A Mini Poetry Blog
I am no longer ashamed of love. Have you seen the moonrise? when she rose before sunset, I lingered to watch her, She stood silently in silhouette against the windows, and the brimming sunbeams embraced her, the sky was then pale and sea-blue, The moon was a pinkish golden petal in between. I once was…
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I have been a woman for a long time, where there’s a rose there’re thorns so beware my smile I am treacherous with old Magic So beware my passion they are comedic rage with burning flames Be aware my pride, they’re untouched by blood unrelenting as the curse of love determined, rise again and again…
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I dream of pain, too, of violence, of despair, and suicide. Then wake up knowing, sometimes reality is much merciful than dreams. I tear up my heart into flakes of icy snows, that I may remember how it all began. there was an eclipse and I misplaced my eyes to the blood in the moon, a…
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Throughout the afternoon I watched them, Wintry-leaves falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fabulously in the hazy air. I would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only lonely and more plain. The wind chimes I hung on my patio huddled and strangled slightly. And suddenly my thoughts turned to you Who came…
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Can you believe- by an effort that comforts our hindered hearts: That day you sat beside, I thought you were beautiful. Glisten as silver, your eyes sparkled flowing above that simmering river. Like a rose come tip-toe out of bud, I saw the man’s soul steal in his eyes, And wide in ecstasy I sat…
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How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a…
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In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…
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1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers’ voice heavenly approaching, only to cry out,’ Hey, who first? no time now!’ 2. The family…
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He was mesmerized by the poem ‘Annabel Lee’, So he named me ‘Annabel’, as Papa’s Sweetie, Even when Granny call it all was nothing, but ‘American hippie’. Prophetic tragedy as it might seemed, Me and Annabel Lee stood nothing in common, except the unhappy half-in-heaven sort of daemon, bound to be engulfed by nights’ darkened…
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It’s done, I left. And, disinherited. They sworn I’d be left on my own, So tell me, Good Lords, Have I ever not been on my own? I am weary of the living, Weary of the long, blind struggle; I am weary of the trusting, Where my trusts but torments prove; Weary of the dimly…
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