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Sister,
You are like
The magnificent
Moon

When you feel
Your power waning
Know it will be restored
To it’s fullness soon...
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
chimera
I love the moon
Nights, stars...
Especially the pitch blackened sky,
As the Cool breeze
mollifies me.
I  could feel falling deep in to the galaxy as i paves  the way for tranquility
The Darkness we experience under  the calmness of moon is quite different
This calmness soothes the soul...
Heavy hearts becomes lite...
Feeling the gentle pet kisses by the light breezes makes us blush
We  find more meaningful-  self w
moon
As i found all my answers to the darkest secrets.
He keeps them safe, with no judgements
He's the epitome of soulful love.
                          
                  ~ASelenophile🌚♥️
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
Ivyanna
To write poetry is to
tear your soul
in small pieces
and stick them down
on a piece of paper
in a wave
of overcoming power
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
fika
overthink
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
fika
overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
Meysa
Pen
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
Meysa
Pen
I am a writer and I've always known it.
Even when my feeble self-esteem conspired against my urge to pick up a pen.
I carried it around
like you carry relics
my pens.
Remained tethered to them.
I write now.
Perhaps because I am not a talker.
 May 2020 Mrs Anybody
Amna Khan
The night fills my lungs
with whispers ancient.
Singing in my ears
so fondly.
I'm afraid that if it goes on
I'll melt right there
in it's velvet touch;
for no one
but the night
has ever loved me that way.
Comment if you liked any specific parts of my poem. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
My childhood was happiness
It wasn't perfect
It was actually bittersweet
but I was happy
The innocence of a child
As I grew up,
life smacked me
right across the face
I learned that life
will never be
what you planned it to be
It made me experience
tragedy,
happiness,
disappointment,
and pain;
lots of it
It made me stronger
and wiser
But if I will be given
the chance,
I would go back
to being
that kid again
because life
was so much simpler
back then
It's 2:00 AM
but I am wide awake
Thinking of
the right colors
to paint
on my empty canvas
Poetry
has been my refuge
It has been
my outlet for creativity,
my outlet for happiness
and my outlet for sadness
It gives me great pleasure
to look for
the right words to say
It is
the manifestation
of my artistry
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