Poetry 365 – Page 11 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

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Leonell EchaJuly 27, 2017

Conversation in breathless gasps Confrontation when wits are lost Hand in hand and buttocks in laps That is the prize that friendship costs A friend in deed, a friend that lasts Not one whose heart is cold as frost Hybrid ========================================== I have found you in this garden. I ask that you plant your feet […]

Leonell EchaJuly 26, 2017

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The content of petal secrets Evidence of innocence snatched Consequence of disagreement Blood red is the colour of death Its beauty leaves a need to bleed Accompanying a knee to plead A flow that can always mislead Blood red is the colour of depth Residual danger instincts Line that follows after being scratched Enemy of […]

Leonell EchaJuly 26, 2017

Shelved Boxes Buried deep, Revealing all. Midnight in closets; Light and darkness feed- Egos drowning, Blind mornings Killing You. Leonell ======================= Words, The heart House untold, Tongue never speaks, Nor ears ever hear, Brings tears to the eyes, Burdens the soul, Vow made to Never Tell. Hijab Gurl ======================= Dark Hidden Runny depths The night […]

Leonell EchaJuly 25, 2017

These Fences Whether good Or whether bad, Make for enemies. They keep in,keep out, Feign fake faces, But pray for Distance Long. Leonell ================================ Fence Your world, With my heart. Build a poem With me right inside. Let not these walls cough Bricks, made of us. Let this be Our home. Wind Ruddapoet =================================== They […]

Leonell EchaJuly 25, 2017

My eyes will strip you stark naked Down to your soul in bits and shreds My mind will judge you near wicked When your spirit my cold heart weds My fingers will run through your hair Goosebumps will settle on your neck You better know me like your fear With your big hands always on […]

Leonell EchaJuly 24, 2017

Love laid in the coffin breathless A heart that once beat selflessly Hands that once gave relentlessly Then a head that was once roofless Now roofed by this four cornered box How does this coffin house love? Too small yet swallows your big smile How? The logic eludes me Just like width eludes the Nile […]

Leonell EchaJuly 24, 2017

Life calls forth with the sun. It’s like the wind singing to the day healing all decay to make things new. Like fresh seeds birthingー Life. Ruddapoet ================================ I Know a Library That remains locked- Her books are dreaded. Those who have read will unlock these locks If open Their minds Be. Leonell ===================================== White […]

Leonell EchaJuly 23, 2017

Dear Emeli, Before your architect comes to build Let me be here to hem, To sew you something to add to your dress An accessory maybe, to hold together your heart’s fences and pick her fallen blocks. The air won’t be the only means to travel Sometimes we could maybe walk Our solutions are not […]

Leonell EchaJuly 23, 2017

Asleep, We swim steeply and deep For answers beyond reap. Questions pop up more and more. Our will broken. One gone, then another. One more And we’ll give up on the war. Two gone, three left, Holding the fiery pot of poetry with deft, Ink squiggling thoughtful answers as weft Woven beautifully to seal the […]

Leonell EchaJuly 21, 2017

From all the letters I had the stage after picking through every page. There was patience winking at repetition. I phased out on fatigue chewed humor lines I said some parts louder. One character looked like mother always patting my anger, food served in a play Eaten in my thoughts but swallowed by satire. Yes […]

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