Three Darling Poems: Finding the Right Words, Fragment, and Dead Ones by Teresita Blanco

 Three Darling Poems: Finding the Right Words, Fragment, and Dead Ones by Teresita Blanco

The first poem is kinda peachy. Finding the Right words was an interesting experiment. The Dead Ones is an interesting metaphor I made up. It relates to another poem of mine. The Fragment poem , is simply a fragment. Well, I hope that you like these poems of mine a lot. They are all 5 stars worthy. 

Finding the Right Words

by Teresita Blanco 

I cannot find

The right words

To describe this…

“feeling”, this…

Disgusting taste

In my mouth;

“sour”, yeah!

That might work…

Still… it seems

A bit weak,

It fails to capture

The essence of my loathing.

Oh! Wait! “ Loathing”.

Not a sensory word,

But it will have to do,

(for now, anyway)

Yeah… I loath

My generation,

My time, my space ,

Even the air

I breath is poisonous,

No, Venomous, ( yeah,

Venom, sounds so much better)

To me.

I cannot stand

Living like this anymore!!

I don’t have the right words

To describe this feeling, this longing.  

Fragment

by Teresita Blanco

I cannot stand

Living like this anymore!!

Day in and day out.

All the same

Nothing more!

Dead Ones 

by Teresita Blanco

Life is but a passing shadow.

A new age, a new world, a new dream.

Time and time again,

I seek solace in my solitude.

But alas, the world finds me.

Perhaps, I should become

A renunciate, a nun,

A priest or a beggar.

 Yet, even in that form

Life finds me.

I detest life,

Because I am dead.

To be dead

While living

Is a torment

I desire upon everyone.

Only when all become

Like the dead ones.

Can my life be done.

Copyright Teresita Blanco