A loop that holds,
Holds my sanity
And still some push
Push me to the limit
They think I can hold
Hold, whatever is thrown at me
But when I snap and hurt them back
Their wrist get sore
Their mind goes blank
Their thoughts, like myself breaks…
Their numbness, with my severed body
Is the only thing that, remains….
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting. The theme relates to mindfully writing about something in one’s hand.
Unwavering I stood, to face the fears
Vanquished, being the conclusion
Wary, I was now being left alone
Xenium of fear, by the darkness
Yielded, under pressure it flowed
Zizz, of my parents finally broke
Linked to dVerse. Lillian is hosting with alphabet sestets. I don’t have to tell, but it’s not a great memory of my childhood.
The heart, scrunched
The eyes, drip
The chains, rattle
Naked skins, scrape
Commondants and captives, shriek
The chimney, sizzle…
Another day, Auschwitz
Linked to dVerse. Bjorn is hosting with a call for poems using onomatopeia (I know drip and scrape aren’t onomatopoeia, apologies)
Forsaken, the reasoning
Lionised, rambling words
Foreboding, cheering fanatics
Lie their utmost.
Lie yourself silly,
Tell the lie and honor the devil…
As the potentate declare,
“Cowards lie many times before they rest”..
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of giving twisted adages.
It’s not unusual to find solace in the country side, owing to the silence that sweeps the lands. But in urban areas, the silence is, and will remain a blessing that’s rarely showered.
There is also an eerie silence that dwell the urban landscape, and the hearts of its inhabitants. It hits you, among all the cacophonous unsolicited voices, voices that express concern, happiness, disappointment, a plethora of emotions of their instigators.
It was during those experiences that I wrote this Haiku.
The lonely heavens
Being denuded of stars
Written for dverse where Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of Koorogi, The Japanese Kigo for Cricket
I wrote and posted this Haiku previously . Seeing the Koorogi theme, I’m reposting the same. Apologies (for those who consider such actions as spamming or being uncreative).
The shatter, unheard
The torment, concealed
The tears, witheld
The smile, fabricated
A life, faked
The silence often…veridical.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Jilly is hosting with the theme of what is unseen.
The failure to adapt to the desires of many was and will always remain difficult. But there are some who force you to open up, expose you, and then leave you.
And suddenly you’re left stranded. Questioning why did you ever put trust on anyone other than yourself ?During those times the silence, silently is accommodated by, doubtful inner voices.
Silently reeled in
Pulled, Like a fish out of water
A dying soul flaps
Written for dverse where Frank is hosting with the theme of silence.