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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
From the seas to skies
Sun's core shines bright from centre
Watery chaos
I think I've said I'm a big fan of mythology before. This is based on Egyptian mythology of the Lotus flower!
Been a very long day so I promise more poems will come tomorrow, lanterns, sijos, haikus and more!
Have a good night everyone
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

         My heart will bloom like a lotus
                         under the summer sun

     My petals kissed by passion flames
             a languid breeze strokes my lips

        The mouth to my heart opens from
             mud waters as a crown in light

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~
The inspiration continues! I have more Lantern poems in the works, but this is another form of poetry I enjoyed! This is a Sijo, a fabulously short musical lyric practices by Korean poets, to whom it is dedicated! ^-^
Information for Sijo poems is here - go to slide 7&8 (https://www.slideserve.com/debbie/poetry-types-part-two)
Each line has be 14-16 syllables resulting a grand total of 44-46 syllables.
Mine is 14-15-16 syllable line by line with a total of 45!
I swear, my love for East Asia continues to grow.
It's giving me such a buzz!

~  ❀    ✾    ❀ ~

I'll definitely do more Sijo poems and Lantern poems!
Be back soon!
Lyn **

© '❀✾ Inner Lotus ✾❀' by Lyn-Purcell
I've got tunnel vision
Fixated on death
A year passes with every conscious breath
My brain's cell bars seem to be closing on themselves
Mind Solitary confinement
Where my best friend is a dead rat that wouldn't stop talking
I'm slowly but surely crushed to death
He died on his back staring at me with a grin if a rat could ever have one
A million tiny spiders leave its bowels
Insect mandated seppuku
"you even **** at dying you scrap"
Crack
The slowest bone crack if there ever was one
As if bending your bones like rubber before breaking like egg shells
"There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt"
I guess that's what the song's about
There wouldn't be a better song to die to
Crack
Written on May 19th '18
We live in a grey city
Where the sun burns and the night suffocates
The city of calming loudness and deafening silence
My thoughts and sounds of flickering Fluorescent lights
Smoke from crashing astral flights
Innocent flaming childish kites
Dancing clowns censor horrific sights
And they think that it's right
To shackle our minds from reaching heights
They know they'll never might
So they stuff you in mental solitary cell so tight
Solitude in darkness, wishing for the faintest light
There's no God in the city, and no body gives a *****
This is how it feels to live in Saudi Arabia, most especially my hometown Qatif.

Written on May 31st '18
lonewolf17 Jun 2018
To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.

From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.

Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.

However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
playfulness arises.
Inside the water I am,
can’t breathe,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.

I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.
Dinodust May 2018
She was awake at an ungodly hour
In the kitchen

Looking out the window
The view of her wooded backyard
Dark and obscured

A knife in hand
She cut through bread, cheese and meat
Making her meal for tomorrow

Her dog walked in
A wolf-like beast
She heard the clicking of his nails on the tile

She fed him
The smallest sliver

But
This became routine
And the dog wanted more
And more
Every night

So she fed it
More
And
More
Every night

Every night
And
Everyday

The slivers getting
Bigger
And
Bigger

Until




Nothing was left

Until he had taken

More

Than she had given
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
Watching over the holy land
Let see the flames
Where up above
Is the endless starry sky
Where there are so many names
That we can finally understand
What it is to love
Underneath a cloth's new day
Where we can't run away
In the face
Of this glorious place
Where we do nothing but try
Jewel M C Apr 2018
i had a dream
                            that i died

out if the blue
i wasn't alive,
& they drew
my chalk outline
with pink chalk
on the sidewalk
where my body lied,
delicately draped
across grey pavement
& through the cracked cement
a single yellow dandelion
appeared, in full bloom
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