' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' . 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
I want to be as pellucid as waterfalls As limpid as clear glass Transparent as windows between the walls Translucent as a frosted glass A case puzzling consulted to Sherlock Holmes A noticed must-read tome An idiom comprehended A metaphor which meanings unravelled But I'm a wall, thick and opaque Not translucid and clear as a lake So I guess no one will ever see through me My thoughts My being My depression.
For the times when we need people to see through us during our fuliginous hours.
By the river bank, the daffodil sways With the soft brush of astray wind travelling But not a petal of her defrays She remained charming and ever alluring Then I saw you wanted the flower there lies But I’m a stem, a nil to those eyes
At night, you glance at the sombre canopy Your eyes wander hopefully and eagerly Then I saw a glimmer and blithe on your face When you found the star- the only one you chase So, you combed the crowd of gas and dust Yet you couldn’t see the moon to you that always watch.
What can I do? I am no match to a flower and star?
Once, a child aged four asked her mother, "What are those lights over the yonder?" Then she held him tight, before giving an answer "Those are fireflies and they'll soon cross our border" The child's heart was filled with delight Ever innocent of the impending plight "Will they be here before we go to sleep?" He asked and the mother tried not to weep For she knew that that ******* Will sent them to an eternal slumber.
What kind of fireflies can give people too much woe and fear? What kind of fireflies can send people to an eternal rest? They are war bombs.
As a leaf departs from a twig which dears her true And which on his care and ardor adamant So acquiescent and frail you depart too With the swift wind you became compliant Then, ceiling became my kind of sky But bare and dull contrast to that azure canopy placed high Bed is now my kind of meadow green and dazzling But damp not of dew but of my tears overflowing My breath turned into a summer zephyr Warm and gentle, repose to my fear My tears grew into an ocean abysmal Immeasurable with ripples cataclysmal.
You gave me this kind of dwelling after you left. But I guess you didn't know.
You are there, you are in front of me I reached my hand towards your face I do not want to wake up from this reverie I do not want another moving on phase But as I open my eyes I see agony For you are not there in the first place
I am your hostage You locked me up inside a rusty, quaint cage I can't move, I am tied My heart's in hysteria, I could have died I can't even utter a single word My body's numb from this tight prickly chord I have lost, I let myself get captivated By romantic trifles that will never be reciprocated.
But still, I don't think I can get out of that cage.
He wore his tux, he looked so dapper He bought her flowers redolent and lovely Then he got to his car and drove a kilometer When he got off, he took a breath deeply He walked slowly and finally reached her Then he kneeled and put the flower on her grave mournfully.