Shape

*Alliteration Poem – Shape*
30th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

Shadows sunk, stories singsong
Smoke, stars, satires strong
Stalk, stalk, strange spells
Speak, speak, snoring shells
Spring, spring, spirits silly
Shrunk, shrunk, starved skinny
Success stunted, shame swirled
Shadows soft, shape souls stirred

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Poison Ivy

—Don’t
—Don’t scratch!
It’ll spread. —No, it won’t.

Pieces, You Hold

Maybe, this world lies scattered
Uneven, edged irregular

Maybe, this world lies broken
Huddled in heaps, shaped to misfit

The New Year Prayer

These prayers I send
as birds into the sky
Gentle, as flowers bend
to lift clouds from the eye

Strange To See

A strange life this is, to see
A question not, of to be or not to be
In trying to be
We see not, what we are
In a pride to be
We see not, how we are
In a fear to be
We see not, where we are
In an agony to be
We see not, why we are

Shapes of Fear

A tiger, you are
Not a ball of fire
Let me fear not
By your shape
Twitching into my nerves

Shape We Do

Shape we do
Morning to night
Birth to death

Shape we do
Of perfect corners
Sharp edges
Strong sides

Gain

These riches
These feelings, I sailed on
Of solid gold, held so, these eyes
To gloat in the gains
Created in bricks of sweat
Of yesterdays

Essence

write on
Till words matter no more

read on
Till meaning matters no more

Blessed We Are

blessed we are, my Lord
you gave this life
as a game of LEGO pieces

Every Day, A Child

every day is a child
born through us
be it a man or a woman

Shapes

shapes
meant to feel the unknown

Love Recast

every object of love
a poetry

A Spirit Forgotten

A dough of clay
And potters our own

Strange We Are

Strange, we are built
In our inner frame

Make One’s Freedom

Thanks to Peter for this free form!

Fallacy
Sometimes
Lingers forever
Measured inaccurate
Misunderstood
By a lapse
Of mind

Mind

A mind
Coiled tight
Waiting for time
A spring of energy
Wound by its own thoughts
Born in our nature
Looks to unwind
In attempts
Failed

Your Soft Sand

I am your soft sand
Shape me as you like
By your steady hand

Haiku: Shape of Life

Life goes in circle
Who think it to be a line
And vice versa

A Life of Care: Haiku Form

Thoughts, dough of soft clay

Emotions, a solid gold

Choose your way to care