JIMYour life hanging by a threadJIM1 week ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You mean so much
Loved by so many
Empty without you
Called so many names
Friend, Father, Grandfather
Always there when needed
So kind, caring, well known
Jim by so many
You will by missed
ThreeYet again - I had attempted an exam paper,Three5 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And ended up being rendered as a failure.
Just after November began, I remember,
I paid a little visit, to the beauty parlour.
Told the barber, to make me look better.
It was just before the start of December,
When a fatal hard disk error had to occur.
In despair, I went to a shop on my scooter.
Without a sweater - in that night of winter.
In order to get my trapped data to recover.
Then roamed around with a chain smoker.
We stopped, to see an exotic four-wheeler.
He said, 'That girl studying in Gandhinagar,
Lives somewhere nearby on weekends, huh?'
I point one index finger towards a pink structure,
And wonder - how sad her Labrador retriever
Must be feeling when she is not over here.
As I watch a vehicle turn, a black monster.
I say, 'See that driver? That is her mother.
Wait, then who was sitting beside her?!
Hey mister, please pocket that lighter!
Now, sit and drive this Yamaha Fazer,
And for once, kindly go a bit quicker!
Ten is the
Amour, AmourÔ ange des cieux, laisse moi te prouver que le pire des démons, que le pire des meurtriers peut avoir des sentiments.Amour, Amour1 week ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dis moi Ô mon ange, quelle créature ne pourrait pas succomber à ta douce beauté.
Ô trésor, laisse moi t'initier à mon amour.
And It Started With A LetterI never spoke of hardship,And It Started With A Letter6 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Convinced it was for the better.
Yet, you asked what was wrong,
And it started with a letter.
I wrote things,many hard things,
That I never had let escape.
The words poured like rain,
A storm taking its shape.
A tale of hidden anger,fear,
Exhaustion that pained.
A glimpse of the unspoken.
A pure soul crimson stained.
I never told anyone so much,
Mostly stuck to the weather.
Yet, you seemed to truly care,
So I decided to write a letter.
You wanted to speak about it,
To give me a chance to explain
What it was that kept me awake,
What devils called my name.
I entered quite cautiously,
Shaken by the loud silence.
Sitting beside your concerned expression,
Unsure of compliance.
You sat straight up,
A smile warm as knitted sweater.
You told me to take a seat,
Pulling out my letter.
Then you began to speak,
Of a ship whom was lost at sea,
Sails being blown each way.
The captain being me.
"You remind me of myself,"
Came words of astoundment.
"Someone who is steering a