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poetry Prompt poetry

Languorous eyes- Villanelle

Piercing gaze of pines;
So much life on the verge of dying but
Languorous eyes can’t save anyone.

We lose something everyday;
I’m calling us we, though
The Art of losing is really easy.Let’s try to see things as such;
Hearts overflowing with hope always end up as disasters.
Languorous eyes can’t save anyone.

Let’s try to see things as such;
Hearts overflowing with hope always end up as disasters.
Languorous eyes can’t save anyone.

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poetry rant

Shadows

How do you manage to keep going
without the urge to throw yourself
away?
How does it feel like hearing everything
but your own heart?
Does it really get better with time?
Do layers of skin mange to cover it all?

Tell me how you escaped the pit
of rusty flowers decorating
humnae need of art,
Is there a way to escape your shadow?
Have you made peace with it all?

Deep down, in your heart
does it shine bright like the day?
Or is it pretty like the sky?
If you smiled bright
and visited be places
Would it matter?

Tell me,
Does it get better?
Tell me,
Is there any way out?

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Prompt poetry

Paradox

I run into the world
though I say I hate it, everyday.
And romanticise this
zero-fucks-giving prude,
emotion less, pathetic generation
which is proud on our
“I don’t care anymore” attitude.
We leave our kin,
in the search of shelter,
ignore close ones and
look for ‘family’ in strangers.
You think you’re looking for compassion, but no!
You’re looking for pity,
for someone to feel sorry,
for someone, who is
more davestated than you.
If I ever try to push this
microscopic burden
out of my way, my hands
turn numb under the
realisations that in the end
It’s all me who will stay, but
But the longings take over reasons.
In this hope to feel better
about life, we turned
the world – home into disaster.