A devout spiritual Birth and death A mere passing To closely watch this beautiful world Temporary the presence Learnings and memories For the soul Depth of this life Felt The fragrance of ancient soil The mountains rock solid And the journey of the ***** Under the luminous sky Yet, a belief in the higher power The divine, supreme being Ever so deeply rooted Beyond the cycle of life and death Lord Shiva To draw strength and endurance Some wisdom To walk the path of truth Not through rituals But being closely guided by the divine In deep reverence Chanting Ten thousand times Om Namah Shivay Uprooting the fears Gently placing faith In place Belief in self In the power of the divine
Look at stars, They are so far I catch a shooting star to burn fire in my heart.
I know what I want In me, someone tryna be number 1 # be the only one great as the sun. I know it's so hard a pillar wish to fly, the winds wants to find where it belongs. Nothing will be wrong to follow what we love And I'll be strong to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
You didn't ask for this relationship I did You didn't want a romance I did You wanted it to be casual I couldn't I would say you want to be friends but I don't know if you do
My first mistake I went into our friendship with romance in my eyes
My second mistake I didn't let my feelings die that night
I dreamt of you the day I wanted to sever that connection My head hurts There's a pressure in my mind Is this what our friendship is supposed to feel like?
I can't ask anything from anyone, in the end it's their life but still Do you value our friendship? Or is it an obligation Do you care about me? Or am I just another person in this world Do you enjoy my company? Or am I just another part of your anxiety
If you do value me, then we can rebuild But if you don't, then I don't know
I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim . P.s Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
i keep pouring milk into my cup of coffee even when i see that it is overflowing it is bleeding over the rim and dripping down the edges i will have to clean it later the counter will be sticky i keep pouring
Mum says “light a candle, burn some incense” but mum my inner sense is the only thing stopping me from burning myself to the ground because I can’t stand the light anymore.
Nan says “your'e too bright to be depressed” but the bright sparks that flicker of a memory that is dark, and the flame only reminds me that everybody I love is someday gonna die. But mum..... nan...... i’m not afraid of the dark, that’s the problem.
It’s hard to have fun when i don't feel like having fun. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that i don’t want to go to the party, I WANT to go to the party, but i’m stuck in an abusive relationship with depression and anxiety and they talk me out of going. Cancel plans last minute, making up a physical illness, because "sorry I'm too depressed to see u" sounds utterly ridiculous.
“You are ageless,” says time with a laugh. I needed a photograph to track my past. The future is alluring, the present is getting blurry, the past chimes in with an “I told you so” so I stood up tall, head held high, and accepted that even the truth wouldn’t make me cry. “This is when you know it's over, my friend”.
I know you. Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because I know you. That’s what this is. I know you, And I want you, And I care about you Anyway. Don’t want no one else. You might not know me, The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you, In the darkness, In the night, But I know you. And I want you anyway.
Why is poetry dying when we still have the gift? If we still have water then we still have a ship. We can sail to the places these words take us. We are still shaken by the words that make us. Why should we let poetry die when there is so much to explore? If only people read it and discovered more.
A moment of careless happiness, Full of joy and emptiness... Making argument always, Was playful push, poke of ways. Pretend they were too small, Lost it, and can't find that all... #thought #life #happiness #ways