Speak. . .Is it over? | Short Poem No. 116

Speak. . .Is it over?
Or is it only starting?
Tell me about love. . .

Speak is it over
Photo by T.H. Chia on Unsplash

. . .As a half-moon halves the dark-azure sky.

Out Here by Myself

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If You Still Read Me | Short Poem No. 114

If you still read me
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If you still read me,
Don’t be uneasy to let me go.
I know that I wilted up long ago.

If you still love me, then let me go soon.
If time was life, then your clock has struck noon.
You have a chance to find better-than-me.
Before it is night. . .And you become keen.

Can I babble, like a man who is lost?
I haven’t read you as I turn and toss.

If you still read me,
Don’t be uneasy to let me go.
I know that I wilted up long ago.

The Setting Sun Moves On

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The Setting Sun Moves On | Short Poem No. 113

You’re dead; gone like the setting sun moves on.
Vacant seats on holidays feel lonely.

The setting sun moves on
Photo by Max Ostwalt on Unsplash

What if I forget you as time moves on?
Or should I just . . .Should I just feel lonely?

Unlock My Book

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Unlock My Book and Read Me | Short Poem No. 112

Unlock my book and read me.
Dare yourself to decipher
soul and emotions
and deep, deep notions
that may, or may not,
thrive under calloused skin.

Unlock my book and read me
Photo by Dynamic Wang on Unsplash

My heart will grasp my impressions
and encrypt my perceptions as they leave.
Solely the one who can unravel
will feel me as I bleed.

Short Poem No. 111 (Untitled)

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