Perspective Poems
I Love Pumpy He Cutie
by Brady Stewart
What is my headache
Likely my own ornamented nutrient deficiency.
In a moment,
I will fix that inconsistency,
And self-report back to thee.
This is in hindsight,
But holy, I shat words until I ate a salad
That pumpkin over there,
Pumpy as we call him,
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Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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Thunder Divine
by Ankit Srivastava
Lavish green land was rich and fine
Said, go away Oh thunderclouds, you are scary and malign
Green became grey in a matter of time
Praying for clouds, the land was crying
They came back, fading the sun’s shine
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To Be Frog Legged
by Brady Stewart
A frog,
Unto another lily pad.
Plip.
There are different bugs here.
Blip
Did you hear it?
No!
Not the tongue.
Or the hop
But it's the reason for the plip plop.
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Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
New Year
by Em Beedee
You had an
aberrant flamboyance of vision
The turning of the year
mattered not to you
And all the things that weighed heavy on me
this worst of years
You said no, I didn't understand:
because the stag beetle still flies,
and the glaciers are not here
Did I not remember Pech Merle
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26. Dear Acquaintance
by Kea Campbell
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
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24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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