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parthenope May 2020
Four drops of Carmine.
One for hope,
One for trust,
One for love,
One for guilt.

-parthenope
Carmine is the color of dried blood, the color is sometimes used to represent crime.


Life is real and hoping for something good even if the situation is ****** up, seems naive. Loving and trusting people with our lives then getting back stabbed for materialistic things is the truth.
Accepting our mistakes out loud and expecting the society to give us a forward push instead all we get is taunts and negativity.
In every individual's life there comes a moment where trusting, loving, feeling guilty and even hoping feels like a crime.

This piece is for the person who is trying to be as selfless as they can be and yet is faced with the downfalls. These four drops of carmine- hope,trust,love and guilt are the crimes committed by this person.

- J
anna May 2020
There lies the abandoned park bench
We sat there a year ago

Now stained with infinite dust, rain
Pouring torrents of strange anger and

Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest
Rising and falling , tide like crest

Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen
(pun unintended)
Unceasing in releasing;

Dusk, dawn
Fall , rise
Black, white

Just universal polarity like
The one between you and me.

A hand to hold, a smile to crave,
A heart to feel, a love to cherish;

All now lies washed down
Dust in the rain
Solitary drops now remain.
An old feeling crept up on me.
Krishnapriya Feb 2020
I am a nameless dew drop
On a scent less flower
Longing for my Beloved
To dissolve me in His arms

Fly away oh clouds!
Of dense and dark illusion
Let me cast my eyes just once
Upon the one I love

Before I die
Longing
For His radiant Being.
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
I stand in the rain,
Hoping that my pain would wash away,
Just like my loneliness did when we were together.
I watched the rain pour down,  
As if the waters may give life to my withered soul.  

As the clouds rumble,
Lambent lights are absorbed by my senses,
Nourished with the memories,
I feel your presence.  
The way the wind caress my cheek,
The sound of the thunder,
Reminds me of our first kiss,
Refreshing, electrifying, warm and calm.  

As the drops drizzle down, reinforced by the mist,
My heart feels knotted with doubts,
Insanity and delusions are on the rise,
Are you still the person who
Taught my insane heart to beat calmly?

As the fog thickens,  
My vision seems blocked,
But so is the reality.
As the very nature seems to be hidden behind the white cloak,
I feel my every cell die from within,
A feel of isolation which followed me
When you left without saying a goodbye.  
-Ikigai Poet
Emma May 2019
Red drops and red lips
Open heart and broken bones
Blue skin and no flow
Another art project poem
Lemon Apr 2019
The pitter patter of rain drops
Dripping at the seems
Swishing, shploshing, never stops
We don't know what it means

Gives the sky a saddened look?
Tears of masked despair?
Clouds cry out like tree leaves shook
Not one fruit to bare

Or does it gift to us a chance?
A series of liquid love?
That raised the plants and made them dance
A blessing from above

So look with eyes of wonder now
And contemplate the sky
Let the weather show you how
The rain drops drip on by
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
Her love was like rain,
Falling a million drops at a time
Scattering through the sky.
Her love soothing, calm, wet.
This love not predicted by
forecasts given by weathermen.
Coming when ready.
She often fell without limit.
A huge gulp swallowed without spill.
Her deed readily prepared without haste.
Her love like rain.
Falling drop after drop.
Sincere without shame.
& I the none swimmer,
carried by her flood
& without fear,
I insist that she carry me
where ever she may go
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