Storms - Hello Poetry

Aug 2020

𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎

there are just things that are left unsaid,
things that should stay the way they are,
time that was borrowed,
and needed to be turned in again

There are simply just times that you can be temporarily happy with things that are not supposed to be yours — a friend, a memory, or a pet (doesn't matter). But before you get too comfortable with it, before you try to keep it as yours, one should really bring them back to a lost and found.

If not, you might lose yourself, you see.

Jul 2020

rk

saturn

my lips have known yours
in every lifetime
and now i know for certain
that the universe
will always
bring me back
to y o u.

- you are worth the wait in every eternity.

#love #lost #soulmate #lover #friend #universe #fate #destiny #longing

Jun 2020

Neha Srivastava

Extremes

There is no right or wrong
Living in the "Now" shan't always be the norm
Partly existing in the past
absorbing the essence and holding the grasp
Counting on the unknowns
and wanting them to be one of my own.
This is Me..
Breathing on these extremes

Jun 2020

Eman

This Cycle of Blood

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starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence

they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity

make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails

blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting

frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace

you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night

they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is

the
more
one
bleeds
the
more
one
prays

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Women, puberty and the scathing eyes of a sexist society.

#religion #misogyny #art #feminism #female #women #woman #men #masculine #society

Apr 2020

Tapiwa Mesah

I'm not lost

A flower blossoms
In the midst of muddy swamps
It stands around the algae,
The petals smile even at the bees.

The grin of the little seeds
That the wind blows effortlessly,
Is sprayed to places and places
And preaches love and nothing else.

Apr 2020

chris

life is like a flower

the bird I saw at the water park
that bird flew so freely
it seemed so happy to me
because it has wings that I don't have

it is able to go anywhere it wants to go
but that bird is very lonely,
because it's flying after departing its mother

the bird I saw at the water park
the bird I saw at the playground
the bird I saw on the plane

the bird that was always alone, will fly
freely to find friends
it's not lonely anymore as it flies together

hey, bird bird bird bird

the bird that was always alone, will fly
freely to find friends
it's not lonely anymore as it flies together

hey, bird bird bird bird

#lifeislikeaflower #flyaway #bird

Mar 2020

Pagan Paul

Last Night

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Last night
she said I was cold.
Unreachable.
Surrounded in a halo of frost.
It burnt her fingers
as she dared to touch,
but there was little there.
Just … frost-bite,
and the sense
that she was alone in the room.
In body I was there,
but the Boat of Millions of Years
was sailing through my eyes
to the intended destination,
my lost mind.
She called to me
but I was to far to hear.
Down her soft cheeks
the tears did stream,
as she screamed my name
over and over.
She screamed until
the screams turned to sobs,
as the slow realisation
that I no longer knew her,
knew me, knew anything,
hit her like a wave of grief,
freezing her emotions dead.
Last night
she said I was cold.
And I was cold
because I knew that it was
our Last Night.

© Pagan Paul (16/02/20)

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#paganpaul