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Tag Archives: Anger

Pixelated memory

13 Tuesday Sep 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 59 Comments

Tags

Anger, Angry words, Cannot be taken back, d'Verse Poets Pub, Dropping an axe!, Emotional, Faint memory, Full stop, Helpness, Loss, Moods, Only a memory now, OpenLinkNight, Past tense, Relationship, The River Journal, Walking away

I had recently clicked this in Key West... ofcourse I Gimp'd it a bit so it "suited" this poem 🙂

Gestures flashed
like ominous streaks
of steely lightning

Words rolled
like metal beads
off a snapped nylon cord

Emotions flowed
like molten lava
from a furious volcano

Sparks flew
like limpid feathers
on a still Autumn eve

Silence pervaded
like an eerie calm
after a brutal raging storm

…. Then you were gone….
With the stars in my eyes
silently exploding
into a monotony
of nothingness
And all I could do
was stand there
looking at you
ashen faced
while you
blurred
into an
urn of
dots
:::
:


**Posted for Week 9 of OpenLinkNight @ d’VersePoets Pub… this is ONE place you ought to check out! You are bound to love it! **

***This poem has been featured in The River – an ever so artistic journal, you are bound to simply LOVE it! ***

Meandering paths

16 Tuesday Nov 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 48 Comments

Tags

Anger, Anxiety, Emotions, Envy, Feelings, Happiness, Love, Monday Poetry Potluck, Moods, Paths, Sadness, Z to A challenge

Image credits: Photobucket.com

Ecstatic with clean joy
Singing some happy tune
Light heart ready to buoy
Up to a smiling moon

This sudden pang of love
Drives me madly frantic
With warm rainbows above
I’m on trips romantic

But somewhere down the road
A fear of loss set in
It built a fine abode
Put my mind to chagrin

A wicked fury raw
Now boils, just to fester
This low volcanic gnaw
Makes peace hard to muster

Eruptions of stale bile
Stark nauseating green
Make way for feelings vile
Invoke desires mean

After some moments dark
Dejection found its way
It’s no walk in the park
On this cold gloomy day


**Posted for Monday Poetry Potluck hosted by Amanda and yours truly, and for the Z-A Challenge (letter M) hosted by Leo… Please do check out the lovely creative takes by the other poets at these poetic hubs!! You’ll love them all!! :)**

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

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