Here is my poem for 3/3:

Joyous death, accompanied by anger
tempestuous as Love
tossing and twisting
writhing in pain

Pain? or is it Love?
is there a difference
the difference lies in what
the line is fine and bare is the stock from which it came

We all see, unless we do not
those blind hateful unless loved
hate and love, another fine boundary
like dental floss

Strong, thin, and very useful
yet when fresh upon it
it can cut you open
and make you Bleed

If you can get past the pain
and suffering, continue
continue into the pain
and when you make it out, love?

Love perhaps, much like the pain
it rattles in your mind
jars your tunnel vision
and shakes your threshold

Light and blinding, coming towards you
if you let it in with grace
it will enlighten
ragingly and painstakingly

It will be, yet not as it is so
like acupuncture, failure
death, perfection to bliss
take it or leave it, pain

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Here is the poem for 3/9:

Fickle is the mind
pincers ready at ease
her majesty ponders
in her dreamy sleep

Clouded is the mirror
into which I look daily
I see the blemished reflection
and take it in as me

The societal light bears
no help to death
sorrow takes more sympathy
than the coldness of humans

Why are we at all?
should death end me
when humanity has done so
prematurely

Love’s evanescent tide
seems low at all glances
sight of prize dims to nothing
humiliation rears its shoulder

Bed of nails
nails of futility
futile in love
love in unwanted places

Light escapes the darkness
and heats the cold
the waters of love
fill the empty confinements of self

Twist the truth like Holbein
spin the plate and use the gate
to enter the palace of found glory
we love and look above, fuzzy . . .

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Here is the poem for 3/8:

The woman on the left
twice is she insidious
her seduction beckons
subtly she works her charm

Her niceties awe me
her speech sends goosebumps
through my shivering body
why not now?

She gives without taking
unknowing of her munificence
I absorb her effulgence
feeling each moment joyously

Why not now?
is her grace not enough
or is it me
why not now?

Is there a perfect time
must my fastidious persona
be my failure
damn you self

If not now at least later?
portent of the future
take me on your ride
Why not ever?

The future is imminent
yet why am I still not
and have not, coward
courage of self resides where?

Why not now echoing
voices in the head echoing
the silence reveal it echoing
self-disgust of its echoing

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Here is the poem for 3/7:

Through gritted teeth inside
I try to speak up
the ephemeral words die
and speechless is the heart

The day of release
is straying farther away
the tenacious laziness of soul
chases half-heartedly

The body of the earth
divided in quarters
instinctively separating
into lonely niches

The pieces lie in dormancy
waiting for a slim hope
each with its own grace
and its own insolence

Darkness, the girl who glares
her shrill silence kills
and her dagger of voices
awes the listeners

Courage, unfitting to his name
hides in the caves
of eternal labyrinths
reclusively in waiting

Desperation, her lonely body
rots in a hell of mush
society’s product of self
whispers her last words

Love, yes the lovely her
is so cruel and spiteful
yet so gracious when pleased
take me in, I love thee

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Here is the poem for 3/6:

The whisper of my love
fades in rhythm with the sun
the radiance of the darkness
spreads to my heart

Swelling of my soul
treated by a catalyst
opposite of appeasement
aggravation of my loneliness

The fire of self
burns coolly
the wave of calmness
sets in the horizon

Aching body, like the soul
has no mercy for me
he takes pain from it
and gives it back

Cut like a blade
defined as the heavens
tread on the waters
of the sinful desert

Flight away to the mirror
of opaque reflection
the gleam of a golden blue
in the ocean of sadness

The maker of sorrow
joyfully makes merry
his victims saddening
in his cage of doom

Life, or lack thereof
takes on a spiteful mask
he laughs and cackles
echoing your death

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Here is the poem for 3/5:

Machinery of mankind
the eternal workings of the heart
mysterious like one but not
on the whim of the jester

He jokes cruelly and takes
what is mine, or his?
for what I know he is
the I in me

Play on love’s first note
envision such vivid patterns
and realize that you can see
and not know or know how

Save the real fish
the fish we want
the fish we like
the fish swims away

Cannot be caught
like love’s fair wagon
glides with grace to make
her grand appearance

Starlight starbright
oh what a joyful sight
mundane as life yet
pleasuring like It

The heavens take from you
and give to you
nothing, save Nature
yours and the worlds

beginning to end, the same
to both and stand in it all
swim and bask in the light
be wary, for it burns

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Here is the poem for 3/4:

Merriment fills the mind
blinding all pain and love
the moment is heat
and well insulated

Like a swift Chinook
the happiness fades
into what only it knows
thrust upon the land is the Beast

Beast to Beast, I would think
each of its own accord
taking life and love and pain and hate
suffering extremes to die

Why does such exist
work of the devil
the sin of us all
take it to be what?

Human Nature and Id
trailing in the distance
playing second fiddle
to the darkness, waiting

The darkness is patient
it scopes out the victims
and relentlessly fulfills its vendetta
death, of self and soul

Love, the pain, or love, it not
becoming of such foolishness
stabs into thine ego
the world ending

Torturous and painful
tormenting the man
he dies and awakens to
Blackness

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I like it.

I suggest you start one thread and post your poem everyday in there. That way, you are not clogging the forum with all of your individual poems.