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How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!
How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!
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The verse & Vison Podcast
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the cipher of hollow bodies
homogeny
couples that cling and clapse
in the debris
of fraudulent love
echoed through a wooden lapse
swallowed in the expanse of time and space
dying beneath gossamer wings
of an eventide dove
never realizing its rightful place
What have we become?
Family with wooden hearts
We ask for new life.
Norwegian Wood would
Eleanor Rigby could
Walrus climbed into my brain
Since then, never been the same
Hey Jude, chanting from a field
Strawberries in New York killed
Lennon, genius or jester?
Then Yoko screamed; bless her
Sitar George, oh My Lord
Harikrishna put to the sword
Fools on hills, never seen
Help, Paul, he's just too clean
I lean against you.
You lean against me.
Supporting each other.
It's positioning you see.
But, then what will happen,
If one of us gets moved?
Will positioning change?
Will we stay in the groove?
Will the box even help?
Will it support us in pain?
Will the loss of the body,
Bring way too much rain?
I lean against you.
You lean against me.
Supporting each other.
It's positioning you see.
✴ENVY ✴
Speechless can't talk or explain.!
Many stations and we all in one train.
People in life are just travellers always they want to avoid pain.
And I'm thinking about what did you gain?!
Only eyes and nose. Fingers and toes. Normal, but their essence with strain.
With eyes can see, but where is the vision?!
With ears refuse to hear any old or new addition.!
With tongue calls only for division.!
With heart full of pressure!.
With mind hasn't any passion!.
And look! You made me fall in the web of depression.
You made me envy the toys from wood.
They can feel each other. Yes, they could.
I'm sure that everything surround me understood.
Except you! Are you blind or mute?!
✨Marwa ✨
11/2/2019
Wooden toys old fashioned and tough,
I found them as I unpacked his stuff.
Searching for answers, clues now that he's gone,
Even though his memory lingers on.
So often he fought them in a made up ring,
Boxers and memories, so many things.
My tears eased from my face with a smile,
Maybe I will unpack in a little while.
#oldfashionedtoys #realisticpoetry #growingup #forgottenthings