The Midnight Vesper

When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got.

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Hostility (A Sensory Poem)

Hostility is Red
It looks like a burning sun
It sounds like a roaring tiger
It tastes like papaya leaves
It feels resentfully hot
Red is when you try to combine oil and water

-Enindita-

Disastrous World

Decomposition of all the human race
Illegible by anyone like a scribbling on the wall
Sharing no peace in every country
Abhorrence that is always growing leads to
Sadism that will rule your life
Take two hearts to work because
Eerie always comes in your heart and
Racket nothing in your life

An Acrostic by Measi & Enin (G.8)

A Sad World

Sadness is all over the world
Anguish attacks all people
Deem the world has no life

An Acrostic by Andi & Fredy (G.8)