Fragments of a life not lived

1. waters dark and deep raging with angst just learning how to swim will I reach the other side Or find solace In between? 2. I slept well yesterday chirping birds greet me ask for their feed hunger drives the world I wonder if they think about skies beyond 3. A page fell of the … Continue reading Fragments of a life not lived

Irrevocable

The forest looked inviting in the morning lightI t held a promise to freedom, visuals bright I breathe in fresh air, grass beneath my feet I take off blindfolds, as my tired feet bleed It held a promise to freedom, visuals bright I'm a little scared now in an unknown place I take off blindfolds, … Continue reading Irrevocable

Rebellion

blinding ray of light strikes, crosses her thoughtsThey are insane, they believe they are God They nurse illusions in very huge lotsThey play power games, but don't know the odds He moved a finger, and said 'Follow this'failed again to see brewing resentment "Forget your schedules, just give those a miss"He cannot see a mind … Continue reading Rebellion

Dark alleys

Photo by Soulful Piz How could I know what I’m getting into? Neptunian vision snaked its way through dark How could I know what I’m getting into? Stakeholders showed glimpses of Noah’s ark How could I know what I’m getting into? It looked like a platform to make my mark How could I know what … Continue reading Dark alleys

Maniac’s Dance

Previous poem The dance of a maniac lacks the grace of a gymnast the gay abandon in expression of joy calculated steps to build a rhythm The dance of a maniac disturbs the balance of tolerant earth stirs spasmodic earthquake energy to unearth some more madness The dance of a maniac Strives - to make … Continue reading Maniac’s Dance

He’ll not go there

I know he'll not go there peace, happiness reign where He finds value in rants seeks power in dumb chants it takes much less effort than knowing you fall short offence is best defence so that's the preferred stance I know he'll not go there peace, happiness reign where https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/22/mtb-hopscotch-with-anapestic-tetrameter/

Spikes

the lump in my throat grows a new spike every day can’t swallow or eject It injects venom through a new spike every day to induce negativity the mind can’t reject thoughts stored in cells encounter spikes every day they can’t eliminate but just act… https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/08/mtb-the-body-poetry/ https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/15/open-link-290-live-edition/

Circles

Well, I had fun playing around with online tools and doing this one. Thank you, Peter. for hosting this one. Here's the pantoum I wrote.. not going anywhere's an artjust going round in circles...but worlds are what they arefor they go around in cycles just going round in circlesmanipulate eyes to see, agreefor they go … Continue reading Circles