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Z Feb 2019
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i'm studying numbers, i'm lost in the summer
an insect in the amber of your eyes
my affect is my answer, baptize
me in your smoldering bronze,
the sweat on my palms is not enough
to wash away the past
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Bronze  Dragon


People  are   hungry.
Suitcase  full  money
only  can  purchase  an  egg.


Tha­t  egg  became
more  popular
than  
female     model  in online.





That  is
the  ghost-economy.




Father,  mo
is  trying  to
****  their  ­ son
by  police  and  poison .

Villagers  are
   supporting   them.





the  supporters  becoming
more  fake
friends
than  act­ual.

This  is
the ghost-family.


By  opening  a
delivered
box, a  Chinese  dragon
toy threw  fire  towards
    a  customer
except  the  original
bronze­  Dragon.


  This  is  
the  ghost- eCommerce.
Jupiter Dec 2018
I'm a commodity
most cannot afford

every piece of me
is expensive

my eyelashes,
draped in gold

my teeth,
molded of pearl

my heart,
cut from ruby

my hands,
spun into silk

my hair,
a waterfall of bronze

every step I take is glamorous, elegant, enchanting

beauty was born
into me
CeilingStar Jul 2018
I am Autumns baby

my bones align every Autumn season
I come alive, rising from the earthy soil
I'm Summers poison,
my blood all hazey sunsets and leaf mulch

It's just something about the way the dawn and dusk shaded leaves flutter delicately onto my bronze barked skin
and the way the forest breathes, shedding it's summer shroud of green, canopy now thin
anticipating the snarling undertow of winters frosty bite
how the branches twist their arms and fingers,
reaching up to the light,
sky as blue as my doe eyes

the sunsets are all for me, low and piercing,
using her fiery fingers to stroke my face
I dance naked with the birds, the trees and the sun, a blur of grace

I'm all variations of brown, with the occasional pop of green
my lungs house my earth and its flower children, in my rib cage built of twigs with a magic sheen
my hair cascades like a molten copper mess
I'm a reflection in a lake, beautiful crystal but a construct you cannot caress

luke warm, barren branches and burning peat
crows, shimmering sunsets and crunchy leaves under your feet

I am Autumns darling

KG
Its something about the earthy air, I feel it deep in my bones
Danielle Jun 2018
Twisted silver
Aged divine
Horsed gallop
Priests beg
Gold flowers
Grow on
Bronze designs
Spent a lot of time in college looking at Inlaid Bronzes, the technique fascinated me, and the intermingling of religions.
Sudipta Maity May 2018
At once I was a man of steel
up there in the sky
Like a bird, I used to fly.
Beat me or hammer me
I did not care about anything.
That was my iron age when
first time I  saw Time mechine
and eventualy fell in love with her.
I drived  her like a crazy lover
and trveled time across.
I was in a time machine where no button of reverse.
when then i reached my bronze age,
I proposed her by a  key with copper ring.
She smiled and take me more backward in time.
I was in a time machine where no button of reverse.
When then i crossed my stone age
i left my heart there.
Then finally  i reached in my ice age
where no one is there.
Only me and my liquid smile, frozen in time.
Slowly slowly I am into glaciation
never would be able return.
I am in a time machine where no button of reverse.
In travel of time,
I am in a paradox dnt know
its my future or its my past!
Gowtham Ganni Mar 2018
Bronze glitters more
whereas Iron is natural and more useful

Bronze weakens with every blow irreverseably
whereas Iron strengthens with every repair

Bronze cannot be bent
whereas Iron can be used to make multiple products

Bronze dont mingle with others
tinge of carbon could enhance the power of Iron

Bronze melts at 1000°C
Iron could withstand and withhold for more

Bronze is denser
but Iron wins the strength game

Bronze does not rust
but Iron has the attractive magnetic power

Bronze is discovered earlier
but Iron dominates the world!
It's hard out here for an automaton
the sun is hot on my metal
Over heats my copper wire
Causes all manner of motor malfunctions
System failures
In cold winter days the residual wetness I step in
shorts my circuits
and shocks my partners
I am fond of small coffee shop nooks with outlets.
I don't need to travel too far to recharge
And since I'm so shiny
often briefcases and lipstick come around
sit their lattes on my discarded instruction manual pages
To offer me oil
I will let them insert the Nettie *** shaped disk where they choose
it's rough being a clock work boy
I set myself to operate
at three hours before is necessary in case
I'm distracted by some new upgrade or need
to document another error message.
they never write me back,
bronze looks good on thigh plates
I had this woman notice my key today
protruding from my back
the translucent panel showing into all my cogs and gears
she said she wanted to turn it
back, so she could see my program
run it from the beginning again.
I warned her, turning the key
would only turn back me.
I would rather let the program run on it's natural course,
sure, I'll get closer to the end, but I'm a curious construct
haven't seen the end of my functionality yet
woman keep coming up and asking me to turn back the key
and I am weak,
but don't worry I said
if I run out of energy, you can always turn the key back.
I'll play it all over and you can remember.
She didn't like the idea of doing the same thing over either
she turned the key, waited for it to run out,
left me on the doorstep for some other person to turn back on.
it's hard out here for an automaton.
the sun is hot on my metal
over heating my copper wiring causing all manner
of motor malfunctions
and system failures.
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