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Seema Jul 2017
It fades the darkness
With magnificent gem flares
Standing through the night
Burning with a longing hope
A red stain scented candle



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Tanka
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Seema Jul 2017
The scorching weather,
weighs greatly on the hanging
scarecrow like figures,
in the corn fields of the King,
where laws are homicidal.


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Tanka
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Seema Jul 2017
An empty broken
cup, swaying in two little
hands, of this poor child,
who sits on the aisle of a
dirt road, near the queens highway.


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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Jul 2017
Solid bricks stand to
guard an empty open grave,
in an old graveyard.
What lay beneath?, what we seek?
One, can only imagine!


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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
thymos Jul 2017
humans will go extinct.
all memory will vanish
like it never happened.
look deep into my eyes
as you take me with passion.
Ben Jul 2017
An empty playground
A multicolored hijab
Rainbow on asphalt
Rain drops wetting the sparse trees
Their leaves sounding like drum heads
fueledbysadness Jun 2017
You
(a  tanka)

My lovely sweet pill,
    In this ocean you're my gill.
In dull you're my thrill
    Always knew a dose could ****
    But willing to do it, still.
Do you have someone in mind? I bet you do.
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