A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
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When will we learn from another
Watching ourselves doing absolutely nothing
Waiting for salvation while it is not earned
Praising yourself worthy of a thought from a higher power
Given you this Earth, here we stand on the fractures
Breaking Her, our beautiful mother, more than yours
She was designed for us, yet we still break her
Dying of a certain disease, one called humanity
Worthy we are not of this life, or even Hers
Fires consume in Her core, but why on the surface
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Twilight hangs over the western horizon, perfectly in sync with the natural setting
The moon is ready to replace its function as the faithful wife of the earth
The sun, which has slipped, seems to understand and is aware of its function to end the causality of its work
They never get tired of complaining about the Creator's orders, even though because of the anomaly in their nature they sometimes envelop each other. That's against their will
The Cosmic Macro Realm always provides peace
However, there are always irregularities caused by the inhabitants of the earth who are always destroying the mini world
This planet is indeed the only place suitable for visiting, although there may be other secret planets that also have inhabitants.
I am one of the millions of people who may be comfortable with the fact that the earth I live on is now old
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Jacaranda
Oh
Jacaranda!
Summer flower
Slow the hour
Down
Oh
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“Love of my life, you / Are lost and I am / Young again.” – Louise Gluck, “Vespers: Parousia”
Love of my life, you
Are lost and the sky is
Gone again.
How beautiful my garden is
full of things that belong to me,
and how dead the earth.
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I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
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[Poets Note : This poem was placed 1st in an International Poetry Contest ]
rain shine so divine
sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~
feet in leather boots
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Rain-shine sound patter
mad hatter
Alice lost in whimper drops
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haiku : metamorphose
stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
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hiku
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still
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Beneath the ash-grey skies of longing,
the earth breathes—not for you,
not for me, but for itself.
A pulse steady, undaunted by
the footsteps we leave behind.
You will see the shadows move,
and not ask why.
You will taste the salt of oceans past,
and still the waves will rise—
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haiku : metamorphose
stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
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hiku
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still
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