Tag: tears

The poison I drank

In silence I suffer
The poison I drank,
Heart weeps lonely,
Tears run dry,
Afraid eyes may not lie,
I gaze at stars
At dead of night,
Words are damp
’cause my tears
rained on them,
Empty heart
Comes up barren,
When asked to give;
What value is
This life
That neither gives
Or takes,
Days pass by
As I merely survive;
Gently do I tread,
Walk to the grave,
Is lonely one;
At journey’s end waits
A cold embrace,
Mercy.

Shooting from the heart- Ten Intricate One Liners

My first attempt at writing one liners.  I always liked poems for the brevity of expressions.  One liners challenge the poet to say what’s in his mind in as few words as possible but still be meaningful to the readers.  Hope my readers will find these meaningful.

 

Poison

Trapped by your charm, drank poison.

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Silver Bullet

Your heart hides my silver bullet.

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Pain

Pain of separation ravaged my heart.

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Prisoner

Imprisoned by your charm, I’m blind.

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Hurry

Hurry, the bell tolls, why dither?

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Temptress

Temptress, your arrow pierced my heart.

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Tears

May deserts bloom from your tears.

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Nectar

Your kiss turned hemlock to nectar.

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Mellifluous

Your mellifluous voice soothed my journey.

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My Life

Hidden in your smile, my life.

Tears

tears only you shall get,
being a poet
that’s what in your fate.
if it’s only tears
that I be blessed with,
shall collect all the tears,
yes, I shall,
and treasure them well.
the day when
nature takes her blessings away,
and life becomes a barren desert,
may be, just may be,
my dear,
those drops of tears
shall be most precious
gift of life.

Lonely: Carpe Diem Haiku

In response to Carpe Diem Haiku  Crossroads#1

Lonely by seaside
Cold tears of separation
Deathly calm engulfs

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Far out in the sea
Tears merged on the horizon
Seagulls fall silent

Goal of Carpe Diem Crossroads Haiku as explained in Carpe Diem Crossroads Introduction is “Imagine you are on a crossroad were two haiku come together. The haiku “have a conversation” and “decide” to become one. Together the create a symbiosis of a new haiku.”

Door closed for the last time

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

The door closed for the last time
The old occupant had left
No light will be shining today
The hushed voices, furtive exchanges
Business transacted in darkness
Comings and goings at odd hours
Night owls were they
All will cease momentarily
Resistance was futile
Free will broken and subdued
Tears ran dry long ago
Scant cover of modesty
Snatched and thrown away
Colorful dresses just an allure
Before being routinely disrobed
First time the door slammed shut
Rainbow had vanished
Somewhere over the roof
Sky hidden by darkness
No rainbows shined today
Under cover of the whitesheet
Closed eyes could not see
Tears  running down from the sky
Perhaps appropriately
Last journey under a
Canopy of dark clouds
A life lived hiding
Behind closed doors
Dim lights unable to lift
Perpetual veil of darkness
Left that all behind
On a starless night
None left to weep
Behind closed doors, mourners
Busy selling their wares
They have to survive
Till their call comes
Somewhere a new occupant
Being prepared
To satisfy animal lust
The door will open soon
For innocence to be lost forever

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seventeen