…through the keyhole of her confines, she sees how poor the world has become; Thence, she mutters;
can one ever really be free,
when all that lingers in captivity’s dust,
is the thin veiled irony,
wheezing, “Freedom cometh at a cost”?
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Cheemnonso™
Tag: #micropoetry
The Gambler’s Love. (Haiku)
…with hopes he played his cards right, he said to her…
hello, dear diamond,
come abide by my frail heart,
let’s make a full house.
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The Spokespersons. (Haiku)
With tongues sunken deep,
the flowers sang serenades
of her loved ones gone.
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A New Dawn. (Tanka)
Blank pages flipping,
quaint quills dancing in the wind,
while ink drowns in mirth
as a new chapter dawns forth—
so, what story will you write?
A very glorious and wonderful New year to you.
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Envy. (Tanka)
She begrudged the cat,
who had nothing but nine lives—
thus, she chopped her soul
into facades of many;
her death, by a thousand cuts.
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Inktober – Day 30. (Catch)
In response to today’s Inktober prompt, Catch, here’s my sketch and Tanka.
It’s the ninetieth lap,
and she’s began to perceive
death’s gruesome talons,
strumming her cuddly coattails;
alas, she smiles anyway.
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The Monodrama. (Tanka)
Sombre seas, the stage;
mournful clouds, the audience;
stern sun, the spotlight—
he oars through his pool of tears,
with none to ease his burdens.
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The Morning Belle. (Haiku)
Delicate daisies,
donning decent dew dresses,
dazzles drowsy dawns.
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The Underdogs. (Haiku)
Bottom-dog bumpkins,
breaking breathtaking barriers,
bewilders best brains.
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The Fashionista. (Haiku)
On Earth’s green carpet,
the gallant gull struts her stuff—
nature’s top model.
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By The Sea. (Haiku)
Through her needle eyes,
the swirling seam of the sea
stitches her ripped heart.
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Detour. (Haiku)
Tasty red herrings,
on salvers of food for thought—
our daily diet.
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The Tantrum. (Haiku)
O dear sullen clouds,
Heaven’s own cotton candy,
don’t you dare cry now.
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Goodbye. (Tanka)
Like sixes of one,
and two threes of another,
we seemed so alike,
but as same magnet poles do
we keep on drifting apart.
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Children
out of black holes, crept nascent stars,
not so far from the planet, Mars;
fragile, their bodies seemed,
gleefully, their mien beamed,
charring away our scarlet scars.
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Solitude. (Haiku)
sneering seagulls sing,
as he oars through lonely seas—
a party of one.
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The Parade. (Tanka)
poised on a pear perch,
the trapezist flaunts her plumes –
enmeshed in beauty;
and as we took our hats off,
she leaves feathers in our caps.
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Serenity. (Tanka)
Laying in the wild,
plunged in a sea of nightmares,
the wind’s gentle strokes,
strum her furry coated strings,
and its music soothes her dreams.
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Easter
Like the phoenix from the ashes,
He rose;
Like the bouquet in my stashes,
He’s rose;
Our troubles and afflictions,
He knows;
Our burden and transgressions,
He tows.
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Twisted Seduction. (Haiku)
The tender tendril,
writhes and dances o’er her love;
a painful allure.
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Wild Expectations. (Haiku)
The stars, I offered,
along with lustering moonstones,
yet, she needed space.
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The Poet
with the quills of art,
bathed in the fountains of glory,
she etches words on every heart,
with each telling a story.
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Happy World Poetry Day
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Cheemnonso™
The Ascent. (Haiku)
Would you help me up,
when crows sing the sun to sleep,
and my demons wake?
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Pride. (Haiku)
Buoyant balloons blown,
bask in their fullness of air,
’til they burst to bits.
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Amara. (Panegyric)
Sitting in the back pew,
within walls shrouded in lew,
I beheld this wonderful creature,
with a smile belighting all of nature;
Her skin knitted in fine threads of gold,
unspooling from looms in Midas’ hold,
and her tress flowing like the river Rhine,
in ways so slithery, so serpentine;
Alas, my heart’s chalice yearned a fill,
but I feared it may drown in its overspill,
so, there I sat ogling away,
hoping to have this dream another day.
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The Spree. (Haiku)
The Scarlet macaw,
piercing the gusts as it swirls,
paints our dour town red.
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The Shadow. (Tanka)
she basks in my gleam,
when the world lusters so bright,
mimicking my steps,
but when my sunset comes forth,
she elopes with the obscure.
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The Architect
and she said to me…
show me your dream plans,
heave me your broken pieces,
and I’ll build you up.
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Cheemnonso™
