New Poem: Solace

Here’s a new poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Photo taken by me ūüôā

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Solace

My solace is plague by the noise of your continuous lies ,

And in the prison they have locked me in,

I am consumed by my will to let your memory vanish.

Until they flood me with thoughts of unrealistic promises.

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It rushes through my veins,

How can it be so empty?

when the burden feels so heavy.

How am I letting you divert me from where I was going?

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Am I trapped between two guardians?

Or Am I trapped between two traitors?

I hold my arms out to stop them,

but they had already stepped back twice…Why?

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Is my bidding done,  or am I being held like a puppet?

Jumping through hoops,

falling on rocks,

There are no saviours, just two destroyers.

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My latest Poem: “Reaching for the tallest branch”

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The words disperse,

and her heart rapidly beats;

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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It’s not that it is unknown,

it is that she realizes what she once dreamed about

became her present reality.

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The touch, the unbroken promises,

and the assurance that they are whole. 

She exhales, she hopes,

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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The denial that absorbs her insecurities,

she knows in her mind she will fall again,

what can reassure her?

Just herself, as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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and the fear of freeing her patched up heart. 

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An apparition that signifies the start of a journey,

that is freeing her patched up heart.

After many failed attempts at healing damaged chapters.

What, if anything, is left for her to give? 

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An unfair question to herself.

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It is this moment when she becomes aware,

that everything she is has never left

and the emotional beating was the wall she created.

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What now?

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She once looked in the mirror, in a dream, as an elder.

She faced fear, regret, everything she didn’t want to become.

It haunted her, until she set on to stop it from being her reality.

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She lets go,

she opens up,

she loves again.

She reaches the tallest branch.

<3<3<3 Love, Ellie <3<3<3

 

Last Memory

A poem I wrote tonight. Photo is a painting I made. Enjoy ūüôā

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In all the times you were gone

I searched where you weren’t existent

unaware of your presence, where,

our known emotions had gathered.

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In a happenstance your feelings came to fruition;

Why were you hiding? Why so afraid?

At my awareness, your retraction, and my bemuse reaction,

all we said were stares.

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If going back to what we were, became the intention;

Why the silence? Why the smile?

What we chose once was the place you distanced from.

I stuck and waited, with denial as my saviour. 

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There are no more words that can vanish what hurt,

but that one action healed what I never thought was possible.

And it replayed in my mind; 

the smiles, the songs, the rhythm of our nights.

 

Somewhere

Hi everyone! It’s been a while. Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday. Hope you like it :)!

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Somewhere amongst the clear faces. Somewhere along the walk.

Somewhere between the laughs and the talks,

where that one speaks to you.

Is it the conscious or the desire? Could it be that she wants that truth?

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The stars connect and the unspoken words,

unwrap and they are once again whole.

Said truth unveils in dreams as they come

why can’t she get that there is none?

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She sees what that one could have become,

she grieves that the chance is gone.

Above where choices fail to align

and a world where they are just one

it haunts her heart and stings her soul,

he is where he wants to be.

~~~

She is lost where she once had no hope,

yowling on the broken grounds

where arms holding her up to rise

with painful realistic thoughts.

~~~

She looks and smiles at the helping arms

that softly help her escape

she walks beside of what she let go

while hearing his voice once again.

~~~

Skip through the torments, the laments and the tears,

and forward to the time to heal.

He is where he wants to be,

and she found where she belongs.

 

Poem: Along

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On watery paths one strolls to clarity,

as a way to seek what flows within.

Through fog one tends to plead abundantly,

to grasp the right point to begin.

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Blindly one reaches to find the trigger,

knowing the future holds no promise.

Of torn veins, and one is left to linger,

and push assurance into darkness.

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A solace’s call disguises merits,

while effort ends a valuable connection.

One can burn attacks in spirits,

when succeeding with the right selection.

Feedback needed

Hello fellow bloggers!

I am here to ask you for some feedback on my poetry. I hope you had the chance to read all or most of them. Please, be honest as I am working on my first poetry book! I’d like to enter the writing market with this genre :). Here are a few questions you may consider:

1) Do you prefer photographs to go with the poems? Do they influence your thoughts on the poem?

2) What kind of poems do you like?

3) If you have read any of my poems, pick your favourite and tell me how it made you feel?

4) Do you like a strong vocabulary?

Here’s a link to my poetry on this blog. Obviously, the poems I would like to appear in a book are not on this blog. Hey, if my work becomes known around the globe, it’d be awesome to share my beginnings with all of you :).

Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my penguiny heart :p (I just made up that word)

My poems category

https://worldruler007.wordpress.com/category/poems/

Poem: What is

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The sense in being, I am comatose,

and the fern of your words spores through me.

I await to decide my propose,

before it silently floats to sea.

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A desired breeze fogged with denial,

it¬†reckons on my continuous welcoming –

what we imagine sings tunes so vile,

while we notice what we are becoming.

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Cry! I clapped through wooded fences,

requiring solution to your deafening melodies.

I foresee your lack of senses,

but forgiving – you destroyed my enemies.

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Our notion defies our contrast,

why the change, why the shame?

If we don’t gain, we learn from past,

we can go on without the blame.

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If a heart desires, it perseveres,

without counting the broken pieces

it restores to try and fully heal –

it destroys the lost, it regains its peace.

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It is what it is

what is it? 

it is what it finds

a reason to be.

Poem: Antagonist

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Evasion of leftover sorrow

And miscreant patches in my heart

I plea to the one I name, a thief

To withhold what breaks me apart.

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The impaling hit your absence makes

Cannot disappear with lasting memories

I move forward, to retract my aches

And turn deluge of tears into my remedies.

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I, with discomfort, go on ‚Äď wherever you are,

The idea of no return, with the clues of many reasons

I control the power of the sting of your scar

And I do not attend to my broken pieces.

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Am I damaged? Do I know how to feel?

It strikes me in the corner of my emotions;

The thought I will never heal

From the steps we have taken by our devotions.

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Can you pull me into my righteous path?

I wish to frisk by the ocean with your company

And disconnect from agonizing wrath.

I was once known to be bubbly.

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Behind me, I acknowledge your being

I dream for you to catch me

You have gifted me with sense of freeing

So that today I can clearly see.

 

 

 

Poem: Place

A comforting trench with ample options,

a place to search for new horizons;

where fears are set in motion,

and dreams would fill with poisons.

At times your mind attests realization,

and your lodge fills with your burden.

Fairly, it is a dire sensation,

and yourself must you pardon.

With a shawl on the ground,

and the flow of many lives, in your mind

if you haste you won’t be found,

Say, do you want to be refined?

The hidden sores tend to welcome

in the place, you are burnout

on the edge of the tears, your hope is beckoned –

in the place, the truth you flout.

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Writing 201: Sonnet

Prompt: Future

Form: Sonnet

Device: chiasmus

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This is the last assignment for Writing 201: Poetry :(. I’m going to miss it. This class has opened me up so much! This doesn’t mean I’m going stop posting poetry :o. Keep on checking for more.

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I, vision

 Runaway and divert your anguish into limbo,

 while you await the scarce value that lingers in prism.

Must not consent such ignoble symbol

why not instigate one of your thousand visions.

The corm of your choices are seeing through blossom

Were you visibly aware? Were you not aware you were visible?

Your dried errors could captivate in autumn,

is it fear, or denial, that they may be miscible?

The hardships you battle as you embrace truth,

they connect to you, as you connect with hope.

Ideally, you comfort, and you let your heart be soothed;

and intentionally, your spell proves to strobe.

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The gentle breeze lifts up your silver hair,

and your firmly turn back to bare yourself.

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