triforce4077
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I wrote these a few months ago, and posted them here, but I want fresh opinions.
"Coffee Shop"
Echoes of dreamers
Essence of creamers
Choke the air of this coffee shop.
It’s magic never falters, only rises to the top.
Silhouettes of sunflowers
Statuettes of Towers
Adorn the loft of this coffee shop
As memories are made, javas are brewed nonstop.
Smiles of society
Peoples of variety
Stand within the walls, awaiting their request
Observing the décor, they are quite impressed.
Steaming cup in hand
They drift from the line, while others wait and stand
They’ve what they came for
Now it's time to leave through the door
They Leave the shop and continue on their way
Knowing that with the coffee, they can now start their day.
" Epitome of Emptiness"
Tis’ but a devoid attic I return to, the nettle of murk
A canvas of dry hides within the shadows, not a splotch of color, fills the margins of the work.
Above me only rafters, not a peek of skies
Beside me, no one, never a chance for goodbyes.
Forces of loneliness, echoes of grief, torment me, as I sit within this nook
Waiting for a beating heart to serenade mine, to serge the important, as an early brook.
I wish for a hint of a sound,
The simplest symphony, but none can be found.
I attempt to play the harp of being
But the strings are sullied with the dust, which smothers the air; it is darkness that I continue seeing.
My weeping is only echoed and returned back to me.
Against the wall which separates me from life, against my plea.
And somewhere in the darkness sounds a whisper, a soft beat.
Alas, it is only my own heart beating, an utter defeat.
And so my heart beats, on its lone path,
Never finding another, till the end of time, I have weathered emptiness’ wrath.
"Coffee Shop"
Echoes of dreamers
Essence of creamers
Choke the air of this coffee shop.
It’s magic never falters, only rises to the top.
Silhouettes of sunflowers
Statuettes of Towers
Adorn the loft of this coffee shop
As memories are made, javas are brewed nonstop.
Smiles of society
Peoples of variety
Stand within the walls, awaiting their request
Observing the décor, they are quite impressed.
Steaming cup in hand
They drift from the line, while others wait and stand
They’ve what they came for
Now it's time to leave through the door
They Leave the shop and continue on their way
Knowing that with the coffee, they can now start their day.
" Epitome of Emptiness"
Tis’ but a devoid attic I return to, the nettle of murk
A canvas of dry hides within the shadows, not a splotch of color, fills the margins of the work.
Above me only rafters, not a peek of skies
Beside me, no one, never a chance for goodbyes.
Forces of loneliness, echoes of grief, torment me, as I sit within this nook
Waiting for a beating heart to serenade mine, to serge the important, as an early brook.
I wish for a hint of a sound,
The simplest symphony, but none can be found.
I attempt to play the harp of being
But the strings are sullied with the dust, which smothers the air; it is darkness that I continue seeing.
My weeping is only echoed and returned back to me.
Against the wall which separates me from life, against my plea.
And somewhere in the darkness sounds a whisper, a soft beat.
Alas, it is only my own heart beating, an utter defeat.
And so my heart beats, on its lone path,
Never finding another, till the end of time, I have weathered emptiness’ wrath.
lol i write poetry too,