Brittlest poems on Hello Poetry

Afrodita Nestor Feb 2014

How do you find your soul mate?
Is it by a chance or is in the fate?
Is it written in the stars or in our natal chart?
How to find this missing part?

How do we know?
Does it have to snow?
How does it feel?
Do we have to kneel?

Why does it hurt?
And makes it all that worse?
When we make one mistake
Are we all just forsake?

Will the other know?
Will he maybe glow?
Will there be a sign?
Or will he maybe shine?

If we ever meet
Will it be on the street?
Or maybe at the sea?
Do I have to climb a tree?

Should I just go on
Or should I wait till dawn?
Has the chance drove past?
How long this battle lasts?

I don’t have any strength
I don’t have the body length
To stretch out every day
Just to be betrayed

So what is wrong with the world?
Why is it so tough and curled?
Why is it so hard to see?
Why is it so hard to be?

I just have the brittlest heart
That doesn’t want to fall apart
I just have the frailest soul
That needs the one to fill the hole

All I want is just a proof
That I am not the only goof
All I need is just my fate
To take me to my soul mate

Cinzia Feb 2018

Sonnet for a Flea

I season my lies with grains of truth
which make the average story worth its salt
it touches me between the tongue and tooth
so every falsehood shines without a fault

what's true is slippery banana peel
your story flips the coin of one I tell
believing only one side shows what's real
buys you a ticket to a special layer of hell

so hold your facts lightly let them fly
watch their feathers turn from royal blue to gray
know you know nothing 'til the day you die
for truth is shaped from brittlest of clay

Truth is lighter than the tiniest of flea
its bitter bite jars us into harsh reality

what a waste Jan 2018

Drown the Tide

A beacon beckons autumn a month before the climb
like a busy little bee drumming up an appetite.
How many times must the down be dyed
before the lowest of tides gets stuck to the sky?
We descend to the deep when them hills turn steep
and reach for the quill when the fleece won't leap.
He dreamt on the sheets like the waves on a beach
til the brittlest of his fleet ceased to leak.
Rise and shine, concrete feet, you were made to sink.
Took to the zinc like a Great to a tank;
he was bred to think but forced to shrink.
Everyday it's the plank, despite the wake.
It was there on the brink where he found his bake.

Travelling ToHell Mar 2020

Tribulation

Your smile nukes me, obliterates logic, burns my bridges to sanity,
Your eyes, deep depths of the ocean, my covert escape from reality
This feeling it seems so wrong, but feels just about right
Some moments of ecstasy, some days spent feeling contrite
The heart so very forgetful of the past, the pains and the ache
These dreams made of brittlest of glass, bound to crash and break
It takes me further away from the truth, my wild running imagination
Dropping these anchors, my words may need to weather, storms of tribulation.

After a few days of high flying, I'm back to where I was, Ground Zero. Course correction to hell. Normal service resumed.

#falselove #poetry #love #realization

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