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  • _boyka 5w

    Oh Death My Death

    O death my death
    Why thou bother much with thy drowsy thoughts
    And whisper daily, made me numbness life
    Hadst not I invite thee, yet murmur within mind
    Hast not any of job thou get, except tis

    O death my death
    Why wilt come like a thief, lay within me
    Wilt proudly welcome thou whence send by THEE
    My mortal flesh yet not like ripen breaths
    As young and pale as golden Petal leafs

    Oh death my death
    Dont invite me, with fully loaded tears
    Hast not of any ceremony for us, for last life
    Like braid and groom, as wedding tie last knot,
    celebrate, embrace ourselves, wilt go home With thou
    In bliss I wilt sleep proudly with veil
    Trip me, to the home of eternal vastness

    Oh death my death
    Be not proud much like kings of kings
    Thou just a slave under the hand of THEE
    Thy actions runs by THEE commands
    Thou love diseased beings best country mans
    Oh death my death why shalt thou die
    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 5w

    //BEAUTY MOON//

    Thy beauty lurk anarchy
    Oh dearest moon, even
    A women breast canst gleam
    But gloomy lightless be

    Whenever behold thee beauty
    A spasm like orgasm feel tis heart

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 5w

    HAIKU

    A flail wave is soon,
    Be ready. lead you to shore
    Free by sleet of sea

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 5w

    SILENCE

    I yet not tasted silence
    Whence outer waves stop
    Inner waves flail wildly

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 23w

    NATURE HAS HIDDEN POETRY

    //IAMBIC PENTAMETER//


    Farm nature poetry, fruit as Ambrosia scent
    Hath thou heart sense aroma fruit of tis
    Haphazard bald to emotion box words drown
    A clear cut prose yet fruitful poetry poet proud

    night silver star or half or full or clos'd
    Borrow or self, gleam mak'th night heaven blithe
    The eve'n star how poe'tic after ripen dark
    The gleaming dark behold the beauty poems

    The craftsman Ooze and be a child and cry
    No shed of ocean sleet a silence screams
    Of pregnant heart, a poet be mother
    Deliver poetry through pregnant of heart

    _Slide the sight on wings of aery Breeze
    Off heaped mar'thon sprinter be a still
    That eve'n heaven echo's while return
    To land of hearts, a pale night crickets bliss

    decorum heaven twinkling soothing dots
    A silent ocean mirror like it be
    Reflect the beauty fair night silver sun
    Behind tis all a fully ripen poetry fruit
    Let ants be bridge on blankness to craft fruit

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 23w

    Love

    IAMBIC METER

    My bosky garden were fully
    A fragrantic red petals
    And weather were as autumn thrills
    Falling rusty oh growing pale

    Welcome thou garden in
    To be a part as breath
    And water wouldn't gard'ner sin
    What thou brought with thou Is heath

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 24w

    //CRITICS AREN'T ARTISTS//

    //IAMBIC TRIMETER//

    The art hath not expert
    stutter will their perform
    Expert hath failed to be art
    Elect to be stutter tongue

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 24w

    Evening breeze

    //Blank VERSE//

    //INCOMPLETE POEM/

    Tis dancing child of air slanting deep heart
    Hath not seen tis more freedom aery than
    flags of beings, whose swords drips dews of drops
    By freedom name, wave freely as breeze by
    many breaths ceas'd,

    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 24w

    NATURE

    //IAMBIC TRIMETER//

    Subdue eyes are all around
    Slanted skillful thoughts
    Half desires fully loaded round
    half chase back money lot

    Whose adore tis beauty mound
    Of bosky dance on breeze
    Cruel eyes hath not
    And eyes afar and lost

    Oh lands of pale leafs
    Of bliss, I wonder thou art
    How HE lore blithe in thee
    When pass the aery gives
    Soothing blissful feel
    ©_boyka

  • _boyka 24w

    Erotic poem

    A gleaming as maid rays of red
    Thy chest be shiny mountain as
    A gentle hands on chest of thee
    _Swirl the hands of beloved

    The Glee on Belle of thee like bliss
    The way betwixt the shiny cups
    A way of heaven feel and be
    Oh thee the Ken of men on chest

    Elixir or fountain of youth as drink
    Thy sharp nipples brightest star as be
    If arouse the symph'ny of Mozart thou sing
    The beauty of chest Shimmer as sunne


    ©_boyka