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 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Flowers bloom in silence

                      For silence is beauty
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Softness of flowers
Make them humble
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable
 Aug 2021
Thomas W Case
When the
naked branches
blew in
the late
autumn winds,
our love died.
How I long
for the days
of spring,
when all was
alive with
newness.
We lay beneath
the willow tree
and dined on wine,
bread and love.
God,
how I miss you.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Speaking less is a sermon..
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Solitude is the soul of life........
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
The flower doesn't complain against thorns ;
It just keeps maintaining its own goodness.
 Aug 2021
Valsa George
Lo!
A spectrum of colours
in the misty cerulean sky
God’s benevolent gift
graciously bestowed
after a light drizzle

A rainbow-
nature’s lovely poem
written on the widest canvas

An arch spanning
the Earth and the heavens

A painting
with colours overlapping

An art created
by the crystalline prisms

Life expands and pulsates
eyes are raised
to a vision grand
mind takes flight
to Heaven’s glory

a transient reminder
of the beauty promised for man
warm in glow,
radiant in splendour,
emanating light,
triggering joy,
staying amid drifting clouds,
waving at us in cheer

Oh eyes,
feast on this celestial sight
this scintillating spectral aura
and get drowned
in its magical spell!

Hey, why not ride upon the wind
to loot the *** of gold hidden at its tip!
 Aug 2021
Seranaea Jones
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as a kid
i felt along
the walls of a
perceived dark
confinement for
escape

imagining that creatures
were taking swipes at me
with their claws and tentacles

knowing —full well— that
discovery of a light switch
would end this game of
nightmares


YEARS—


my illusion of exploration
has been reduced to ashes
from decades of rapid
illumination

just as well, i cannot afford
to trip my way through
the darkness anymore

still

some nights i will turn the
lights off and imagine myself
searching cautiously along
pitch black wooden panels

thinking next time i might
miss the switch &
instead

discover artifacts from
a lost childhood...



s jones
2021


.
over the last decade
my torch has gotten
swapped out for a
candle

and it is increasingly
windy everywhere—

scary...
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Your words are fire
Your words are water

Choice is yours
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Friendship is a tree
The more you water it
The more it grows and bears fruit for u
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