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disisdiplim 1w
d a r k
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disisdiplim 2w
She is tormented by pain
She pretends to be numb
She has submerged her emotions
into the depths of her heart
to a point of no return,
So that they dont float around the brim
threatening her sanity.
~diplim
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a n n i h i l a t i o n
The unspeakable contrast
Amidst my barren interior
And my pomp exterior
driving me through catastrophic madness
Its a chaos of metastatic trauma
A kind of annihilation of me by me
The destiny of ice and fire entwined
forever.
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disisdiplim 2w
taradiddle
I haven't been myself lately
I have been prone to taradiddle ideology.
Fragments of me, fragmentary of vainglorious society
Mingled in a trope of theatre of pomp and frivolity
The merry crowd and me
Became one
I danced to their steps of gaiety
Yet the goons of the shadow
Lurked behind my back
Sank it's teeth in my skin
And i knew its darkness calling me home.
The dark tides of gloom
took me in
As soon as I lay on my bed,
staring up to the ripped ceiling
I was thrown in the slumber of dank depths
In a moana where only the monsters dwelled
Screeching they ripped my heart apart
I died for the another night
I will rise with the sun
Yet i shall die with the approaching dusk,each day
As I have been cursed by "tomorrow" and "yesterday"
I will be dying a thousand deaths
dammed ,as I am in a way
Untill the God of death claims my soul
and sets me free.
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disisdiplim 2w
And i can burn all day with the sun
Be as bright as her
But the dusk will undeniably come
And the song in my void will begin
In their talks ,in my own reflection
My failure will peek
And sink its teeth in my flesh,
the grimness will return
And i will know my place
Like a the last leaf of autumn,
red ,withering and fighting
I will fall...
And i will be lost in the darkness
of dark humus.
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disisdiplim 3w
Unloved little girl
Sobbing in a dark corner
Waited for her mother to return
The monsters scared her to the bones
And she was all alone
Some monsters have scales others
appear just like us
Miserable little girl
Curled up had hopes someday
Someone will be her saviour
Sweet little girl grew up
A void grew in her heart along with
her
She fell for the handsome prince
She forgot about the monsters
who wore human skin
In a day of the full moon
The prince morphed himself into the devil
And thew her from the cliff of heartbreak
She fell down
In a world so cruel
Nasty ,full of whispering vixens
The wise old witch met her in the foot of the
hill
And taught her the secrets of heaven
and eternal bliss
Wise Young woman now
She climbed through the cracks into the peak of the hill
crossed hell and confined her fears in a shell
Her void tried calling her at the midnight
She fought a deadly fight
Fighting a war daily against her heart
She was exhausted and tired
Yet she moved her bruised limbs,held her sword
And lived through eternity in war
One day she will win
Zenith of fortitude lay few centuries ahead
Till then she is a work in progress...w o r k i n
P r o g r e s s
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disisdiplim 4w
death
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disisdiplim 4w
moromor mama,
In a dank sulking day
You lay beneath the sheets of your bed
You are lost in a deep slumber
None can wake you up
People are wailing , they seek to see you move
Nothing in the world would compare
to your lust for life, you will to fight
Parts of me twists and dies
Each time ,I think of your grace to a society
that came to veil your body by their banners
and posters but never aided on your needy times
Honest, as you sugar down the crippling treacherous
blood of politics
I wonder,will there ever be an another as you?
The lover of art, the throbbing bard that dreamt of revolutions
The man of science and conscience
The one , true lover of his lovely land of blue hills
and sweet people ,his Assam
The sun of another pious soul sets tonight and there will be no
coming back.
All I could wish for now, is love for you
For wherever you are
They took away the organic you, but you shall always be
a star in the hearts of the people that love you..
With love
Your niece
Mainuᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ,ɢᴏɴᴇ
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disisdiplim 4w
g h o s t s
Ghosts are the memories and feelings
that shook us to our bones
And we never wanna feel them
ever again.
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antheia_ 32w
As the golden orb of fire
prepares for repose
painting the blue welkin
in the tints of amaranthine hues.
A solitary streetlamp stands aglow
in the mirk of night
corsucating a dingy cobbled street
being a companion to many a noctivagant.
On balmy summer evenings
couples stroll past it holding hands
whispering sweet nothings
as teensy bugs chasing its candescence,
swarm around its mellow light.
Whilst in winters it remains lonesome
as the aroma of freshly
baked scones & pastries
wafts softly in the winter breeze.
When it drizzles folks scuttle away
looking for shelter under the eaves
and soffits
till the skies clear up.
Yet the solitary streetlamp stands aglow
when dusk engulfs the cosmopolis,
incessantly gleaming
untill the advent of dawn.
©antheia_
#musings #chasec #poetrywednesday
714~20.
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antheia_ 32w
#poetrywednesday
A pleiades poem.
Glossary:
Hydrargyrum & cuprum: names of mercury & copper metal.
Sidereal: determined or formed by stars.
Stelliferous: full of stars.
715~20.
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antheia_ 32w
#cees_rww_chall #happyc
I'm new here.. but these 8 lines are from my 8
different poems.
For a more legible read-
Shangri-la
She dreams of the utopia.
She left her tenebrous past behind.
Her eyes radiate a colour of true sapphire.
Poetries swim under her pearlescent skin..
She has hopes braided in her hair,
Constellations bejewel her mane.
She is a sonnet written in ember.
She is perfect in her imperfections.
©antheia_
715~20.
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antheia_ 32w
POETRY
Poetry breathes life into my
mundane existence..
It makes my ashen greys light up
in the vivid hues of crimson & cerise..
Poetry...wherein;
pallid words of mine are strung together
with an ethereal titian skein in
mazarine ballads & rosy hymns..
Poetry.. wherein;
silvery lexical beads cascade down the
lofty slopes of my verses..
Poetry... wherein;
on the blank white canvas i paint a piquant painting
spluttering it with smaragdine similes
mauvish metaphors & auburn aliterations.
Poetry....wherein;
my thoughts riding on a carousel
alight..to bring alive the hazy pictures
i oft have in sweven.
©antheia_
#cees_hbm_chall #etherealc
Thank you @mirakee for being such a great platform. Thank you for giving life to my words..you truly are a blessing for novice poets like me.
Here's wishing MIRAKEE a very Happy Birthday.
718~20.
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antheia_ 31w
#hollow #poetryc
A haiku double.
(Syllable order 5:7:5)
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*For a more legible read:
POESY is...
A magical weave
wherein crystalline motifs-
'words' are knitted together.
A hollow sculpture
carved, chisled,dyed & bedecked
with vermeil, red runes.
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GLOSSARY:
Poesy:Poetry
Motif: Design/Pattern
Vermeil: A liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to gold.
Runes: Runes are letters from an alphabet that was used by people in Northern Europe in former times. They were carved on wood or stone and were believed to have magical powers.
720~20.
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antheia_ 31w
TALE OF A TORRENT
She is a torrent.
She is a beatific string
of pellucid drops too.
Pouring from the
fossil grey 'Nimbostratus'.
She descends riding
on a ravenous black
steed of rumbling thunder,
whilst taming the wild howling wind.
Unleashing her fury
she sometimes pounds
sometimes lashes.
Splashes the window panes &
splatters at the tin-roofs.
She moves in a chaotic rhythm.
Bedraggles..
washing away everything in her path.
Other times she falls down as a soft mizzle
quenching the thrist of brazen soil
drenching its core with her sweet nectar
humming a dulcet melody..
She is a wildchild..
Tempestuous
yet calming.
Turbulent yet irenic.
©antheia_
(Tried incorporating some onomatopoeic words)
#mizzlec
721~20.
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