Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Tag: poem
The shadows’ call
Touring the shadows of this homeI see, I made someI fade someAnd I be them all.When the light is rightShadows are brightAnd together at nightWe fight the pall. Ishita. October 22 2020. I wrote this poem for my friend, on one of those days… Continue Reading “The shadows’ call”
Her dying tree
He had been dying a whileHarboring decayFrom roots to tileCurly fungi grew in rows on a stemMost of the branchesHad no leaves on them..Still it flowered a few more springsIts pods dangling through fall..On one of its tallest dead branchesA mockingbird delighted to call… Continue Reading “Her dying tree”
There’s nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to go Would you still have dreams Of love Will there still be streams Or cove If there was, Nowhere to go. Would you still hope Of joy Will there be scope Or ploy To be better, when, There was nowhere to… Continue Reading “There’s nowhere to go”
The look of poetry
Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special… Continue Reading “The look of poetry”
It’s the end of time
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly… Continue Reading “It’s the end of time”
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