Poetry: A Dirge To Sanity

Reason,
Murdered slowly
We watched your clearness burn
Screams of your innocence piercing,
Cold nights.

Pure rest
Serenity,
Dipped in a bit of rage
Madness conquered your quiet soul
Ill times

Ill times.
Your death stinks of,
Chaos dragged in evil
Your death traps us in sin city,
Corrupt…

Reason,
Murdered slowly
A dirge for sanity,
Screams of your innocence piercing,
Cold nights.

Omolola Onigbinde
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This Psalm
is four today.
Slowly sealing my mind
Holding my broken eyes tighter.
Insane!

Daughter
Your love drives me
to catch my losing breath.
Stay clear from all insanity
Zion!

Poem
Small broken home
Cracked walls held by weak words,
burying my secrets in sight.
Tree talks.

Cold days
weaning today
wise words lost tomorrow
wrecking this little wretched house
Distraught.

Ruddapoet
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Peace, please
Sanity sleeps
The hand and the handler
Enforced rest on the gardener
Grief lives.

Survive
Beneath this earth
Gather your loyalties
Exhume their bodies and ‘unbalm’
Release.

To chills,
Cold night waters.
Always remember this
Ode to days when vanity fared.
Sleep on.

Peace, please
Sanity weeps
The tales they told of you
Wore masks intending to hide.
You lied.

Leonell
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Awake!
Recounting time
Afraid of blinking stars
The funeral of clarity
Creepy.

Mourning!
Solemn voices
Preaching for sanctity
Of truths that lies spoke truthfully
Obsessed.

Disguised!
Confusing thoughts
Reaching for sanity
Caving to the brink of madness
Freedom.

Musing!
A final wave
Me myself and eye sore
The most unholy trinity
Sinking.

Vera
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Riddle!
No! It’s a joke!
Sanity is a yoke,
Mankind is afraid to evoke.
Riddle!

Alas!
Mad men wear clothes!
Their women paint their toes.
All jagged minds, behold thy woes
Alas!

Insane!
To live in vain.
Straining every owned vein;
All in a vain bid to remain,
Insane!

Sanity!
Here, your remains,
Coldly laying in clay
Beaten, battered into harm’s way
Sanity!

Hybrid
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Lament
Good days of old,
Sincerity, up held,
Truth, virtue all want to be named by,
All dead.

These days,
Decency, gone,
Love comes with a price tag,
Senselessness and defaming others,
The norm.

Values,
Family, lost,
Respect? Left with the breeze,
Roles – duties long forgotten,
Sad thing.

I morn
Days of sanity,
Love – true, family -strong,
Friendship, loyalty, trust and care
All gone.

Hijab Gurl