A Mini Poetry Blog
I made myself a cupful warm lavender latte, sit on futon tatami while watching wild deers grazing, at the heart of this neon city, packed by savvy faces and sophisticated converse, I’ve remained a passenger dwelling in nature’s prose. Nothing in my life is about lucky, Nothing in my story is about pretty. And despite…
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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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Today is Christmas Day (December 25th) and my birthday! May you all have a wonderful Christmas 🎄! I have written a little birthday poem to myself this Christmas.❤️🎄😊 To The Christmas Girl: You are always by my side, All stages and all the time, You are everything to me, Brightest star to let me see,…
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Taking in this moment, Let go of some sentiment, Look gleefully with the innocent eyes of a perky bird, Breathe gently with the calming scents of a verdant oak, Play freely with the fun-loving presence of a racy child, Bloom proudly with the sun-loving radiance of a zesty dahlia. And most importantly, remember who you…
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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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I can feel you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea, when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream. I can hear you, when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by, when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye. Strolling with my veiled steps, Into the twilight’s bright path, Echoed within thousands…
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Welcome to the Supreme Court of Humanity! We welcome the bravests among us to file lawsuits, But first we must warn you the rules absolute: Safety and acceptance are always pre-exclude, Appraisal, opprobrium shouldn’t catch you out of blue. Tell us your distress and ordeals, we will put you on the auto trials, In front…
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At last, the creator speaks: My child, To recognise happiness you must first suffer, To understand humanity you must first stagger, To acquire compassion you must first in tear, To encourage bravery you must first meet tiger, Then we will see you climb this magic ladder, to embrace your eternal lover, and spread your lights…
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Like a lady dying young, withering and frail, struggled to keep a queenly compose in her coral veil, Breaking free stern silence, led by the insane, she scolded out what have all been done in vain. Then she’s gone to join the dashing earth in peace, So naughty and tiny, barely showing her final face.…
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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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Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul’s clandestine honesty. I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still, I’m searching for a true gold, risking all the tokens I once behold. I’ve lost…
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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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Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and exploited, condemned. Still, through…
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It’s terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for we must leave so much behind. One that feels lonely, for no one sees the…
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