Posted in perspective, poetry

Waltz in your own fury

Snow: as blank as one’s malnourished glare strolls

Through its’ courtyard of embittered forks of

Maliciousness and warps itself into

Another’s frolicful play amongst cold

And portentous bites of atrocity

Alas, it ends its allure of devilry

By twining its claws with the vain wooden

Hands of nature and letting itself melt

Into puddles of envious rage, for

It’s now that you waltz in your own fury

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Poem: Fantasy Bloom Old By: Azka

Under the horizon, the lull of spring

Waltzed into fluttering upon blessed gold

Rose ivy of a mirthful jewelled ring

Purred a tune upon pained red lace it told

For the beast of winter had dawned its wing

And its witch cursed claws are yet to be sold

To the leaves of the stars combined to cling

So, dare not let their fantasy bloom old

 

This is another one of my poems and it uses iambic pentameter, a volta and enjambment.

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Poem: Come by Azka

Shan’t the hapless quarrel of blood ebb and dye away the mess?

And shan’t the hap dawn rest?

Come

For hatred shall grow into the sun

And its’ spring flowers shall finesse

Now that I have listened with close ears

The ivy of mirth has purred into my tears

Come

For its’ elfin enchantment had done its deed and more

So, wait under the moonlight, and the rose shall stand with grace

And under the moon-lit night, the rose shall waltz with blood red lace

Alas, ’tis the wondrous moon of Lahore

Come