:( I wish no one felt this way. But alot, do.
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why? arn't we humans?? we feel, don't we?:D :)
Yes, it does.:(
angels are better
than us humans as they work
and do their wages
without ever feeling grief
or the slightest thought of love
destiny
On the corner of
the page I see words written
in a hand unknown.
Read on, silent voyager
they say, and so I read on.
An old newspaper.
Dried windy crackle,
faces printed to the curb
whipped with disinterest.
Streaked and filthy caravan
society's countenance.
the aftereffects of spinning
I've never seen stars
so close before; as I lie
against the cool grass
motionless yet in motion,
spinning with the Earth.
Early evening stars
Slowly filtered from
a sleeping mind, summer stars
robe a naked sky,
every silvered light a drop
taunting of a lasting touch.
down in the earth
Sparrows and the bones
of beasts decay alike to
our cerebral skull.
Pockets dug to carry change
ahead of dreams are empty.
a fruit carrying vine
Tangled leaves grapple
the stone, seeking holes, boring
tendrils deep within,
sapping life from dirt and air,
bursting, a glory of fruit.
sitting, doing nothing
laziness has its
own rewards; you just sit
and do nothing yet
anytime and anywhere
a fly may enter your mouth!
flummox
hooorrah! participants!
Bulbs glare into night,
an encroaching awareness
of dim breaths behind
moths that scatter with the light,
this cloud of perturbation.
light spread through the atmosphere
It starts at the edge
of the clouds, spreading along
a dark horizon,
consuming like hungry ants
munching, until the sky glows.
children at play
Hey guys it's my first shot in Tanka writing so don't be hard on me while evaluating it ;)
Serene existence,
voices of little angels spread out
all aver the place,
at a complete ease
drowning my heart in happiness.
Flaws in perfection.
Hiya naomi, welcome to LitNet! :)
There're generally no criticisms here in the fun game threads (except in the picture and form poetry rounds), though anyone's free to express their admiration or confusion or anything on anyone else's pieces. :) Your tanka was very nice, though there was, i thought, some deviations from the given syllable format. But then, who said we always have to follow rules? :D
The waters ripple
the moon. And the trees, standing
so tall in the night,
are made blurry by the wind.
Time, tonight, is pocked with age.
Thats an interesting avatar, by the way, Fifth.
A dusty bible.