The Dark Side of the Moon | Short Poem No. 85

I’m looking at the dark side of the moon.
My eyes are open as I cannot sleep.
Is it because I went to bed so soon
That my mind wanders to lands that are bleak?

Dark Side of the Moon
Photo by Tiago Fioreze on Unsplash

Dark Side of the Moon.
Some Places Never See Light.
So, Too, Thoughts at Night.

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Stacked Rocks on the Beach | Short Poem No. 84

Stacked Rocks on the Beach.
They’re like tomorrow’s worries
On a Lazy Day.

Stacked Rocks on the Beach
Photo by Pavel Anoshin on Unsplash

But there is no twist.
Sometimes you have to let go.
Just lay on the beach.

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Clichés

I read this today, and liked it so much. Just wanted to give it a reblog

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You asked what I have to offer?

Well nothing much.

Few poetries, painted pots
and your sketches on
coffee dipped sheets.
Weird music, witty remarks
and book stores
of nearby streets.

Few jars of nutella,
breakfast dates,
And wind chimes
on your gates.

We both know
I’m not going to stay.
I promise not to leave
your world, pale and grey.

You’ll start to know metaphors
maybe fall for cliches too?
Love is not supposed to hurt
I will prove this to you.

I promise you’ll learn to go out,
whether it’s summer or snow.
Rain will stop stealing your smile,
I’ll teach you to paint rainbow.

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Regrets before Death | Poetry Remix No. 25

Even hearts of gold have regrets before death.
Because that’s what I have – a heart of gold.
But lately, this heart’s been numb as the rest.
But lately, this heart has been getting old.

But I press on and on and on and on.
On and on and on but not getting done.
Will I stop when my heart gets cold and numb?
Or will I just press on and on and on?

Regrets Before death
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

Like a blind fire,
my rage burns on and burns on
and it’s more and more.

Regrets before dying
Photo by Alfred Kenneally on Unsplash

And the fire gets more and more and more,
But my eyes always stay sealed, shut tight.
It gets more but doesn’t feel real.
And I’ll break your heart of glass,
break this heart of glass.
Only regrets
will remain
before
death.

Regrets before death
Photo by Dima Pechurin on Unsplash

Don’t let it happen to you, too.

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The Stage of My Life | Sonnet Remix No. 21

This is the stage of my life – here and now.
But you are the star of my performance.
I have to engage but I don’t know how.
Yet your blood in my veins feels enormous.

Your breathe gives new life to my dead spirit.
It pulls me up to face this hurricane.
My vision’s changed; I no longer fear it –
The thought of being consumed by the pain.

When the storms come, I feel a holy wrath.
A determination to stand for You.
I’ll flatten anything blocking my path.
I’m ready to take on what will ensue.

But sweat runs heavy, adrenaline fades.
And I’m pulled down by relentless burdens.
I just don’t want to do this anymore
if I was honest and just told the truth.

It’s not easy to walk this road I choose.
But when I’ve already won, I won’t lose.

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