Nodame's_Ballad

Category: Contemporary Observational Poetry

  • MEH…..

    MEH…..

    The silence sways and holds the shooting star,
    A mystery it is, yet missed more often than not.
    Grief and sorrow, armed and heavy,
    Slips away with silence touch.
    Yet the body pulls them back,
    relives their weight with another.

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  • Flutter

    She fluttered, as he gently gripped and led,
    No malice meant — yet sniffles half her life,
    as she bled.
    Deep down, ardent. The gateway of destiny misled —
    yet endless chances these princes of mutts still get.

    You see, she yearns for what all living things yearn for.
    Sit with her. Hear her blinded needs.
    Just once — and more.

    Though it feels as foreign as frost in flame,
    when the spring blooms again —
    become the prince she needs.
    Be the one who leads.

                         - Nodame
  • This Golden Day

    This Golden Day

    One morning, rising up—

    Liberated from countless,
    
shackling webs of self-condemnation.
    Hugged by warmth,
    a fragrant sanctuary.
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