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Pouya May 9
Talking abundance
Or
Be abundant?

World of difference!
Pouya May 8
Being in the mind?
Feeling behind.

Just going beyond!
Feeling cried.
Pouya May 7
All alone
by the noon,
softly humming
an old tune.

Eyes that drift
toward the moon,
air is still,
a bit too cool.

No more tools,
just quiet bloom—
a soul unfolding
in its room.
Pouya May 24
Everything is just right.
Everything is as it should be.
Everything is fine—

Even when it hurts.
Even when it heals.
Even when it doesn’t feel that way.
Pouya 4d
Grateful for high vibration I'm feeling right now
Grateful for watching my life sprouting 🌱
Grateful for living every minute
Grateful for death that teaches me to be more alive.
Grateful for every creative ideas
Grateful for all the experiences
Grateful for being a child again
Grateful for living this fu*cking amazing life I have!
Grateful for my
Grateful for every thing & every one
This poem occured right after having a death meditation  💀
Pouya May 16
There's a firework inside my head
Pulling me away from tasks
Begging me to rest
Slamming the doors to others

Maybe it's "me time" once again
Just me, and the quiet of being alone
Pouya May 18
Another dot,
in the notebook of my life,
just a moment,
just a mark.

It hurt,
I know.
But no real harm was done,
just the ache of growth.

Change your glasses,
shift the frame,
and watch your mind
rearrange the pain.
Pouya May 10
Sitting in the crowd,
Let them think I'm crazy.

Let me let go of ego,
Let me drop that mask.

Power is within, now.
Freedom is here, now.

Am I crazy — or awake?
I'm feeling alive, now.
This poem was inspired by a real moment — I sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the city's chaos, letting go of the need to be seen a certain way. I allowed myself to be judged, maybe even seen as crazy. But for me, it was a raw moment of ego death and inner freedom.
Pouya May 22
Feeling the quiet rise
Of true essence,
Silent power, steady and pure.

Splashing consciousness on my mind
It calms the soul,
And stirs the darkness within
To be seen, not feared.
Pouya Apr 24
You choose silence,
When you can express,
But every minute,
You can put off the talk,
You can engage in,
That's a kind of freedom.
Pouya Apr 14
Running fills me with feelings,
Excitement of moving.
A sip of fresh air, sunrise lightnings on my face,
That's enough to change my way
The way of every day,
Just keep the pace.
Pouya Apr 14
taste the light,
Just like a sip of cinnamon tea,
Let it penetrate,
It's been in an 8 minutes journey,
to reach the window of my soul.
Pouya Apr 14
Sat next to a stranger,
Asked for advice.
The old man paused, then said:

"Be content.
Keep your balance.
And whatever you do—
Place responsibility before it."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

He looked ahead and answered,
"For your career,
Your behavior,
Even the words you speak—
Each carries a weight.
A responsibility comes with them."
Pouya Apr 22
Taste of a lemonade,
In the middle of perplexity,
Long walks in a small county,

Experience Vibes,
New things for you,
But familiar with the locals,

Which one is true?
Pouya Apr 14
+Asked from a butterfly: "how was the trip?"
-Responded with a regretful sigh:
" the roughest part was not knowing what's going to happen after cocoon!"
Pouya Apr 14
Oh morning
Hi sunshine!

Be my guide,
In my heart.

Heart and Light,
Both are signs.

Let them shine,
On your soul!
Pouya May 13
Down the river,
Depleting my anger,

Chasing sunset,
With a fixed mindest!

Growing houseplants,
Just like a house pet.

Unleashing my isolation,
With a lot of dissociation
Pouya Apr 14
Time is ticking, and I try.
Try to do something...
Maybe the way is the other way!
Letting go, clearing the way.
Letting things happen naturally.
Like a flower blooming in the sidewalk opening it's way.
Not out of forcing, only because the bed is rich enough...

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