Best Poems Written by Nova Chiyu

Poetry: Evening Picnic

The Abandoned Vacant Lot Filled with Concrete
Weeds sprout from the cracks,
A sign reads it was once a place to heal creatures.

All that remains is melancholy and "Hope Pears,"
Lying on the feverish black ground after scaling the tall fence.
A clock that has stopped thinking, or perhaps for reflection,
Stands motionless, hands pointing in the same direction without bending.


It would be nice to have gum, to keep a semblance of sanity,
It would be nice to have gum, to stay a bit less unhinged.


Dusk pretends to offer the answer of life as usual,
And leaves with an oblivious face.

But I cannot blame,
At least it gives some "meaning."

Taking a bite of the pear,
Juiceless, tasteless, except for bitterness.

Trying to discern what it is through chewing,
It disappears bit by bit with every bite,
Leaving only a vague and undesirable presence on the tongue.

"I'll come back,"
To have an evening picnic,
To find hope in the dusk.

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