Fragmented Poems by Teresita Blanco

Editor's Note: These poems are loose fragments. An idea that I did not developed. Well, there is no point in wasting a good poem. Still, I am certain that you will like these short poems a lot.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

Bitter was the pill

I was force to swallow.

This medicine did not heal me.

It burned me,

It cursed me.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

The sky is so blue,

And I can hear

The waves roar.

Beyond the gentle breeze,

I can smell

The coming storm.

How could this day

Turn so dark and gray?

It seems only yesterday

That my laugh was loud and gay.

 

With a Capital F
by Teresita Blanco

My advice always

Seems to fall on deaf ears.

Oh! Why do I even bother!

Nay, they rather

I say, yay, yay,

To their foolishness.

But I am no fool…

Fools are they,

With a Capital F!!!

Fragments 
by Teresita Blanco

1

How foolish …

Getting frustrated

And angry

At something so trivial.

So commonplace.

2

You can never surmise

What lies hidden

Behind these eyes.

3

The hand of Midas

Strangles us,

He turns our dying breath

To gold dust.

4

The dye is weighted

The roulettes have magnets.  

Editor's Note: These poems are loose fragments. An idea that I did not developed. Well, there is no point in wasting a good poem.

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No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent. Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!