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Naveen Malhotra Nov 2020
I often pick up
Best flowers
From my garden
For my vase
In my bedroom
I do this
With pride
I excercise
Considering me
The owner
Of my garden
Here I commit
An error
Signs of
Some terror
For me
To realise
Lease holder
Became owner
He leased
For life
The realisation
Didn't end here
A consoling logic
Emerged from within
Why nice people
Die so early
He is the Owner
Of His vast garden
All nice things
Are His flowers
He picks up
The best ones
For His Vase
After all
He is the King!
Michael R Burch Sep 2020
Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to grind a living,
dream each scented night of such perfumes
as drew us to the window, to the moonlight,
when all the earth was steeped in cobalt blue―
an eerie vase of achromatic flowers
bled silver by pale starlight, losing hue.

The night begins her waltz to waiting sunrise―
adagio, the music she now hears;
and we who in the sunlight slave for succor,
dreaming, seek communion with the spheres.
And all around the night is in crescendo,
and everywhere the stars’ bright legions form,
and here we hear the sweet incriminations
of lovers we had once to keep us warm.

And also here we find, like bled carnations,
red lips that whitened, kisses drawn to lies,
that touched us once with fierce incantations
and taught us love was prettier than wise.

Keywords/Tags: day, night, love, rhyme, moon, moonlight, pockmarked, craters, window, vase, flowers, fragrance, starlight, music, spheres, communion, crescendo, lovers, kisses, lies, love, unwise
William Marr Jul 2020
standing by the window
an emaciated vase
is singing a sentimental ballad
while tearing down
from its heart
petal by petal
the withered
H A Vitatoe Dec 2019
There was a space
Between the vase
& the wall
Pyrrha Jun 2019
If you need someone to hold you together let me be the vase to your beautiful bouquet
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 26

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

As a green blossom, I came solemnly from the divine nature of sacred dust,

And flourish the whole garden with my floral scent and sensuous beauty!

But key part of my sacred dust wondrously become a precious vase,

And I ended peacefully up my divine nature Into that precious vase,

Allowed possible life to us by the sacred dust!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
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