// Solivagant // //Caption I have been dwelling In this world for Centuries without receiving A tad bit of recognition. I haven't ever been Acknowledged let alone Lo

I have been dwelling In this world for Centuries without receiving A tad bit of recognition. I haven't ever been Acknowledged let alone Lo #writer #yqbaba #poemtime #wcsolivagant #wcwritersclub #poetry_by_z

// Solivagant //

//Caption I have been dwelling
In this world for
Centuries without receiving
A tad bit of recognition.
I haven't ever been
Acknowledged let alone
Lo

Zumi

#Day26 // Lost Poems in Search of Solace // //Caption // Lost Poems in Search of Poems // I think about Shirley Toulson's poem, "The Photograph", and feel the pain of the daughter in my mother

// Lost Poems in Search of Poems // I think about Shirley Toulson's poem, "The Photograph", and feel the pain of the daughter in my mother #yqbaba #day26 #zumisheth #zumiwrites #100poemsfor100days #lostpoems

#Day26
// Lost Poems in Search of Solace //
//Caption // Lost Poems in Search of Poems //

I think about Shirley Toulson's poem, "The Photograph",
and feel the pain of the daughter in my mother

Schizology

The Reaper arrives Slowly through the fog Creeping into the night Searching for someone To take beyond the light Drifting with the current Inside his boat of death He will find the person And take their last breath He journeys into the dark Seeking for lost souls With his blade wielded, it's Their time to pay the toll Into the black of night Remnants of his craft Lay strewn along the bow Displayed upon his raft An unfortunate event Will cast over his prey The Reaper moves silently This will be their last day ©Schizology The Reaper arrives #Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛

The Reaper arrives #Reaper poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Poetry

The Reaper arrives

Slowly through the fog
Creeping into the night
Searching for someone
To take beyond the light

Drifting with the current
Inside his boat of death
He will find the person
And take their last breath

He journeys into the dark
Seeking for lost souls
With his blade wielded, it's
Their time to pay the toll

Into the black of night
Remnants of his craft
Lay strewn along the bow
Displayed upon his raft

An unfortunate event
Will cast over his prey
The Reaper moves silently
This will be their last day

©Schizology The Reaper arrives

#Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Schizology

Reaper If she is the grim reaper Then I would like to die A million times ©Schizology Reaper #Quote #love❤

Reaper #Quote love❤

Bharath Nandibhatla

Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. Dig deeper, Reaper.

Dig deeper, Reaper.

Oh, Grim Reaper...
why don't you dig deeper?

In the twilight of life, am I;
and my lips have gone all dry.
The winds swept away my pleas,
and my hopes drowned in the seas.

For so long, no soul I could behold.
For so long, this world has been really cold.
For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine,
but for my shadow, when there's sunshine.

Cast away, to the lands of solitude,
since a time that faded in memory..
just like I faded in the world's memory.
Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude.

So, I beseech you Reaper,
to hunt me down, to dig deeper.
Beneath those old bricks,
I wait for you, as the clock ticks. Dig deeper, Reaper.

Schizology

The reaper arrives #Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Death

The reaper arrives #Reaper poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Death #Poetry

Bharath Nandibhatla

Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. #GrimReaper Dig deeper, Reaper!

#grimreaper Dig deeper, Reaper!

Bharath Nandibhatla

It wasn't until those broken shards of glass cut through my palms as I held them, I realised why broken people, with jagged edges, leave an imprint on you, deeper than most. Broken souls are a lot like poetry written on bond paper. Paper cuts as you hold them. You see, you go through the poem. And the paper goes through you. Isn't it what writing is all about? Digging deeper into each other? Dig deeper, reaper... #broken #cut

Dig deeper, reaper... #Broken #cut

It wasn't until those
broken shards of glass
cut through my palms
as I held them,
I realised why
broken people,
with jagged edges,
leave an imprint on you,
deeper than most.

Broken souls are a lot like
poetry written on bond paper.
Paper cuts as you hold them.
You see, you go through the poem.
And the paper goes through you.

Isn't it what writing is all about?
Digging deeper into each other? Dig deeper, reaper...

#broken #cut

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