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I'm a wheel that came in third
I'm a hummingbird who forgot the words
All these months have come to nothing
And this track I can't keep running

Where were you when I was here?
You just somehow disappeared
I lost you, but I also lost me
I'm just a ship, hoping I won't sink
This poem was made into a song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5iqA8IPhQI
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
Bryn
Tender Soil
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
Bryn
Delicate
As fragile as the first flower after the long winter,
and as I yearn to show its beauty to the world,
I am scared.

To lose it,
to have it break,
wither and fall,
and so.

I grasp the soil with tender hands and tender hopes.
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
Amitav Radiance
Lonely wanderings
Holding hands with the wind
Flying away to distant lands
Over the mountains and seas
So many questions does arise
A silent reprise of my music
None, but these ears are tuned
A braveheart’s sojourn unknown
Here for a tryst with soliloquy
Answers from the heart and soul
A new journey awaits the wanderer
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
CM Lee
People
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
CM Lee
People will hurt you and then act like it was you who hurt them.
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
Kanishka
Behind every successful man,
There is a woman.
To achieve this ideology,
I'm crumbling myself to pieces,
As best as one can.
I'm willingly giving myself up to this social construct. Everything we do for an unreciprocating love.
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
curlygirl
"you have the heavens
and swirling galaxies
deep within you,
"
she daydreamed.
"if i do,
it's because
you put them there,
"
he replied.
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
curlygirl
two people,
so very broken
that they had to
borrow and share
each other's
pieces to
finally feel
whole
 Jul 2019 Shabnam
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
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