I’m just tired of our trauma becoming the latest movie. Being stopped has become a fear even when I know I haven’t done anything wrong. Now I have to see it on the big screen all the time.
Just came to my mind while having breakfast with pastries, breads, cookies, hot-chocolates. Just make me go la la la.
It is a Japanese 4-line poem with seven syllables in the first 3 lines and 5 syllables in the last line.
This is a small poem about summertime spoiled by COVID-19.
This is a poem about the lies that are being fed by politicians by people through trending hashtags, fake promises, etc. Cadae is a 14 line poem with a fixed syllable count.
Why is it that as a society we equate being single as being a failure at life?
Sometimes you write a poem that’s too dark. You read the long poem to yourself. And all you want to do is close it and put it in the box, forever.
‘Advice to a girl’ is a short one-paragraph poem, but with a very strong message. An advice that the one who is worthy might never be yours. And it’s up to you to decide how to move on.
Robert Frost chooses the best alternative as a mode of destruction if the world had to end this moment. He chooses the better mode from amongst ‘fire’ and ‘ice’. He is also giving justification for his choice.
‘I Thought That I Could Not be Hurt’ is one of the first poems written by Sylvia Plath during her teenage years with a sad undertone. In this poem, she wants to express how her life was happy and joyful. And how these pleasant feelings aren’t permanent.
We all at some point in time, see people creating wonderful things. Sometimes there are things you see and think, “I wish! I had created something as grand as this”. A short poem about God’s child envy of her fellow creations/creators.
SOMETIMES THE PUPPET HAND (c) copyright by Cupideros, January 12, 2020, 6:54 CHORUS Sometimes . . . the puppet hand is not her brand. Sometimes the puppet hand is someone else’s hand. Could be a gay, lesbian or LEFT Fascist hand; Could be Misandry, Matriarchy, Mongering band, Read More ….
A short poem about my feelings for the world right now. Follow my blog on Instagram @piecesofkblog for more
You say the truth will come to light? Then why do you scoff at the idea of paying for WashPo or your local paper, when you’ll pay for cable to watch the news on TV?
If let me re-introduce myself was a poem. https://www.instagram.com/nyokabispoetry/
This is an extremely sad poem, much like the life of Emily Dickinson. A poem about her appraisal of the sadness and grief that she meets, and I bet she meets many. This poem just keeps getting sad until the last couple of paragraphs, where she reveals that other’s grief gives her comfort. It is others too, who have suffered. And some of the pains are like hers.