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Nicole Jan 3
Tired of feeling those nerve endings
Telling me to give up.
Instead I will look at an azure blue
White polka dotted,
Marvelous brazen sky
And rewrite the telling of my
Nerves
As re-energizing my soul
And the sky as a bold, spectacular friend.
Godwin Valentine Nov 2019
We only try to escape,
The imminent doom
But closer the date looms,
Why do I die to live,
When I live to die.

The apocalypse of man
Is near and doomsday glooms,
Forever shall come
Like a whirlwind,
And his face frightened in glum
Lies within the heart of man,
The will to live.
What if I was surviving to die?
What if we're surviving to die? Think about it.
toleomato Feb 2019
She looms large;
Takes charge;
Lives fast;
Thinks last.

She feels sick;
Isn’t?
Acts worse
Dies first.
George Krokos Apr 2018
We’re all subject to the unseen laws of nature
which loom about us like an imposing stature.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
skyblueandblack Oct 2014
You weave your stories like the night,
stringing the moon with the stars;
the finest of pristine pearls,
threaded by twilight.

Weaving the finest Varanasi silk
with life as your celestial loom;
laying down gold- and silver-threaded brocade,
dormant gardens burst in bloom.

Your pen is the philosopher’s stone
turning lead hearts into gold;
manipulating structure in stunning stanzas,
inscribing on hearts in italics and bold.

Nodding in acquiescence
the sages of the ages,
will then add your magnum opus
to their papyraceous pages.

— The End —