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Slime-God Apr 27
Watching saplings grow
A young crow awaits their fruit
Plucking it's feathers
Patience was never my strong suit, nor was nurture, perhaps in spite of this something beautiful will grow, fit even for a fickle crow
π™Όπš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš'𝚜 πš›πšŽπšœπšŽπš›πšŸπšŽπš πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ
πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŠπš’πšπš’πš—πš , πš πš‘πš˜'𝚜 πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πš’ πšπš˜πš› πš–πš’ πšŽπš‘πš’πšœπšπšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ..
Someone's waiting for you... someone's so happy that you are under the same sky , breathing the same air ...
hopefully to meet someday..
Zywa Apr 14
An automated

answer produces a queue --


Length invisible.
Collection "Half The Work"
it's still there
sitting still inside those bars
the pages we drew together
not yet finished
will it still sit there
to many more chapters together, as they say
or
will it be covered in dusts
somewhere no one knows it exists
Mark Wanless Mar 9
i don't have to be
perfect i smell am ugly
she's waiting for me
Mark Toney Mar 7
wasting well water wishes
while in wastewater wading
waiting waist-high wailing
weeping, wailingβ€”
what a waste!

wasting well water wishes
while we're waxing waning
waning waxing waging
waging, wastingβ€”
wherewithal!

wanting well water wishes
while whole world wishing
wasting wishing wanting
wanting wishingβ€”
whole wide world!

welcome well water wishes
while we're wakeful watching
wakeful watchmen warning
warning watchingβ€”
wonderful!

whew!!

Mark Toney Β© 2022
Poetry form: Alliteration - Mark Toney Β© 2022
Zywa Feb 12
I do not dare yet,

I wait and leave it to chance --


which does not arise.
"Binnen de huid" ("Inside the skin", 2009, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad"
Zywa Feb 9
A downpour: people

run to the ice-cream parlour --


to lick waiting time.
Collection "Between where"
Sandman Jan 16
People grow old
Like the withered roads they drive on
Like the houses who hold them while they dream
Forgetting their future one second at a time

The day after tomorrow
And the day before yesterday
Slipping away into distant worlds

People pretend to be people
Forgetting yesteryears memories
Who will be the last one standing

People wait nervously
For something that is nothing
For nothing that is something
Perpetuating endlessly
(Dreaming of black sheep)
A paradigm of calm insanity

People cry out into the dark
But only the soft ticking of clocks answers
Killing time with each inhale
Killing themselves with each exhale

In the end
The question is the same
On the hospital bed
Or on the battlefield
"What did I do to deserve this?"

Soil and flame pick apart the body
A ghost remains
The black sheep
Rama Krsna Jan 2
many a night
i lie awake
with remembrances of your silky touch
and a zillion rousing thoughts
racing through my occidental mind.
each time,
longing for that soft embrace
laced with the hope of it all.

tossing,
turning,
just waiting....
for the elusive sleep to descend


Β© 2022
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