Category: Minimalist Poetry


Half-inch Poetry

Reluctant footsteps
at my door
should I ask him in?

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Unfinished poems
at my bedside
I will miss evenings like these
smell of virgin rims

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Unfinished bedside poems
know
to pause,

    sometimes,

is to end

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I write
to remember
to forget

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I live life
life lives me
Both lives-
are they mine?

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A thousand
suns
rise
set
inside me
blinded.

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Last Night
I made a wish to
a flickering bulb
far away

Sky was thick with black clouds.

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