Not shining, a star ought not
Darkness aerating, behind a moons glow
Draped in galaxies, silent spinning fantasies
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Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Bottom deep, a crater's weep
Better empty mouths, than volumes speak
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Nowhere is the widow's creep, slandering whilst trying to eat
Devotion slipped between the sheets
Decrepit fingers try to reach
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Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Backwards looks, eyes roll up
Bending, twisting, spinning 'round
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Naivete keeps with ignorance
Desolate lands, cups of sands
Despaired of love, a gripping fate
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Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Bold a heart to be looked down
Buried deep beneath the ground
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Necromancer gathers bones
Digging for unanswered tomes
Dancing fingers grab and grope
Numbness sleeps, not losing hope
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Nervousness beading down
Flowing rivers never found
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/soulpaintedart/
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
The human soul truly thirsts for truth and clarity in an alienated world, essentially nonexistent and shadow-like. Like shadows that feel like gods beneath the stars. Perhaps there is still hope on some other planet. Perhaps.
The stanza breaks and recurring motifs lend the poem a hypnotic, cyclical quality. The repetition reinforces both the mood and the sense of inevitability that flows through the work.
This is beautifully eerie. ‘Necromancer gathers bones’ is such a great image.
Nice. Dark, evocative, and deeply absorbing. The repetition works beautifully here.
Love this. Particularly the second to last stanza. Incredible 😍
I love how the intensity builds in this one. It has a little bit of a villanelle feeling without all of that godawful villanelle repetition. Well done--eliciting that feeling without torturing the reader.
Tanya channelling Edgar Allen Poe is an instant win for me. This felt inescapable and the repetitive feels made it feel almost too much by the end. Hope you're okay. Great work
Oh wow, so dark, poignant, and profound. Loved your poem!