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Dr Zik Apr 2020
Lines on palms
to show direction

to unknown passenger
Van to allow a ride

Life a road
towards You

Eyes to see the path
undiscussed

Ears to listen
words unsaid

Nose to smell
flowers untouched

Life a road
towards You

Feelings to show
purity

Sense to chain the feet
Vision to see you

Wish to talk
to own You

Life a road
towards You

Vision to have
your company

Heart to have You
Hands to solute You

Life a road
towards You
Zikorean Poetry
These are continuous Ziket poem. 'Life a road towards You' is a poem that have Ziket's structure and poetic flow and tone.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Nonsense
Is nothing

At least
One needs
To have
Common sense
To understand
Genre:Experimental
Theme: Everyday Wisdom || In the backgeound of COVID-19
Note: Why to lockdown?
A Apr 2020
Do my words even manage to make sense of what my heart is saying? I'm just too drunk and emotional to fully understand the meaning of my aching, all I know is that I want more.
Gabriel Apr 2020
For God was so furious
          from my sins
He sent an angel
           To knock some sense into me
And that angel
            Has my last name
     and her wrath
                Matches the almighty
Hihi
The day you will understand who is praying for you and who is playing with you, Everything would make sense.
Rafał Mar 2020
I got friends
Whom I adore
For keeping me sane.

When I'm on a fence
Like many times before
They help me with pain.

When life makes no sense
And my body feels sore
They come to entertain

There is no chance
For me not to be bored
But they alleviate

My friends are not humans
They are sensations and things

A console with games
Books that make me think
A cup of hot tea
Before I go to sleep
And  last but not least
Music
That gives me feelings to feel
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch

The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.

The prosecutor alleged himself most artful (and best-dressed);
it seems he’d never lost a case, nor really once been pressed.
He was known far and wide for intensely hating clarity;
twelve dilettantes at once declared the defendant another fatality.

The judge was an intellectual well-known for his great mind,
though not for being merciful, honest, sane or kind.
Clerics called him the "Hanging Judge" and the critics were his kin.
Bystanders said, "They'll crucify him!" The public was not let in.

The prosecutor began his case by spitting in the poet's face,
knowing the trial would be a farce.
"It is obscene," he screamed, "to expose the naked heart!"
The recorder (bewildered Society), well aware of his notoriety,
greeted this statement with applause.
"This man is no poet. Just look—his Hallmark shows it.
Why, see, he utilizes rhyme, symmetry and grammar! He speaks without a stammer!
His sense of rhythm is too fine!
He does not use recondite words or conjure ancient Latin verbs.
This man is an imposter!
I ask that his sentence be . . . the almost perceptible indignity
of removal from the Post-Modernistic roster!"
The jury left, in tears of joy, literally sequestered.
The defendant sighed in mild despair, "Might I not answer to my peers?"
But how His Honor giggled then,
seeing no poets were let in.

Later, the clashing symbols of their pronouncements drove him mad
and he admitted both rhyme and reason were bad.

Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea and Poetry Life & Times
Maja Mar 2020
The world used to be so beautiful,
the sky so blue
and grass so green.

I don’t know what changed
but everything is different from what I’ve seen

nothing makes sense anymore
I don’t even know if left is left
or right is right.
all I know
is that I’ve lost my sense of sight

and sense of direction
as there is no sense

there is no connection
to the world

now through a screen
that used to be so beautiful
with a sky so blue
and grass so green
I don't know if the world changed, or me.
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