Starved face
of internal hell
eyewitness the outline
of the spitting goat
Endures the day of traps
glances of flames
victim of sweetness
candy of poison
the memory of the night
that almost never returns
Him companion lies
tangled among mandrakes
she is the war of life
she doesn't plan to leave
with this vulgar nickname
the gentle comradely caresses
give a freshness to her engine
the mothers of the fair
her last bastion
have twisted, with force of love
the rails of that wagon
With a mind on fire and a cold heart,
have you ever done anything good?
Crush her doom with a rock
now you're called the girl who sells lipsticks.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2025 12:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Magical moments often happen in routine and mundane settings. Behind every face lies a struggle. Don't judge it. A smile and a good day can transform everything.
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Comments4
This poem like a jigsaw puzzle requires assembly and patience starting with the edges and working toward the middle. Nicely done
Thank you so much for your patience in reading this puzzle of love. I'm glad you found it this way. A pleasure from me. Best regards.
This gave me the sense that the heart has been touched in a good and positive way, over riding the darker element's, enjoyed the read
Well, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It's true, sir. A heart has been touched by a brotherly caress. A small gesture can be enormous on some nights of endurance. Thank you for stopping by and leaving your words of support. Always a pleasure from me. Best regards.
You are very welcome
I love the thorough explanation, how well you did and the time/dedication you most likely have used on this!
He was very thank you for reading and leaving your words of breath are for others appreciated. I am very happy that you have found it that way. It has been worth it then. On my part a taste. Kind regards
The poem illuminates the profound intricacies of human existence, inspiring readers to introspectively examine their journeys of struggle, self-discovery, and resilience in the face of adversity, serving as a powerful testament to life's dualities and advocating for compassion and profound understanding.
Wow, well, I'm so glad you find it that way. That was the point I was trying to make. A small invitation to pause for a minute before reacting hostilely; you never know. Thank you so much for stopping by to read and share your words of encouragement; they're very comforting. Best regards.
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