Poetry evaporates
in the urban summer
heat of April.
- Alaka
I drip dollops of
poetry, as torrid walls emit heat
while cool breeze wafts in.
- Max
Evaporated
poetry congeals
inside a cool head.
- Max
Spring joy or deadly
summer heat, poetry - the
pervert - thrives in both.
- me
Spring butterflies make
for good poems. Summer kills,
making more poems.
- me
All poets are not
perverts while poetry may
just be abnormal...
- Max
Poetry is like
a fungus - living off the
living, and the dead.
- me
Poems live under my
breath, shining a sepulchral
light on my dead dreams.
- Max
Poems scurry into
burrows, nooks and crevices.
The sun blazes.
- Alaka
The parasitic
muse feeds on emotion.
Spores take root in pain.
- Alaka
in the urban summer
heat of April.
- Alaka
I drip dollops of
poetry, as torrid walls emit heat
while cool breeze wafts in.
- Max
Evaporated
poetry congeals
inside a cool head.
- Max
Spring joy or deadly
summer heat, poetry - the
pervert - thrives in both.
- me
Spring butterflies make
for good poems. Summer kills,
making more poems.
- me
All poets are not
perverts while poetry may
just be abnormal...
- Max
Poetry is like
a fungus - living off the
living, and the dead.
- me
Poems live under my
breath, shining a sepulchral
light on my dead dreams.
- Max
Poems scurry into
burrows, nooks and crevices.
The sun blazes.
- Alaka
The parasitic
muse feeds on emotion.
Spores take root in pain.
- Alaka
Comments
Poetry is like a cocktail of phoenix blood pounded with Durga's prowess, slushed with Shiva's destruction n laced with Florence Nightingale's spirit of humanity.