She came late Last night

A Romance poem
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The strong wind blew
With its airy Hand,  
carries my hair to the cloud
Like a lone wolf,  sitting alone
I await her arrival

Even when the rain started
Drenching my sticky skin
Taped to the window with faraway look
Longing to see her sunlight smile
One that fights sadness and sorrow

Sat upon the window side
The wooden bench start to complain
Of my sitting all day,  
I've got all day to wait
For the key to my happiness

Watching the rain beget cat and dog
And the thunder clap
Eyes closing on its own accord
With my bed longing for friction
While the bench won the fight

She came late last night
That I am sure of
Deep in my subconscious
Am getting rid of the thought
With her not beside me in bed


©Pen Of A True Gemini™
A free verse poetry

Sweet Scent On The Breeze

An Haiku poem (Wind)
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Propel the birds up
Flowers dance at a mere touch
Also tree's soulmate

Unseen,  yet so real
Comfort giver,  in the heat
All corners of world

It flows,  even roars
Lethal,  if it is a storm
Still, serve as relief

Friend of a sailor
The voyager's ship power
Gift of the nature

Sweet scent on the breeze
The wind carries aromas
Pleasing the schnozzle


©Pen Of A True Gemini™
A stoic writer

Stretch Across The Face

A free verse poem
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A dirt on the porcelain platter
Stretch across the face
With the eye keen on it
While the mind won't stray

A lion piggy backing a deer
And The prey so happy
Had he know beforehand
The predator don't play

The eye lid flutter
Straining to kiss the nose
Ignoring the brain's warning
He can see but only hazily

Raven took a likening for the peacock
Admiring its flashy feather
Oh the raven seems to forget
That his black is also shiny

For man don't care
But the heart and soul do
If the heart loves not
The sky won't be blue


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Delicate Lace

A  Blank verse
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Fastening the strings of my broken pure heart
Like a book without its cover,  naked
Where I once found solace,  now home for pain
Damaged , like a bird stripped of it feather

Enjoy Torturing my flailing poor soul
Like a Sybarite,  a pleasure seeker
The wind clap, fire blaze, and the sun boil
Yet,  she seek not to heal the wounded soul

Tale as old as time,  pain as old as age
When your axe cut branches off my tall tree
Helplessly I sank,  in the sea of woe
With my boat capsized, delicate Lace torn

The shoes might worn out,  the cover may tear
But the strength of the shoe,  delicate lace

©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Art,  A stoic writer

Playing Harmony

A Sonnet (10 syllables,  abab, cdcd, efef, gg)
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Lies that i speak every day hurt me much
My conscience take much of the deep blow
the arrows of faith pierce me in the church
Sacred light in my vein,  lies stop its flow

playing harmony is my days  facade
Never sleeping tight with fear in the eye
Like a burnt fish,  or a rotten salad
tug in chest, pang of pain, hit my bull's eye

Series of sorrow,  process down to thoughts
The intent to deceive,  grows into air
Thoughts are then scribbled on paper as words
Air which I breath, for now turn to my flair

For the world may seems so so crude and cruel
But lies we told,  serves as fire with fuel

©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Art and lit,  A stoic writer

Open strings

A Dirge Poem
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The sky trembled,  opening its door
A fallen angel's ascension
While the soul flew through the void
Afterlife,  tottering and hurtling
deity of a man is gone

Fire is succeeded by ash
A man's life is continue by his pride
Dwelling and wallowing in despair
With his heart giving doxology to Death,  
That sat on his half closed eye lid

Though his mind felt obnoxious
What can it do against the mighty hand of death,
That snake its arm over the man's spine
How will man live for eternity
When the soul is promised death

The man is gone,  the flame is off
Death,  the savior from pain
Using its pestle to poke the ear
Dominating the weakened spirit
With promising tale of ecstasy  

©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Art and Lit.

Refracting Light

A dark poem
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The light shimmers
Against the ruins I called house
Where creatures of the dark dines with me
Haunted by wailing voice And hope,
death could kiss me on the forehead

Skulls and bones lays
Pile upon piles,  forming my bed
The well of my tears long dried up
Howls causes me to tremble
Death,  why won't you come

Tied down with thorny ropes
With live fire coursing through my vein
Days upon days,  grief on grief
The moon hung loosely in the sky
Darkness envelope the terrain

My eyes felt sore looking,
Watching the drowning sun
Threatening to shoot out of its threshold
Azure sky turns to flake
And sprinkles the land with drought


©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Gemini Art,  a stoic writer