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I'll pick my poison,
Pick my mortality too
And scribble it down
Forgetting all as I flow,
By the hue of the tempest.
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This new found cadence,
This instrumental framing,
Such woven madness,
Such pleasurable pattern
Undeniable mixing.
Jaslin Goh Oct 2018
The hurting tree writhes
See the ivy all around
Its mistakes they bind
You may not see as I do
There is life if you look close
Trying my hand at a 5-7-5-7-7 syllabus, enjoy!
Solaris Lanayru Oct 2018
Through the mists I see
A hidden valley shrouded
In cold chilly air
A mystic place of beauty
A beautiful sight to see
My first Tanka poem
raven arcane Oct 2018
you have come to me
been crying over spilled milk
it was ironic
for you are the cause, the one
who recklessly pushed the glass


—a.c.
It has been so long since I've last written, now my "skills" became rusty. Another Japanese poetry yay
raphæl Oct 2018
"Dad, fix the window!"
kids gathered to watch his craft:
woodwork cracked nail bent
he never tried to know much
but that fed them and paid rent
Eternally moved by this profound memory.
Colm Oct 2018
Downfall ever sharp
Rainwards on the steeple tall
Propped up on one arm
The building farce built of old
Refuses to fall down cold
I guess Rainwards is a word now. Via Raindrops On An Old Roof, A Tanka.
Colm Oct 2018
No more shadows reign
No more the dark running waves
For they have crashed, yes
And will pass inquisitive
As no darker means will last
All unpleasantness will pass and crash. Like the waves at sea. Dark and rolling.
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