The Shape-shifter
It pops up in its myriad shapes and forms
It is the wakefulness of the night,
Also the deep recess of slumber.
It jives in drunken revelry,
Reclines in a mood utterly somber.
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It gallops amidst endless chatter,
Then rests beneath sheets of silence.
Twinkles through conversing eyes,
As they rebel against the shyness.
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It is in the tolling of the temple bell,
In the cry drowning the death knell.
Remains ensconced in that warm hug,
And in her cheeky, playful tug.
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It's in the sounds of the sea,
And the gentle touch of breeze.
In the shade of flowing hair,
In her unwitting elbow squeeze.
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It's the flower basking in the sun,
And in the grin behind the veil.
It is the heart’s most ardent wish,
But more often, its greatest ordeal.
Love, it be told, is a boggart.
About the Creator
Ishan
I dabble with poetry, for better or verse,
I like to embellish, not keeping it terse.
This rhyming isn't great, I see,
But then it could've been worse!
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley2 days ago in Poets
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