Teresita Blanco Poems : Several Fragments and Creation

Teresita Blanco Poems : Several Fragments and Creation

I wrote a few fragments. I was running low on inspiration that week. I sometimes wonder about a few things. The creation poem was also peachy. It was about creating something or other. Its part of my weird poems. Man, I hate making intros to my poems. It takes forever to get nowhere. In any case, my poems deserve 5 stars rating.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

The legion comes

Seeking great fun,

Tormenting mortals

With opaque opals.

The sun of old

Has grown cold.

The vague promise

Beckons the furnace.

It is not he

The one I seek,

There would be no fun

To have him

At arm’s length. 

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

Looking past the furnace

I seek a steely assurance.

Beneath this gripping cold

Screams out a dying soul.

Creation
by Teresita Blanco

When I last head your name

I felt such a crippling pain.

Such a vain, cliché, oh lame.

I am such a fool.

I was only your tool.

Forget the past,

I am gone, at last.

Rise above today;

Only then I’ll gain

Formation’s clay.

It is in my nature

To create,

So why nurture

Your hate?

It would not be fun

If it was done.

I will make

A true fake.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

I am tired of wondering.

I wish to end this yearning.

While learning to cope

I discovered hope.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

The chains I bear

Become my living hell.

I wish I could tare

My mortal shell.

Fragment 
by Teresita Blanco

Man knows only time,

Chained by his own design. 

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