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Many moons ago
I hath locked aroint my love and emotions,
in the depth of my being.
Perchance on the morrow there would dawn a solution,
a solution to this heavy some woe I hold.
Alas,
to no prevail,
I was lost.
My will doth decide to become my foe.
Until thee came wither withal the answer.
Thou held the key,
the key to my heart
Dr PRERNA SINGLA Oct 2015
When the autumn dawns,
Nosedive like a wither'd leaf,
Fly with the pinions of air,
From the terra firma
Rise like a phoenix

When the autumn dawns,
Upswing like disrob'd tree,
Robb'd of every bling,
Uncloth'd
But thriving still

When the autumn dawns,
Fly like windy breeze,
In the clutches of
Your hawk-claws, carry
The moribund leaves and twigs

When the autumn dawns,
Settle like rich soil,
Lose enough to let go,
Strong enough
to hold on.

Dear Friend, When the autumn of life dawns,
Carry aroint deceas'd past,
Fly in a direction new
Stand strong and recreate
Thyself like a phoenix.

Copyright Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 21 SEPT. 2015.
Summary: Autumn- the season of the fall... the write is about the autumn of life, taking inspiration from nature, the poetess wants to convey the message to her friends that when autumn of life dawns be like leaves, withered but flow with the winds to recreate when things r favorable.. like winds carry away the dead past, like trees still stand strong, like soil lose the unimportant n hold on to important relationships. . When autum of life dawns, dont lose hope, fight, survive n reborn as phoenix..
anna Apr 2019
her skin was ice cubes to the touch, yet I still clutched them,
beseeching the Lord that she might rise and envelop me;
shoving vociferous hospital beeps from my aural senses,
that I may hear her breathe and see her chest cadence with death,

my diamond eyes see plastic tubes strung to hospital beds
and I willed her to rise and hug me;
still, she simply lay forsaken and feeble,
as a wounded dove writhing in its' own blood.
as the beeps began dancing aroint,
the monster, extinguished by a switch-

there went a life and a soul that I loved.
Girlamo Barbato Dec 2020
Receiveth that lady out of thy stony desolation
Her encephalon singeth melodies of starvation
Her heart is fill'd with pangs of a hungry void, butchering all sensation
Is hopeth and peace encased in the dark places?
‘r in the lighteth that aroint from her?
The lady knoweth the knowledge but yet to seeketh the problem
Hunt her with thy partisan of sorrow


How savage can life floweth?
All the lady hath left is this broken boat
Desire and tranquility the lady is sure to findeth
Cleansed and swepth away from her swinish mind
Tormented past creeps on her backeth, disappearing whenever the lady behold behind her
The lady can hark tis frighted voice reappearing in the back of her pate, taunting her as the lady soul of symphonies
The moon holds any actuality

Couldst the lady just lie f'r a moment life?
Canst catching but a wink beest h'r getaway?
The lady can’t escapeth her nightmare
But it’s the only escapeth from reality

Life is begging her to grant t one more hap
But the lady end'd up realizing tis real and not fantastical
Upon her is a falsified world that cost to exist
Birds liveth longer
Gudgeon breatheth m're
And ants art stout'r

O Lord giveth that lady thy breatheth of life
Some people crave to believeth the lacking valor instead of the valorous
O Lord maketh her alive
Giveth her a seel man’s eye
The lady wanteth to gape through the window and seeth a perfect welken
Tilt at a diff'rent angle
She sitteth, waiting until the Lord blows out her taper
Partisan puncturing a spirit of sorrow
Hope and peace

— The End —