What is your poetry, my friend?
Is it the cool spring day that bounces
off your clothes after a long winter mourning;
the spine-chilling defrosting session
you have when the sun finally rises
and the forward look to the light of a new day.
Or is it the morning silence of a library,
hot teas, and warm crumpets, that carries
your imagination far far away
after forgetting the chaos of yesterday.
Your poetry is your happy place,
your depressed face, your angry taste,
and an exhausted out space...
Your race to the moon and back
before mother tucks you in
and turns off the lights.
It's the bad blues news
and the good old days' anthem
that hums on long to the Sunday tunes
without a care in the world.

What is our poetry, my friend?
Is it a couple of pals laying waste
to the grass below our restless bodies
as we gaze up into the galaxy
and pronounce what is your and mine;
the grass clumping together in our hands
and spilling all over each other's hair.
Or is it the strum of your guitar
and the beat of my hands clashing
against each other to make a sweat
Yet miserable lullaby for our hearts
to pour our into the beach we set camp at.
The waves matching our irregular beat
with its own casual style
that loves to ride up onto our toes mid-chorus.
Our Poetry is what we make of it.
love letters dabbled back and forth
across the classroom get caught
just to share the love we have
with everybody else who doesn't have.
The glittering looks we give
when everyone bursts out laughing
because we know they know
they will never come close to us;
not even second place.
The tear drop memories of what was
and what coulda woulda shoulda been
but now isn't there for us to even cry on;
just cold shoulders and salty whispers
about the past, that should never have been
because it makes up too much pain for the present.

some casual poetry
#love   #poetry   #life   #pain   #future   #cry   #past   #present   #yours   #mine  
2 hours ago

A bright, blinding light glows
Above me with brilliance,
Contrasting the ambiance.
My eyes are fixed on the hospital room's ceiling,
While my facial expressions change.
I see instruments used on me.
I let wave after wave of pain
Wash through me
And wait for the agony to subdue.
Sadly, hitherto, there is no distraction of any kind
That makes me forget the unbearable pain.
At the moment of utter helplessness,
The lines of my poem
Come to my rescue,
The words slowly taking birth,
Take my mind off agony.
I think of ways to describe
The hell I’m going through,
Knowing only too well
That I might not be the best person
To paint the picture.
Yet, here is my attempt!
I have the mad desire,
Raging through me,
To somehow leave my body,
Take my soul with me
And run away from the room.
I just wish I had the powers of Doctor Strange,
So I could escape into another realm,
Where I can have peace,
Where there is no pain.
Lying down there,
I secretly wish for death to take me,
Which I believe is sweeter
Than the inescapable torture
I face as a patient.
But that would make me selfish,
For I would leave my people,
The people who love me,
With a void that cannot be filled.
So, I wait patiently for my term
As a patient to come to an end.
And while I wait for the end,
I am writing this.

#poem   #life   #pain   #agony   #patient   #hospital  
Ola Radka
Ola Radka
4 hours ago

Empty pages.

Fill them
With faith.

Fill them
With hope.

Fill them
With Love.

harlon rivers
harlon rivers
5 hours ago

... a diary of the falling dominoes chapter

invisibly dying from the inside out
no one is looking into unseen eyes
no one can hear a muted voice fading
no one is close enough to be near

the deafening thrums echo
anxieties’ racing heartbeat
within morphing flesh shell ,
gasping for new breath
in a hovering stale silence

from a distance
the broken mirror ricochets a subdued light ;
much closer the reflection reveals
someone I once knew by heart

now an unrecognizable mask
enshrouds a terminal emptiness
inconspicuous at a fleeting glance ,
impossible to  discern what storms rage
from the inside out ,... unnoticed  

an uncontained wildfire smoldering within
lies in wait for the imminent winds of change
to fan the flames into the final
eternal silent ashes

a poet reaches out demurely
offering a candid look
into the window
of the imperfect human soul

there is no poetry
met by indifference
just gathered unread words scribbled,

squandered time
dripped slowly on an empty page ;
moments turn into days
days turned into years

invisibly dying from the inside out
an unfinished life trickles out
like seeping blood evanescing
from a bottomless puncture wounding
penetrating the heart,
leaching out the slow death of a poet

for poetry is only words unless they touch someone ...

befallen to indifference is poetic death
by salted paper cuts ...

a muting suffocation that hiddenly erodes away,
silencing the passion of a musing soul
one unread word at a time ...

© ... harlon rivers

it is an enigma how poetry evolves in meaning over time ―
like a self-fulfilled prophecy, some become transformational,
some become new beginnings or some become a finality
of a metamorphosis of peaceful endings

... all to be determined and allowed to let be
Kira Daymoon
Kira Daymoon
5 hours ago

Life is given you should use it properly instead of going and turning into something your parent aren't proud of. Be your own person don't let anyone change you. Remember you don't need anyone to be happy. All you need is your family.

I am not telling you want to do I just do want anyone to be hurting beacuse of the choices they have made
#love   #life   #family  
Mihir Kulkarni
Mihir Kulkarni
6 hours ago

Spreading like ink on the canvas of moon light,
grey clouds drifted haphazardly across the skies;
as we talked about life endlessly into the night,
the only stars I noticed were in her dark brown eyes...

Her passion makes her thoughts sparkle and you can see it in her eyes. The time simply passes by unnoticed while discussing new ideas with her!
#life   #eyes   #moon   #stars   #night   #ink   #clouds   #canvas   #brown  
7 hours ago

Today I died
My mind committed suicide
To vanquish
All feelings
In order
To save

#feelings   #depression   #life   #death   #mind  
7 hours ago

true friendship is being able to stay up until 4am just talking and laughing about random things
it is having a very good time even without alcohol
most of all, time spent with true friends is never boring no matter what you're doing
because time spent with friends,
is time that is always going to be worth spending

it's the littlest of things that sometimes should matter the most

though i forget you sometimes
be mine

#poem   #poetry   #depression   #life   #teenager   #teen  
Zenab Rehman
Zenab Rehman
8 hours ago

All is left couple of hours before your train arrives.

We had the best summer forever.

It was our late spring love.

I wish we could stop here for some more time.

I wish we could press rewind and begin everything from the earliest starting point.

I don't need to hear those comforting words when I know you will leave me alone.

Promise me you will remember when the night comes.

The time passes by it is turning out to be hard.

When I know we can't do anything further.

Now it is all over.

"You entre my life out of nowhere, and sunddenly become my whole world."
#love   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #pain   #relationship   #thoughts  
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