A Mini Poetry Blog
I’d love my world be a freshly painted fresco, And I be blessed with the genius of Michelangelo, where I see a fair angel in the marble and carve relentlessly till I set him free; where coloured shapes and misplaced hallows of aged, ineffectual lives melt into white flowers blowing carelessly in the wind, And…
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1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely…
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Along with our madness and wild flowers, there comes the strangest kind of silence, spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings, calling for more…. I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer, so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-binding note. I’d love to be the…
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Beauty are the days that quietly slip away, and night stars brightening never in delay, Velvet blue, silent true, whispering words of long lost lullabies, one shade the more, one ray the less, even my darkest shadow rests now in her nameless grace. When the night draws near, it fills my heart with such dreams…
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The longest distance in the world, Is not between life and death, But when I stand in front of you, Yet you don’t even know that I love you. The longest distance in the world, Is not when I stand in front of you Yet you can’t see my love, But when undoubtedly knowing the…
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Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she’d become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness…
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My heart beating rhythmless, swiftly to arise! Faster even than thought it was done. starring evening cradled tender earth beneath, And night hung over the mountain cone. Already peeking at early dawn lights, Springtime’s rose-beauty glow, it shone upon about lovely faces, lit brightly for me to praise! From a river of clouds the Moon…
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I was pale out of weariness, Of climbing heaven and glancing back on earth. Sliding through heavy clouds and among the glittery stars, I imagined a different birth, One that’s ever changing, like joyful eyes. dreaming above rainbows, I entertained a different faith, One that’s ever changing, like careless youth. I once sang to spring…
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Life can show you mercy, it can tear your soul apart. You’ve walked a lonely road, how far you’ve been from home? May it be when the moon smiles, you come to me with tales of days in goodness spent. May it be when the darkness falls, your heart will again be pure and true.…
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To those who from Heaven above, I beseech for your support and blessings. To those who from Earth underneath, I plea for your justice and benevolence. To those whom I have loved, I forgive myself for all the passing times in which I wasn’t able to offer comfort and companionship. I understand now that it…
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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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See me or not, I am standing right here, Neither sad nor elated; . Miss me or not, The feeling is right here, Neither come nor go;. Love me or not, Love is right here, No more, no less; . With me or not, My hand is in your hand, No gain, no lost; .…
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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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These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution. Blessed are those days and nights. The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin. Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart, between my loving jaded pulses, a twilight is coming, a simmering ray, gently approaching, ringing…
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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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