siddharth-penmetcha - Hello Poetry

To create or to consume, that is the question To cook or to gorge, needs answering When a leaf flutters down from a tree Dead, worn and bereft of life The earth greets it with little mercy And proceeds to devour it utterly But ask the tree what she poured into that leaf And she answers calmly, all the life that came before me Our duty is to be, but our desire is to set free What lives within us, from others already freed From the mortal yoke It takes a poke, a nudge and sometimes a push For it comes not easy, not easily shook But once you breathe the air of creation You will never again question Whether to eat or create You draw upon the joys and pain of the billions before you And you exhale into being, a beautiful bloom

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Sep 12, 2025

Sep 12, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC

Create something

To create or to consume, that is the question To cook or to gorge, needs answering When a leaf flutters down from a tree Dead, worn and bereft of life The earth greets it with little mercy And proceeds to devour it utterly But ask the tree what she poured into that leaf And she answers calmly, all the life that came before me Our duty is to be, but our desire is to set free What lives within us, from others already freed From the mortal yoke It takes a poke, a nudge and sometimes a push For it comes not easy, not easily shook But once you breathe the air of creation You will never again question Whether to eat or create You draw upon the joys and pain of the billions before you And you exhale into being, a beautiful bloom

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Why do books smell so good? I know, I know the chemical truth But ever wonder if its because the planet approves? what if mother earth agrees with the use cut my child down but write wonderful prose dream a million things and use the pages to be verbose explain something carefully, like mother nature would if she could speak, and now she does, through books

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Jun 25, 2024

Jun 25, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC

Books

Why do books smell so good? I know, I know the chemical truth But ever wonder if its because the planet approves? what if mother earth agrees with the use cut my child down but write wonderful prose dream a million things and use the pages to be verbose explain something carefully, like mother nature would if she could speak, and now she does, through books

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I was lost, afloat but adrift I was trapped, with wings but clipped I was asleep, stuck in a looping dream I was gasping, though I knew how to breathe. Then you shone a light, so I could see within The fog vanished, and the curtains parted I was repulsed, aghast, ashamed But you never judged, just asked questions Questions that needed answers Questions that I had never asked Questions that the world had forgotten to pose Questions that I still struggle to grasp What you mean to me, is the hardest question to answer Soulmate, my one and only, my other half These are just words, they are but bluster My love is endless, my soul is now attached It is a kite that has found a string, and now flies with the wind A moon that swims the sky, scratched and pockmarked, yet dancing A river that knows its mark, the sea, the abyss, the void yet it tumbles and turns, meanders and churns I gather the dust, I reflect the stars I look further and further, within and without I have no fear, of the dark unknown I am touched by an angel, and she guides me home

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Dec 31, 2022

Dec 31, 2022 at 7:07 AM UTC

Slipstream

I was lost, afloat but adrift I was trapped, with wings but clipped I was asleep, stuck in a looping dream I was gasping, though I knew how to breathe. Then you shone a light, so I could see within The fog vanished, and the curtains parted I was repulsed, aghast, ashamed But you never judged, just asked questions Questions that needed answers Questions that I had never asked Questions that the world had forgotten to pose Questions that I still struggle to grasp What you mean to me, is the hardest question to answer Soulmate, my one and only, my other half These are just words, they are but bluster My love is endless, my soul is now attached It is a kite that has found a string, and now flies with the wind A moon that swims the sky, scratched and pockmarked, yet dancing A river that knows its mark, the sea, the abyss, the void yet it tumbles and turns, meanders and churns I gather the dust, I reflect the stars I look further and further, within and without I have no fear, of the dark unknown I am touched by an angel, and she guides me home

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Coming apart at the seams, troubled even in my dreams Losing my mind to thrills, cheap or otherwise I want to make myself scream, sadly, no words are to be seen But maybe I will cackle, make a scene Amused at my past selves' hubris, wondering which way bends the stream

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Oct 14, 2022

Oct 14, 2022 at 7:08 AM UTC

The stream

Coming apart at the seams, troubled even in my dreams Losing my mind to thrills, cheap or otherwise I want to make myself scream, sadly, no words are to be seen But maybe I will cackle, make a scene Amused at my past selves' hubris, wondering which way bends the stream

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I miss you immensely your lack, is a coldness that makes my skin lonely, it begs to be touched, to feel warm again But i'm not cold, i'm just bored of the normies, they aren't like you don't excite me, or delight me their ideas are old, decrepit, stale and they're stuck chasing tails I know you share my wonder the thrill of finding what's under the intricate tapestry of life's majesty the universe undone, knot by single knot How boring are those, who do not wonder whose minds no more sing, and chase things Only you know, what I mean when I stare into the void, and know not if its without, or within

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC

Your lack

I miss you immensely your lack, is a coldness that makes my skin lonely, it begs to be touched, to feel warm again But i'm not cold, i'm just bored of the normies, they aren't like you don't excite me, or delight me their ideas are old, decrepit, stale and they're stuck chasing tails I know you share my wonder the thrill of finding what's under the intricate tapestry of life's majesty the universe undone, knot by single knot How boring are those, who do not wonder whose minds no more sing, and chase things Only you know, what I mean when I stare into the void, and know not if its without, or within

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In a world of lies, with the realities of life, safely ignored I swipe my screen, and wring my hands, saying I'm bored. I sip my tea, blissfully aware of the common man's plight I tell myself, it's not my fault, it's alright. I write my blogs, I rate my world and give it a C- As I dive right in to the cess pool of the world's finest My mind addled with an addiction to 'things' As the rich men slyly pull on my strings The child within, utters a plaintive cry Long dead his thirst, and clipped his wings I have to get to work, and work to get by I don't want to know, what I lost, when I gained these things.

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Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC

Things

In a world of lies, with the realities of life, safely ignored I swipe my screen, and wring my hands, saying I'm bored. I sip my tea, blissfully aware of the common man's plight I tell myself, it's not my fault, it's alright. I write my blogs, I rate my world and give it a C- As I dive right in to the cess pool of the world's finest My mind addled with an addiction to 'things' As the rich men slyly pull on my strings The child within, utters a plaintive cry Long dead his thirst, and clipped his wings I have to get to work, and work to get by I don't want to know, what I lost, when I gained these things.

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Without you, a bard without a voice, I yet sing like a red brick without a wall, alone in the wind a grimy watch with no hands, whirring away silently an old rusty gramophone without a record making creaking noises, as it spins air gallantly a torn telephone cable that carries no words or a creaky metal cage, long dead the birds a whisper that reaches no ear, merely a sigh a long winded speech that has all and sundry asleep I feel inept, insignificant, incomplete till you are here, and all is well, so it would seem.

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Oct 25, 2016

Oct 25, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC

Without

Without you, a bard without a voice, I yet sing like a red brick without a wall, alone in the wind a grimy watch with no hands, whirring away silently an old rusty gramophone without a record making creaking noises, as it spins air gallantly a torn telephone cable that carries no words or a creaky metal cage, long dead the birds a whisper that reaches no ear, merely a sigh a long winded speech that has all and sundry asleep I feel inept, insignificant, incomplete till you are here, and all is well, so it would seem.

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My pockets are empty, my past full of blunders But my eyes are tireless Churning out dreams by the bundles They always look ahead, seeking a path to follow My heart ever hopeful, of a life not shallow Its time to step out of the cocoon Spread my wings and fly to the moon Or any place my heart flutters free And perch on a branch of life's tree Look out on the world out there and declare Here I come, try and stop me!

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

Reinvented

My pockets are empty, my past full of blunders But my eyes are tireless Churning out dreams by the bundles They always look ahead, seeking a path to follow My heart ever hopeful, of a life not shallow Its time to step out of the cocoon Spread my wings and fly to the moon Or any place my heart flutters free And perch on a branch of life's tree Look out on the world out there and declare Here I come, try and stop me!

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As a piece of paper flies across the world a stream of words, through a letter unfurled Here I am, with you, through these scribbles Read me not in haste, and forgive my squiggles I have penned a few thoughts, and filled a solemn page I sing a song from yonder, and this sheet is my stage Now I walk your rooms, and breathe your air I smell your cats, and at your ceiling I stare I come with some gifts, to you of much use I would have brought more, had you not refused Will you tear me to bits, once you've heard what I've to say Or have I any value, to be stored some safe place Will you lay me on a table, or sheath me in a book somewhere Perhaps inside some box, folded with care It doesn't really matter, if I'm cherished or forsook As long as in the future, you spare me another look Read me with eyes anew, and perhaps crack a smile I'll be glad for it, though I was forgotten for a while So here I bid adieu, grateful that you read me through Till we meet again, do take care, my friend true

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC

Words from Afar

As a piece of paper flies across the world a stream of words, through a letter unfurled Here I am, with you, through these scribbles Read me not in haste, and forgive my squiggles I have penned a few thoughts, and filled a solemn page I sing a song from yonder, and this sheet is my stage Now I walk your rooms, and breathe your air I smell your cats, and at your ceiling I stare I come with some gifts, to you of much use I would have brought more, had you not refused Will you tear me to bits, once you've heard what I've to say Or have I any value, to be stored some safe place Will you lay me on a table, or sheath me in a book somewhere Perhaps inside some box, folded with care It doesn't really matter, if I'm cherished or forsook As long as in the future, you spare me another look Read me with eyes anew, and perhaps crack a smile I'll be glad for it, though I was forgotten for a while So here I bid adieu, grateful that you read me through Till we meet again, do take care, my friend true

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Have you ever noticed the coloured dust on a butterfly's wings Or are you too busy running after money and things Have you heard the crunch of fall leaves under your boot Or are you too rich to be going anywhere on foot If you have lived on earth for any time at all and yet have no time to observe the magic of the world Wake up, wake up, and fall in love again the beauty of our planet is a finite thing Have you ever felt the spark in a lover's touch or is your time too precious for love and such Have you ever felt pampered in nature's lap or do you have every luxury pouring out of a tap Is your idea of comfort a day in the spa Or have you ever seen the magic in a little girl's laugh Do you feel sheltered under a concrete roof or have you ever fallen asleep in that magical tree shade? Wake up, wake up dear friend, and see the world anew Look at yourself again in the fresh morning dew Open your mind to the wonders of our world and let's make our Earth a paradise once again.

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC

Love and such

Have you ever noticed the coloured dust on a butterfly's wings Or are you too busy running after money and things Have you heard the crunch of fall leaves under your boot Or are you too rich to be going anywhere on foot If you have lived on earth for any time at all and yet have no time to observe the magic of the world Wake up, wake up, and fall in love again the beauty of our planet is a finite thing Have you ever felt the spark in a lover's touch or is your time too precious for love and such Have you ever felt pampered in nature's lap or do you have every luxury pouring out of a tap Is your idea of comfort a day in the spa Or have you ever seen the magic in a little girl's laugh Do you feel sheltered under a concrete roof or have you ever fallen asleep in that magical tree shade? Wake up, wake up dear friend, and see the world anew Look at yourself again in the fresh morning dew Open your mind to the wonders of our world and let's make our Earth a paradise once again.

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