beibee beibee Poems

my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams

my life is a bough
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smouldering into ashes
of powdery passion,
spent sentiments of
a stolen, broken heart
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iron sharpens iron
you sting and you smile
i blink as i drink
from the waters of your words
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when poetry stings
there's someone who smiles
from the cadences of infused passion
to the rhythm of a gyrating emotion
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look beyond what you see
see beyond what you look
only child's eye fears painted devil
even in the vale of vicious circle
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in the heat of downpour
and the feverish showers
of rainfall
i open my heart to give a call
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imagery of a lone voice
in the jarring symphony
of loneliness in the wilderness
of whirling winds of indifference
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in the dim and distant past four fledgling lips
at a tryst assuaging their thirst

searing sentimental secrets felt only
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there are some words
inexplicable that escape my lips
there are some feelings
indefinable that defies my reasons
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one word that fills my one world
one piece that places high on my mind
an offshoot, an undergrowth, a belief
from the death of the innermost soil
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