Poems – Page 5 – La Visage de Femme

Broken Frames

Broken pieces left here and there, Brittle mind of yours without a care. The paper stating our fate is now torn, You might be glad but I’m the one to mourn. Flashbacks, I keep getting them day and night, Printed, now forgotten memories in Black and White, I hold them near to my heart, Moments…
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Cold Talk

“Why do I need to grow old” My little self asked the grey-haired man. “So that you can be strong, Do what everyone else can.” Have you done much? “As much as I could, if only, I could hold time…” Why can we not? “So that moonbeams can caress you every night, And the Sun…
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The Faceless

Have only felt pain, Is there any justice left? Selfishness is all I’ve seen. This World is not ‘just’. Built upon lust and not trust. Gold buys you a home and a mask.
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What Now

Hyperventilating in the middle of the night, What now? I’m not giving up without a fight. Paused life; off track, Always been a hard nut to crack. So broken, heart’s carved out, Anguished by self-doubt. What now? What else is left to bear? Death-toll is all I can hear. Have I reached my destination? No…
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Last two earthlings

Here we have landed within the bright stars, But my world remains beneath the night sky. Women are from Venus, men from the Mars, Touched by the red-aura, all notions lie. The clearest blue of sky and the sea, The purity has left us conflicted. We keep wondering where our souls could be Collided…
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It’s evil to be sober in the club

It’s evil to be sober in the club. Oh! I can see Rockabye baby on her fifth joint, High as a kite, ain’t coming down at this point. Her man’s making out with the other chick by the back door, She’s on her fourth shot, she couldn’t care more. One step, two step – everybody…
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When this is all over

When this is all over, No, I’m not going to run to the gym. Although, I miss it more than anything. When this is all over, No, I’m not going to spend hours at the salon. Although, I probably should. My hair’s a mess, my nails are not done, My brows are shabby, oh yeah!…
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Parched

My summer vacations were colloquially unproductive. Bathed in boredom, My father’s endless tries to reach, The darkest cell of my sunburnt brain… Unprecedented. I had known nothing of nothingness, No notion of any ulterior aim. “She won’t make it” But, I’m trying; It’s just the numbers are always getting mixed up, I have no clue…
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Love Ballad

Look at you now, How quickly you fell asleep in my arms, Yes! We can be oblivious of the time, It goes by too fast. I would like you to linger, Wonder if we can hold on any longer. Years from now, We will still be lying together, On the beach, under the Tuscan…
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We, Now

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** We don’t wake up to start a new day anymore, We wake up to go back to bed, again. We don’t remember which day it is anymore, We are slowly losing the concept of time. We’re imprisoned in our own homes, We’re captive of our…
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