A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
these wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
I outstretch my arms,
I yawn, I smile—
safe in the knowledge
that I am not
immortal
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they crave
some irony
A spider web
some deep, brown eyes—
a saturnine reflection
in my morning
coffee
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
Where did She go?
I sensed her, near—
yet now she's
nowhere around
to be seen
/O Muse, come back,
bearing harmonious gifts—
effacing this senseless
loop of lazy
s o u n d s/
dear readers,
i am quite delighted
to share some good news with you,
as my poem "nightsong"
has just been published by
Spillwords
you can check it here:
feel free to like it
if you feel so inclined 🤍
i take this chance
to thank you all for your support—
it really warms my heart and poetic soul
to see you follow, read,
like and comment on my poems
oh! I almost forgot
you can also follow me on IG:
@lannazeescribbles
i may not be the most
active of IG poets
but I'll be delighted
to see
you
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🤍
with much poetic love
Anna (LannaZ)
i lightly caress
the tip
of that mike
As if I was
about to sing
your yet unwritten
silent
s
o
l
o
instrument naked—
my voice
about to tickle
Your well-versed skin
and enticingly
bite on your
unsuspecting
earlobe
A mascara tear
drops
and blurs
the mirrored image of
our
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
coexistence
the one that will never
be read aloud—
same as my solo
will never ever get sung
it was
your one and only
a capella kiss
yet that night
you chose
not to
l
i
s
t
e
n
to my naked
notes
that bleeding
nightsong
LannaZee 