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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
Last Rainbow
I am the rainbow after your storm
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
#rhyming
#StreamOfConsciousness
181 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
Last Rainbow
I am the rainbow after your storm
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
#rhyming
#StreamOfConsciousness
181 reads
14 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
Stash Snatched
#drugs
#rhyming
#ShortStory
138 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
Stash Snatched
#drugs
#rhyming
#ShortStory
138 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
Stash Snatched
#drugs
#rhyming
#ShortStory
138 reads
10 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
Get Off My Fuchsia
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
#dark
#rhyming
#lyrics
266 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
Get Off My Fuchsia
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
#dark
#rhyming
#lyrics
266 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
25th Aug 2023 1:49am
Get Off My Fuchsia
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
You may have a Smart Phone but I have bone
"Today's music ain't got the same soul"
Touched by your cricket on a Knucklehead Harley
Protein makes one "boogie on down"
Listening to "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Nothing gives a slice of life like profane
Formaldehyde doesn't bring any pain
Seduced by the night's scented fuchsia of high-octane
#dark
#rhyming
#lyrics
266 reads
2 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
Help
Perhaps, all's in vain
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2016
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
Help
Perhaps, all's in vain
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2016
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
12th Apr 2016 3:08pm
Help
Perhaps, all's in vain
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
My hopes and aspirations
All locked up in chain
I cried in pain
Wet with my own perspiration
Dying to complain
The pantry knows no grain
The children, friends with starvation
And resides in a poverty lane
Suffering in disdain
From many a population
My tears I can't contain
Aspirations running in our vein
Drain, it will soon in dehydration
Soon, even hope wont remain
Gradually getting insane
Please come...
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2016
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 4:45pm
14th Jan 2024 4:45pm
On Reading Ginsburg’s “Howl”
Once, I possessed an open mind,
which I assure you was my own.
I used it to read Ginsberg’s “Howl”.
Well, I don’t wish to be unkind
but those words seemed randomly sown.
my first reaction was a scowl.
So I tried a second reading.
His words looked clipped and pasted;
mashed to the page with cruel force.
Was he desperate? Was he bleeding?
Or perhaps just strangely wasted
by some bizarre urban remorse?
Was there a narrative to track,
or should I have even bothered to try?
Words like photos pinned up on a board ...
which I assure you was my own.
I used it to read Ginsberg’s “Howl”.
Well, I don’t wish to be unkind
but those words seemed randomly sown.
my first reaction was a scowl.
So I tried a second reading.
His words looked clipped and pasted;
mashed to the page with cruel force.
Was he desperate? Was he bleeding?
Or perhaps just strangely wasted
by some bizarre urban remorse?
Was there a narrative to track,
or should I have even bothered to try?
Words like photos pinned up on a board ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
160 reads
2 Comments
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