Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
KshounishBhadra-Bhaduri, 3 (read as "Brokenhearted")
the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by…
Read MoreRylee Moore, A Disclosure On Life
Life is hard by design. Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny.…
Read Moredes Anges Cruser, Decision
As I scanned my options to prevail, A crystalline memory did ascend. Agony, with a clear lugubrious cadence, Raked like a rasp across my soul. Echoing from a portend Of…
Read MoreMarisa Adame, social media: a lament
agony of the echoing fool, fulfilled only by the revelation of plundered grace. with such crystalline cadence, you design my destiny. you can’t stand on stumbled feet, yet you somehow…
Read MorePW Covington, The Cadence of Revelation
The cadence of revelation is echoingFrom DNA to Do Not Disturb as clear as destinyAnd we ascend the crystalline totem without filter We scanned the heavens and horizonWe…
Read MoreClint De Camp, Journey
It’s the agony of this venture, I’m trying to ascend. Behest, the totems call. Love’s cadence has perfect timing. One more chance to thrive. So clear my urge to surge.…
Read MoreAdam Mahout, The Last City of Pomegranates
Chance the clear cadence of destiny echoing past the last city of pomegranates plundered by grace; stand as a fool, fulfilled, at the edge of this agony and ascend its…
Read MoreOlivia Hadams, When Black Magic Lives
With agony, she stumbled Scanned the crystalline shoreline for a venture of her design To behest her potential Surge her chance into Fate’s heel Stand firm in destiny fulfilled A…
Read MoreMatthew Nelson, Window of Opportunity
Amidst traffic’s rasp stolid glass towers stand splotched in shimmering pre-dawn lustrous pink crystalline glitter mingling with some new color, some sublimely elusive gray wane—street-level revelation of cadence of…
Read MoreKatherine Baxter, And Thus, We Lived
In the midst of infinity, (was it destiny or chance?) emptiness bore its heel into itself and spoke to the void: “A perfect world may only prevail in silence. We’ve…
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