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Sungmoo Bae Aug 2020
Lull my body
dull my self,
    ye good poet of mine;

I could use some lullaby
at this starry night—starry
stars in heavens, creations
from the comforter;
oblivion now seemingly a synonym of
blissful state of a mind;
countless stars—starry are they,
boundless thoughts—wild, rowdy
thoughts and imaginations
un-checked, stimulating,
eager to be loaded and fired,
    and so on, et cetera.

They are crossing the sky
dressed in a hue of midnight.

    I think of my late-night coffee
    to be some reason for this,
    but I'll never be sure, still.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)

Last Revised: 21th of December, 2020.
Manvinder Singh Aug 2020
midnight sounds
of countless crickets –
     air conditioner joins in
the unbearable fear!
our white washed reality's
thin veneer
is pealing away
revealing the bloated
rotting carcass underneath
spewing dense shadows
& gnashing it's teeth
wailing helplessly the Word

the Word that man
has uttered throughout the ages
on various stages
& through the oppressing bars
of desolate cages

the very Word  
that brought us forth from the dark
now haunts our dreams
only passing our lips
through midnight screams

with a jolt
we bolt upright
out of our narcosis
paralyzed by fear
how did we get here?
Nishant Rawat Aug 2020
Lately, I have been reminiscing a lot.
Of all the lame fights we fought.
Arguing for hours in a loop,
Never let it go.
I guess, we both had too much ego.
Or maybe we weren't right for each other.
Maybe we weren't meant to last forever.
But I still do think of you sometimes.
Whenever I look at that picture of you and mine.
Reminiscing
ALL-ALONE Aug 2020
The best message comes from you
But the worst part is, it makes me fall for you
Nishant Rawat Aug 2020
It's strange
How we went
From talking forever,
To rarer,
To never.
To all the old friends.
Erika Aug 2020
it is nearly midnight

and I see her

in all of her elegance

dancing through the trees,

calling me to her.

she radiates,

glows with a light so pure

so ethereal

I almost weep

for what did I do

to deserve the treasure

that is

the moon
I was outside earlier, and I swear the moon was a little brighter. It caused my imagination to run wild, but I’m satisfied with the result.
Aparna Jul 2020
𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒆 

         𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 
   𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 
        𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔
thought of something dark...✧*。

For BLT's word of the day challenge:
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