Here are a few of mine... Wordplay: Whispers, filling summer air the tangy, bitter taste of jealousy. distrust. Hatred. Unbeknownst to me words have circled. My philosophies my ideologies, my insecurities. a distasteful attempt to harm hurting me not because of what was said but the fact that you said it. no longer confident in who you are I move on. Forgetting the past, not reliving the present, hopeful that the future will bring new I'll be alright, because after tonight anyone will do, except you.
Sandstorm freedom returned to those it was taken. blood still flowing from skin and flesh like the flowing of refugees, returning home from torment, struggle, harsh times. lives drastically changed with the beginning of war ending, or so analysts think, with wars still going restraining walls erected, though many expected the crumbling of rock when the feuding stopped. busses exploded, while rifles unloaded bullets. targeting both guilty and innocent resignations abound, stability not sound and yet victory is called out from the powers that be.
dark, ambiguous and evasive, angry, non commital. how do these observations [ your poetic content] make you feel inside. would help the reader empathise... gritty stuff,,nice one
