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Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
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Cold cold heart
Frozen plumage
Like a peacock
Her ladyship
In the campfire light
Skating about the pond
Of her own vanity

~
neth jones Dec 2021
a semi seasonal species
we are subject —
— but many play out the Winter
with long work hours
and pricy imported foods
Zoe Mae Dec 2021
Shivering maples
Paint the heavens shades of grim
Wistful is the wind
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
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taking sides
picking flowers
dead and buried
on the surface line

counting hostages
trading stamps
extended infinitely
at right angles

cozy spaces
married couples
perpendicular
legs and mingled stria
one over the other

It's all conjugated
hyperbola
a tourist trap
with zero interest
for a year

~
neth jones Nov 2021
vented clouds
form a mackerel skin sky
implanted chill
fills out
from a marrow ache
to the human exterior

i walk under the sky
porous to it all
connected by the cold
Autumn
Satvik gupta Nov 2021
People generally oppose the change in their daily life but get used to it after sometime .

Why so ?

You should oppose that till the end , or accept that from the very start.

This is really frustrating ,atleast for me, like really ?

Such a hypocrite !
Getting used to it is like forcing yourself to live in that situation and I don't believe in that .


By the way starting a new series "THE OBSERVATION"  . I will pen down my daily life watching's
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2021
How time
Eats away at our words
Like kernels of discontent
Tossed about
And taken by caustic birds
On the qui vive
Feeding off our book
Of broken pieces
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2021
Nothing to see here,
turn the volume down.

Commercials are a gravel pit,
these channels, toy guns

--they shoot muddy water
in your eye.

I'd rather a quiet night
cleaning the ducts
of my conscience.

The night is hopelessly
concerned for the ozone.

My fluffless pillows are clouds
in a pay-per-view sky,

Too wound up in its
binge watching of *** in Egypt
to care about the sun's wrath.

Look! My hot next door neighbor
is exercising in the **** again,
with the curtains wide open.

I'll watch her instead...
Zywa Aug 2021
The mystery of floating
ships, the river, heron
crow, magpie, Senex and Safinur

open line, nostalgia
for good manners
radio silence, absent

in the café, draft in the room
wood of the balcony, album page
behind glass, new laces

the trouser-flapped man
from the village, one of us
life itself, where I still am
Collections of poetry by Robert Anker: 1979 Waar ik nog ben [Hout] [Reiger] [Kraai, ekster] [Schepen, de rivier] --- 1983 Van het balkon [Tocht] [Uit het dorp] [Het leven zelf] [Achter glas] --- 1987 Nieuwe veters --- 1989 Goede manieren --- 1996 In het vertrek [In het café] [Afwezig] [Open lijn] [In het vertrek] --- 2002 De broekbewapperde mens [Het raadsel van het drijven] [Albumblad] [Senex en Safinur] [Radiostilte] [Iemand van ons] --- 2006 Heimwee naar
Zoe Mae Jul 2021
Tell someone you like their stuff
They never like your stuff again
Boy, this crowd's insanely tough
Great place to make a friend
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