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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku

Shhhhhh....

a pray'r for silence

as charred embers solemnly

fizzle in the rain

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Shhhhhh....

a pray'r for silence
as charred embers solemnly
fizzle in the rain
#poetry  #philosophy  #pain  #quiet  #sadpoems 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Last Leaf

Here's to the enduring leaf,

the last to fall,

marking the tail winds

of the fall,

the final drop

as autumn leaves

one last warm breath

before its silent collapse—

a golden kiss on the sod

—as a way to welcome

the anticipated arrival,

the severe frosty bite

from the gelid tears

of a frigid winter's

relentless

blow.

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Last Leaf
Here's to the enduring leaf,
the last to fall,
marking the tail winds
of the fall,
the final drop
as autumn leaves
one last warm breath
before its silent collapse—
a golden kiss on the sod
—as a way to welcome
the anticipated arrival,
the severe frosty bite
from the gelid tears
of a frigid winter's
relentless
blow.
#poetry  #nature  #seasons  #sadpoems  #autumnleaves 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Almost

Oh, dear

I wish to answer questions

and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague

I barely saw it;

and whispers were too soft

I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes

were too subtle,

I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question

that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song

that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem

that was (almost) never written?

Never begins

with Nothing.

Almost

made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real

the way it is

at my End.

How to know

if it was the End?

Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning

and end of Almost?

It begins with all;

it ends with most.

----

(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy
Almost
Oh, dear
I wish to answer questions
and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague
I barely saw it;
and whispers were too soft
I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes
were too subtle,
I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question
that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song
that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem
that was (almost) never written?

Never begins
with Nothing.
Almost
made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real
the way it is
at my End.

How to know
if it was the End?
Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning
and end of Almost?

It begins with all;
it ends with most.

----
(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)
#poetry  #philosophy  #thoughts  #sadpoems 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Flash Fiction

Inside Joke

the jester made a joke

wait, there might be two

and presented to the court

no one noticed

but the queen

and on her regal throne

she suppressed her laugh

she had to keep it in

her stomach hurt

she was nearly in tears

"Are you all right,

your highness?"

what to say?

"I just had a long day;

I'm more than okay."

sweet reply

with thanks

naught but her composed smile

when in fact

she needed to let out

the hidden hysterical laugh

but release it, she could not

amusement from the favored one

demands an explanation

yet, the joke was meant for her alone

so how to explain the paleness

and the horrible attempt

at a poker face?

class she never lacked

royal dignity intact

shoulders gracefully pulled back

Did she get it?

asked the royal fool

to himself

s i l e n c e

the regal frame

shook inside with mirth

that was never heard

of course

the clown should know better

that the queen was a bit smarter

inside joke, inside laugh

so the joke had had its worth

well, funny how humor works

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Flash Fiction
Inside Joke
the jester made a joke
wait, there might be two
and presented to the court

no one noticed
but the queen
and on her regal throne
she suppressed her laugh

she had to keep it in
her stomach hurt
she was nearly in tears

"Are you all right,
your highness?"

what to say?

"I just had a long day;
I'm more than okay."

sweet reply
with thanks
naught but her composed smile

when in fact
she needed to let out
the hidden hysterical laugh
but release it, she could not

amusement from the favored one
demands an explanation
yet, the joke was meant for her alone

so how to explain the paleness
and the horrible attempt
at a poker face?

class she never lacked
royal dignity intact
shoulders gracefully pulled back

Did she get it?
asked the royal fool
to himself

s i l e n c e

the regal frame
shook inside with mirth
that was never heard

of course

the clown should know better
that the queen was a bit smarter

inside joke, inside laugh

so the joke had had its worth
well, funny how humor works
#fiction  #poetry  #mystery  #humor  #silence 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness

Vanity

the mirror gaped at her

no, it was her(self)

who looked this time

reflections of her past

just hurt

one look

one stroke it took

the mirror broke

each piece she looked

her image stayed

not just one anymore

she saw her(self)

in jagged glass

splinters stung her eyes

a thousand fragments

all looked at her

all cracks and shards

all shape and size

all with her eyes

she swept the floor

until there was no more

aside from tears

why did she look?

vain Alice

missed her land

new mirror

her door, she thought

but Wonderland’s inside her

one look

one stroke it took

it was her(self)

who broke her heart

this time

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Vanity
the mirror gaped at her
no, it was her(self)
who looked this time

reflections of her past
just hurt
one look
one stroke it took

the mirror broke
each piece she looked
her image stayed
not just one anymore

she saw her(self)
in jagged glass
splinters stung her eyes
a thousand fragments

all looked at her
all cracks and shards
all shape and size
all with her eyes

she swept the floor
until there was no more
aside from tears

why did she look?
vain Alice
missed her land

new mirror
her door, she thought
but Wonderland’s inside her
one look
one stroke it took

it was her(self)
who broke her heart
this time
#fantasy  #poetry  #philosophy  #alice  #sadpoems 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness

Time and time again...

it’s that particular time

    in the morning

    when the first sounds are heard

    other than heartbeats

         cock-a-doodle-doos

    alarm bells

    train horns

         chirps

         honks

         beeps

    foot shuffles

    switch clicks

    moonglow fades

last melody of the night ends

    dreams bottled

    clarity settles

    darkness parts

midway, a line starts

light paints a spectrum

everything comes alive

    night retires

horizons ascending

    tides lowering

sands start warming

cool breezes moving

    clouds parting

    fogs lifting

dewdrops leave the grass

    lighter blades at last

    cleaner greens

sun ray-showers begin

    bluer skies

    open eyes

    senses high

    spirits fly

    it’s a lot like that

I can imagine

that’s what happens when

    night and day

    sun and moon

    heaven and earth

        extend the world

            with sweet goodbyes

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Time and time again...
it’s that particular time
    in the morning
    when the first sounds are heard
    other than heartbeats

         cock-a-doodle-doos
    alarm bells
    train horns
         chirps
         honks
         beeps
    foot shuffles
    switch clicks

    moonglow fades
last melody of the night ends
    dreams bottled
    clarity settles

    darkness parts
midway, a line starts
light paints a spectrum
everything comes alive
    night retires

horizons ascending
    tides lowering
sands start warming
cool breezes moving
    clouds parting
    fogs lifting

dewdrops leave the grass
    lighter blades at last
    cleaner greens
sun ray-showers begin

    bluer skies
    open eyes
    senses high
    spirits fly

    it’s a lot like that
I can imagine
that’s what happens when
    night and day
    sun and moon
    heaven and earth
        extend the world
            with sweet goodbyes
#poetry  #philosophy  #life  #time 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Micropoetry

Irony

in putting up walls

I feel free

in leaving my cage

I trapped me

I lose myself

in my sanity

I keep myself

with the insanity

I say to myself, I'm sorry

I hope I can forgive me

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Micropoetry
Irony
in putting up walls
I feel free

in leaving my cage
I trapped me

I lose myself
in my sanity

I keep myself
with the insanity

I say to myself, I'm sorry
I hope I can forgive me
#poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #opinion  #sadpoems 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Poet-Muse

the world is my poet

the world is my muse

I am thy poet

I am thy muse

read and be read

be what thou choose

words to regret

words to refuse

poems that we get

poems that we lose

the world is thy poet

the world is thy muse

be thou my poet

be thou my muse

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Poet-Muse
the world is my poet
the world is my muse

I am thy poet
I am thy muse

read and be read
be what thou choose

words to regret
words to refuse

poems that we get
poems that we lose

the world is thy poet
the world is thy muse

be thou my poet
be thou my muse
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #writing  #love 
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To the best of your ability, tell us which would you choose or which one is better - A broken heart or An empty one! If you will, please include the 'Why'. #BrokenOrEmpty Tag me, if you want!! Happy writing, y'all :)
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Micropoetry

Right?

A broken heart spills

and will soon be empty.

At least it bleeds out 

poetry.

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To the best of your ability, tell us which would you choose or which one is better - A broken heart or An empty one! If you will, please include the 'Why'. #BrokenOrEmpty Tag me, if you want!! Happy writing, y'all :)
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Micropoetry
Right?
A broken heart spills
and will soon be empty.
At least it bleeds out 
poetry.
#romance  #poetry  #challenge  #  #BrokenOrEmpty 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku

Repeat

over and over

not so as to not forget

but to remember

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Repeat
over and over
not so as to not forget
but to remember
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #thoughts 
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