Poetry – Page 5 – Youthopia

Pictured Poetic

Juxtaposition? Thickets, ditches, thorny branches Jerked abruptly away at the sudden movement A hand, working fast and frantic Rapidly proceeded

Summertime, midnight Wine And naked confessions. A veritable bedlam of pathos. An X-rayed heart Dissected on the floor

I saw today As I walked down the lane Nearby the filthy drain, Yes, saw the poor guy Searching for

Ruins and ruins, The more I see, Officers, brothers,enemies and friends alike. Who did we die for? The more I

Hundred years you wish to live! How many for your greed? How many for your soul? To become a slave

When the warm still night just echoed some mechanical noises of air conditioners fluttering through the muggy air from the

it was a night, a mediocre one. where i felt like nobody. i just felt like a swinging shadow, flying

The little piece of moon I had eaten last night, That orange crumb is stuck between my eyes. I cannot

when the nonchalant air, blew away my soul, the dusted reality faded into a cobalt imagination. where ideals are the

Some desires drift in mind May they be real in time Bereft of chagrin of despair For I have the