"nonreciprocating" poems
It wants of drink
But it cannot quench it's thirst,
It wants of food
But no buffet can appease,
This heart's appetite
It's want for love cannot;
Be satiated by any external thing,
But love itself and it lies
Nonreciprocating
Bouncing back and forth
Against cold glass
In a mirrored room
Without a window to look out,
At the world so bright
Filled with this feeling
It's missing,
Holding out for that one
She of daydreams
Of fake memories,
Whom this heart pleaded
For on bent knee;
To many a shooting star...
© okpoet
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
I am but a tiny dot
on this gargantuan landscape
As I expel these viscous tears
the Pacific Ocean rages
I used to think I was as invincible
as the unspoiled Mount Kailash
My drive unconquerable
as a small child's deepest desires
But I have lost many battles
and I feel my identity slipping away
Revealing my soul too much
to the dampness of a cave
Nonreciprocating
hollow
No direction
just like an unmarked road
I belong to the Earth
I am rooted to its misery
Just like a magnolia tree
shedding in the winter
Born again in the spring
until the cycle repeats
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC