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Seema Aug 2017
Chapping on the roof
Little feets running around
Rat or a gecko
Partying with their mates
Too noisy, to sleep at night

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Phoenix Bekkedal Aug 2017
The elk are uneasy
It's time to cross the lake
You can see it in their faces
The way their noses
Are just so still
The lake is a river
Running
Polar bears are caught
Coughing, paddling for the shore
To no avail
The elk stand tall
Take one step
Then none
global warming and deer!!!!!!
Brianna Aug 2017
I fell in love with a siren with a serpent tongue.
She was beautiful and friendly and glowing like the ocean herself.
She was rain on the window on a cool Autumn day.
She was your favorite cup of coffee in the Winter.

In her eyes held wonders of the world.
The colors felt brighter.
The trees smelled richer.
The memories felt softer.
She was the master of Chaos.

Her siren song was so melodic.
So haunting that when she grabbed my hand and lured me down to the depths of the sea--
I didn't even feel fear.
I felt remorse for the loved ones I was choosing the leave behind.
I felt love for the ocean and for nature that was choosing me.

It wasn't until right before she opened her mouth and showed me the sharpest set of teeth I had ever seen--
Did I realize she was actually the devil in disguise.
Seema Aug 2017
I began struggling and drowning
But was soon pulled out,
From the massive gigantic crowd
That suddenly came about

A stampede of leggy creatures
From all regional kind
Running for their precious lives
That was about to wind

The land was sinking in a giant tidal wave
Big hell tunnels burst from underground
People screaming, most got killed
A mournful atmosphere came around

End of the world, is it to be?
Seems nature has extended its wrathful claws
No more pity or mercy be shown
Washed away like ants, on the ****** shores

Where is all the love? Where is all the hate?
Gone by my side, is just another dead
We are left to drown, and witness our death
As mother nature is burrowing her heavy head

An unplanned task, carried without mercy
All wrapped and ****** in the devils funnel
Priests, saints, innocents and criminals
Like being filtered through the hells tunnel

I am with many, as death has come upon
A flick of change has completely aced
With rotten flesh and distorted bodies
Among them, I am also...misplaced.


©sim
A huge respect to mother nature.
A broken dream, I once had.
Dr Zik Jul 2017
You have made me asterisk
O! my Lord!

I'm not a blot
on the canvas

I've been bestowed with the title
"Highest of creatures"

Till now your smiling face
Grants me contentment
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2017
dog
all night long
dog
your old song
dog
all night long

how
your friends  
yelp
growl  howl
dog
your old song

dog
all night long
dog
mad decibel gall  
dog
your old song

dog
one pelts stone
dog
guard flings stick
dog
your old song

dog
your old song
dog
your old song
dog
all night long

run
dog
run
dog
run

early
tomo'
morn

dog
catcher
prowling

run
dog
run
dog
run

run
dog
run
dog
run
On street dogs, their liveliness and noisy spirit
KRRW Jun 2017
Shadows dance in the dark
when All is asleep
and Nobody's watching.
Written
05 June 2017


Form
Micropoetry, Haiku, Senryu


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
aurora kastanias May 2017
What marvellous creatures those biped ants,
Inhabiting the terrestrial little dust sphere, third from its star.
A naturally social animal “living in a complex social colony,
with one or more breeding queens.”

What organised creatures those biped ants,
Arranging themselves in a hierarchical manner, to follow
Rules and be protected by their chief, whose interest is
The survival, wellbeing and self-enhancement of all.

What ingenious creatures those biped ants,
Drawing, inventing and building that which their mind can imagine,
Creating words out of nothing to tell each other stories,
Hand their wisdom over and down to their heir.

What intelligent creatures those biped ants,
Engaging and toying with thoughts and questions
To find answers to sentiments they spontaneously recognise,
Driven by curiosity to understand their potential and universe.

What extraordinary creatures those biped ants,
Capable of love and caring, so unusual and rare on other planets,
Believing in strength and justice, freedom and equality,
Marching for their rights and for them be willing to give up their lives.

What fragile creatures those biped ants,
So vulnerable to greed, arrogance, fear and complex,
Self-commiseration and self-loathing, punishing themselves
With self-destruction.

What paradoxical creatures those biped ants,
Dividing in colours, red or blue, black or white,
Unwilling to acknowledge that any idea is a good idea
If in the best interest of humanity as a whole and its home,

Regardless of who gives birth to it and casts the seed,
For it to grow.
Donielle Apr 2017
Those familiar grumbles
come from somewhere
in a dark corner or my mind.
They come sneaking around
without more of a warning
than a soft cackle.
The laughter
grinds my bones
as if I'm searching
for gears in the car.
The creatures
have been hunting me,
taunting me,
haunting me for years.
They come for me at night,
when I'm most alone.
They know
I cannot be saved then,
they'll have their way with me,
chewing on me,
never to swallow me whole
but just enough
to leave me sore
with the rise of the sun.
I've grown to expect them,
embrace their presence,
because unlike those
who are with me
in the daytime,
the demons
will always be here.
Blossom Jan 2017
We all do know this is true

That life one day we must leave

By a gruesome unwilling way

Or by the time of aging naturally

But the thing I must now implore

Is your thoughts on a life after this

As I lay unmoving in my stony grave

Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?

So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves

Please give me a piece of your time

What do you think become's of our souls

While our bodies rest buried beneath lime
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