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solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
h
why do we have to shout
when we are angry?
whom shall we recourse
to lessen that red eye!

Psychology over Philosophy
logic versus bucolic
what ever it is or who may wins
there are silent letters in these stanzas
as i am actually looking for a vacant sit,
i saw a chair that looks like small letter h!
solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
inks out of its vessel* ,
links the author's influential spell !
consistency is my game
solEmn oaSis is my pen name
solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
...you at the perfect time
can follow the flow
of a poet such like me,
some kind of a mime

now  you see me-now you don't.
some says..i can be often comical.
If i open the invisible box of chemical,
will you catch it?, i think you won't

cause i have
nothing but voice
of a serious silence
on a black and white face!

a mimic out of you,
a ponder of different hue,,
come laugh with me
behind the teary eyes of mine!

through the quirts of my gloves
i can visibly sown those rhythmic gesticulation.
All you need is your will and a little direction,
for me to pantomime a series of poetic qualities!
being an idealistic is my originality!
whether from my heart or from my mind,
don't really know where the spirit must come from
"all i know is my enthusiasm in writing some kind of poetry"
  Jan 2016 solEmn oaSis
Dhaye Margaux
I hear those sounds again...
Those children playing under the rain
With you, calling my name,
The angel's song,
The bestfriend's whisper,
The lover's kiss,
The husband's promise,

I hear them all again
From the box of gifts I am keeping

Different voices
From one heart...
Listening to "Walking in the Rain With The One I Love" and other recordings
-
if you can't feel love
then
you are only breathing*

not living

©IGMS
because
to live
means
to love
  Jan 2016 solEmn oaSis
Ayush B
When the gravity around had lost its pull,
And my universe was falling apart,
Stars they led you to my heart,
The best thing that ever happened to me

Nostalgic of something I am yet to loose,
Melancholy is the companion love would choose,
The ephemeral nature is what I refuse,
Of the best thing that ever happened to me

The pain is real and the wounds they bleed,
Time is a witness of everything I feel,
Only my pillow has seen me weep,
'Coz of the worst thing that ever happened to me

Eons to forge, moments to fall apart,
It's something that aches, something that is,
The way It was never supposed to be,
That is the worst thing that ever happened to me
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