owlerynquills - Hello Poetry

You sow seeds of your life, By your own self. You wish that they survive, Without others' help. You put some water of affection, And desire for a vibrant leaves collection. You anticipate it show the true inner reflection. You wish the plant to grow soon, It peaks out and sees the brutality. You take care of it in the blazing afternoon, So that it doesn't adapts to the causality. You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree, Which gives fruits and blooms flowers, Which can be set free, And is full of vie and power. Once it's usual to the surroundings, People come and go. And say bad words cursily The tree- it's morals go low. The imaginations and expectations All are failed. Full of scars and suctions You now sailed. Back to - from where you came. No guilt, no regret, no shame. You think to earn more fame, Making your life truly lame. The tree without you died, Because it had no hope. Are you still capable to say "it's mine" It is long gone.

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Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC

owlerynquills

Seeds

You sow seeds of your life, By your own self. You wish that they survive, Without others' help. You put some water of affection, And desire for a vibrant leaves collection. You anticipate it show the true inner reflection. You wish the plant to grow soon, It peaks out and sees the brutality. You take care of it in the blazing afternoon, So that it doesn't adapts to the causality. You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree, Which gives fruits and blooms flowers, Which can be set free, And is full of vie and power. Once it's usual to the surroundings, People come and go. And say bad words cursily The tree- it's morals go low. The imaginations and expectations All are failed. Full of scars and suctions You now sailed. Back to - from where you came. No guilt, no regret, no shame. You think to earn more fame, Making your life truly lame. The tree without you died, Because it had no hope. Are you still capable to say "it's mine" It is long gone.

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Like a star in the daylight Unseen but burning bright. Like a hibernated bear in it's cave You don't know the existence hence stand brave. For the birds also chirp In front of the sea's enormous burp. For the Nats also build home Sadly smashed when you walk or Rome. Like a fire inside for doing right The things that bothered when lacked might. Like inside a prison cell as a slave For freedom you shall forever crave. For the spirits inside can hide sometimes But to ignite them, enough is this rhyme For now you should get up as I did Remember not to be your own culprit.

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Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC

owlerynquills

Incite Inside

Like a star in the daylight Unseen but burning bright. Like a hibernated bear in it's cave You don't know the existence hence stand brave. For the birds also chirp In front of the sea's enormous burp. For the Nats also build home Sadly smashed when you walk or Rome. Like a fire inside for doing right The things that bothered when lacked might. Like inside a prison cell as a slave For freedom you shall forever crave. For the spirits inside can hide sometimes But to ignite them, enough is this rhyme For now you should get up as I did Remember not to be your own culprit.

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After the day is over And the thrush begins lullabies. I need to escape from this tiredness By going into sweet delight. Softly like heaven's fleece Those eyelids close in thought. I'm in a state so easily forgettable Yet one that I like the most.

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Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC

owlerynquills

Hypnagogic

After the day is over And the thrush begins lullabies. I need to escape from this tiredness By going into sweet delight. Softly like heaven's fleece Those eyelids close in thought. I'm in a state so easily forgettable Yet one that I like the most.

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DISAPPOINTMENT AND FAILURE: are life's part Today the sky seemed a little darker, And the night scary. For now, I am a proven loser Because I couldn't do something that easy. I sink in my deep ocean of disappointment, With head and spirits down. For now, My failure has given me contentment Of trying again and returning with a frown. I know I must not give up Because it is a part of life. I must prepare myself for a long jump, My soul gave me this advice. I need an upgrade, So that I can try again. This is the esse's trade Accept this with nerve or disdain.

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Dec 8, 2020

Dec 8, 2020 at 9:48 PM UTC

owlerynquills

The two are life's part

DISAPPOINTMENT AND FAILURE: are life's part Today the sky seemed a little darker, And the night scary. For now, I am a proven loser Because I couldn't do something that easy. I sink in my deep ocean of disappointment, With head and spirits down. For now, My failure has given me contentment Of trying again and returning with a frown. I know I must not give up Because it is a part of life. I must prepare myself for a long jump, My soul gave me this advice. I need an upgrade, So that I can try again. This is the esse's trade Accept this with nerve or disdain.

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At midnight of this unearthly day There were screams, howlers and yells, Coming from a fishy corner in the house Loud claps and clinging bells. They appear in the shadows Monstrous, creepy yet small With necks narrow And eyes big as ball A cake kept in the middle of the hall Tall as my height and wobbly as the knight bus With wierd decorations And icing that looked suspicious In the drink glasses, something scarlet and purple was being poured with popping bubbles and silver steam And for starters, There were toad bones and ostrich cream! Few wore sandy robes With their maroon skin And the green mob wore tea towels Picked up from a bin Later in the birthday party, They started knocking each other Which looked like a game in popularity Blithesome, hair-raising, gate crashing, altogether! The goblins and their very customs They were following with devotion But who's birthday was it? I couldn't get this notion Well, goodnight! The Birthday Goblin I better not come near, As you look quaintest and goggle-eyed too For the condition is not the same here.

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Oct 25, 2020

Oct 25, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC

owlerynquills

Goblin's at the Birthday Party

At midnight of this unearthly day There were screams, howlers and yells, Coming from a fishy corner in the house Loud claps and clinging bells. They appear in the shadows Monstrous, creepy yet small With necks narrow And eyes big as ball A cake kept in the middle of the hall Tall as my height and wobbly as the knight bus With wierd decorations And icing that looked suspicious In the drink glasses, something scarlet and purple was being poured with popping bubbles and silver steam And for starters, There were toad bones and ostrich cream! Few wore sandy robes With their maroon skin And the green mob wore tea towels Picked up from a bin Later in the birthday party, They started knocking each other Which looked like a game in popularity Blithesome, hair-raising, gate crashing, altogether! The goblins and their very customs They were following with devotion But who's birthday was it? I couldn't get this notion Well, goodnight! The Birthday Goblin I better not come near, As you look quaintest and goggle-eyed too For the condition is not the same here.

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A cup of coffee And a book in my hands Held open to read and relax I make the space a little cosy So that, I can imagine and trace What the author has to say The light is still on And I am excitedly awake To learn experiences by Flipping pages I have no idea how more books it will take To motivate me to write And put together different stages I know and have already realised There is a lot of power in ink According to what authors write Few are awarded and others are criticized I wish to write one day Something that shakes the world Luminary, aspiring and encouraging Thoughts of all, together what holds I tell myself "Pick Up the Pen" And start by writing a phrase Write one and you will gradually write ten And the trick goes this way I am young but have a dream To inspire one and all I want to pen down The deepest truths of life Existing on this mega ball Through what I write I want to tell all "Pick up the pen" Ink down what you feel is right Something that has your thoughts Imperfection will come your way But when practice runs-a-bout Stick to it and stay You will then be different from the crowd. Written by- Vanshika Atri

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May 5, 2020

May 5, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC

owlerynquills

"Pick Up the Pen"

A cup of coffee And a book in my hands Held open to read and relax I make the space a little cosy So that, I can imagine and trace What the author has to say The light is still on And I am excitedly awake To learn experiences by Flipping pages I have no idea how more books it will take To motivate me to write And put together different stages I know and have already realised There is a lot of power in ink According to what authors write Few are awarded and others are criticized I wish to write one day Something that shakes the world Luminary, aspiring and encouraging Thoughts of all, together what holds I tell myself "Pick Up the Pen" And start by writing a phrase Write one and you will gradually write ten And the trick goes this way I am young but have a dream To inspire one and all I want to pen down The deepest truths of life Existing on this mega ball Through what I write I want to tell all "Pick up the pen" Ink down what you feel is right Something that has your thoughts Imperfection will come your way But when practice runs-a-bout Stick to it and stay You will then be different from the crowd. Written by- Vanshika Atri

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