Mediocrity may never rule, keep swinging the bat
- Category Archives Micropoetry
This category contains my social-media-posted poetry, mainly character-limited work first published on my Twitter (@yonar) and Instagram (@word_weave).
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Choose to live it
I don’t mind the fat, the gray, the scars
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Lessons in resilience
Cast out, condemned, yet here I stand
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Duckface
Watch me be a typical mindless selfie generation drone
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A mind my own
Do not blame me for having and using a mind my own
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Shot to shot
I”m hungry, so I feed
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Denied lucidity
Lies blanketed in soothing twilight flee dawn’s healing rays of clarity
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Numbers game
Fake smiles, meaningless conversations
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Where it all divides
There’s a moment in time in the days I remember
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Silence less deafening
The steady beating of my heart reminds me I am still alive
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Madverse & VSSPoem
Lessons in resilience
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A subtlety
Little things that don’t say much by themselves
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Motives true
Teeth sharpened, dripping venom
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Set free
The truth will set you free
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The bitter end
Shadows of creation, so surreal
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Words fall through me
Untold meaning dissipates
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Duty worn
Turn away and it all ends, turn away, come undone
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Stubborn moon
Angry clouds, racing past
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The first red of day
It seems the world is painted in pools of blood
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End of the road
I am my successes nor my failures
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Self-proclaimed king
Watching, waiting, swaying, shaping
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More than meets the eye
Dark specters made of nervous quiet
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Not poems
If all your work rhymes every other line
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Hate perpetual
Round and round we go
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Into The Great Unknown
Visionary anticipation failing
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First date jitters
Uneasy nervous smiles, silence far from comfortable
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Hearts astray
Too much love not to get hurt
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Breathe
Embrace possibility
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Life is a replay
up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A
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Black or white
Treat me right or watch me walk away
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What we can’t let go
It hurts so much more to learn the hard way
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Days gone by
Sing your song for the fallen ones
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Cascade
Let go what you can’t change
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Partridge
What will my true love give me
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Waning heart
Tipping scales of self-delusion, from wish to expectation
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Our dance is done
May you find peace