Hurt heart thumps through stark torrent’s spew, pain's veins pump vain despair -
why wishing-well what world would do when one’s no longer there ?
Why worry who will bed or woo, misled wed base affair,
each age sends stage page scene anew, pent rage vents spleen, sad snare.
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Once wraith what faith may comfort, who contentment finds ? Aware
are all their fall supplies no true rise paradise, skies fair.
Dank dark last leaves grieve hung with dew, shaved, stumpy trees stripped bare,
gibbering ghosts, grey-greenish hue shade shiver in sharp air.
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Burnt bridge of sighs quite cut in two split city's spirit spare,
and therefore, by extension, too, linked life to - God knows where.
Wan lie acquaintanceships one knew, affection two should share,
while once exciting avenue of life seems impasse where
old vaunted haunts time's rimed review now daunts. For void prepare.
Options, once so bright and blue, too soon turn tarnish, wear.
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Is life just bitter pill, missed cue unjustly swilled to bear
hate's weight, tears, fears untimely due where conscience cries beware !
Is life strife rife where favoured few waste privileges rare,
compared to most who struggle through misfortunes most unfair ?.
Is life rewarding revenue splurge surge merge urge shows heir,
or drudge through sludge where cudgel slew ambitions purged with hair.
Is life return bienvenue or one way ticket scare
descending into maggot stew or burned urn's ashen layer ?
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Is life some sort of déjà vu, self-referencing stare
through mirror that, whate'er ensue, backs to black disrepair ?
Is life sharp knife, fine furs, long queue, stores' gaudy glitter glare -
or superficial residue, fast sacrificed false flair ?
.Is life’s brief leaf, grief sheaf shoal reefed, half-hearted whole, farce flare,
or black hole disbelief, soul thief, ploughed under everywhere ?
fixed rictus grin whose rigour grim begins tale’s tail-end tear,
sin’s karmic spin where lose not win cues feud forebear forswear ?
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Is life pride ride soon set aside, tried sentenced, treatment square
too rarely met, signed with forget-me, knot loose noose to bear
until at last will’s pain is cast to wind of change none share,
which willy-nilly blows away race trace, face-valued lair.
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Forlorn men boxed, without a clue, worn faces, torn white hair,
from uniformity of view hurt turns, spurned everywhere.
For future life, reborn anew, nor prayer, regret, nor dare,
splash, lonely bubbles - struggles through. Will anybody care ?
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
it made me think. by far the best poem ive read in a while, great job on this masterpiece
The relentless onslaught of imagery strikes a chord here, dredging up some emotions that are thankfully past. I feel wrung out upon reading this. Impressive array of trophies, kudos.
