More shots fired,
blood, blood. Blood
from veins of the
why oh why,
again? Till when,
oh please, till
turned on the
faucet of this
pills of love, should
earth take to end
this bloody hangover?
Author’s Note: The prompt today was about “drinking”. And because I don’t drink (alcoholic drinks, or even wines, never had, never will :D), these lines leaked just like that.
For the lives ended by war, violence, depression, hate, this is my futile attempt to write an elegy for you.
Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. It’s one sad truth we witness every single day.
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An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes.
Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one– legs, arms, head– none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.
“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”
No one tried to speak.
“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home. I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”
Word count: 150
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If grief’s a black smoke
we’ll all be blind now.
Killings, murders, hate
are they nature’s calling?
Or we’re just all fan of dying?
The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or current events although it can be open to any subject. Naani means “an expression of one and all”. The stanza form was introduced by Dr. N. Gopi an administrator at the Teluga University.
The defining features of the Naani are:
- stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
- syllabic, with a total syllable count of between 20 and 25 syllables.
Nefarious: A Nonet*
The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g
as grief’s black smoke covers beings,
billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling,
caused by all and nothing,
maybe humans just
love killing ‘til
earth ends with
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Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)
*The Nonet is:
- stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
- syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line.
- usually unrhymed.