are like an orchestra harmonious
But why do are hearts even in discordant race
Can never be a symphony euphonious?
Stars and hearts both glimmer in different pace. The only difference is, stars can still be a symphony melodious while hearts can't.
(A very simple poem.)
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