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 Dec 2014
GitacharYa VedaLa
I'm a collection of solitudes
A silence derived from
the summation of all languages
Silence solitude life eternity love
 Dec 2014
Christopher Lowe
Silence is the sound of wisdom
And as the wind died down
And nature slept
I listened
Silence spoke

Do not mistake the
verbose for intelligent
and do not be quick
to break the quietness.
For quiet often
what is missed
is that which lies
between the noises.


And I was quick
To apologize to Silence
Telling it
*You're all to often
Mistaken as awkward
 Dec 2014
rained-on parade
There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.
I would awake with
nothing
but the shape of you
on my bed and the
gloom of you on
my skin.
 Dec 2014
Shylah S
When someone asks me
"Who inspires you?"

I think to myself
"What a silly question."

It is not only famous, accomplished people that inspire me,
which is what they would expect as an answer.

its
the stars
the grass
the boy who smiled
the mother picking up a hurt child
the leaves turning brilliant colours in the fall
the young woman who wasn't afraid to tell her story
the old man who felt the spark of persistence
the happiness of the simple pleasures
the smell of laundry
the living mud
the moon

The millions of great people not recognized for their outstanding feats,
but that's okay.

As one of my favourite authors put it when speaking about people who had drive, dreams, inspiration, and grit

**"Great men and great women--
Some famous,
most not..."
- The book where the quote is from is Dream by Susan V. Bosak. It is a picture book, but it's for any age, and tells a wonderful story.
 Dec 2014
Àŧùl
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

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 Dec 2014
Mike Hauser
I woke up in an English Garden
With the Lavender in full bloom
My thoughts unconsciously keeping time
To a psychedelic tune

While a caterpillar that looked familiar
Asked about his friend
Who crawled into a blue cocoon
And was never seen again

That's when a butterfly flew to my side
Landing on a mossy rock
Looked at me quite knowingly
And asked me what I thought

I thought about the present
I thought about the past
I thought about the question
The caterpillar asked

I thought about the butterfly
I thought about it thoughtfully
Till I crawled into my own cocoon
Where it is I sprouted wings

Now I fly about English Gardens
Mostly in the Spring
Asking people quite knowingly
What is is they think
 Dec 2014
Suzy Hazelwood
If I told you
my secrets
would you
hold them close?
Or would you
careless
scatter them wide?

I keep your secrets
please keep mine
 Dec 2014
Diary of the Damned
So…
Here we are again
But…
Are you even here?
True…
I don’t know what to say
Sad…
You refuse to listen

Pain…
How it seems unending
Breathe…
I struggle to exhale
Wake…
If only I were dreaming
Take this broken heart away

Fall…
No one there to catch me
Rise…
Here alone again
Drown…
Silence never ending
Please…
Bring the sun again

Hell…
I don’t know what to pray
Fly…
With broken wings, I crawl
Stained…
Won’t you take these memories?
Mind the jagged edges

Stay…
There’s still so much beauty
Smile…
This is not the end
Fight…
Rend the veil asunder
Be…
You’re more than you will claim

Cry…
Just don’t let it take you
Scream…
Let your soul exclaim
Truth…
One day there will be more
than these conversations with myself
 Dec 2014
Liam
so many worlds in my head
can't be contained
can't be defined
by time or space

so much love in my heart
won't be restrained
won't be denied
by chance or fate

there exists another way
physical yet metaphysical
through ferocious eyes
foo dogs at soul's gate

there exists another place
devoid of time, out of mind
where fractions of god
reconnect and recreate

there exists a sandstorm
in the hourglass of fortune
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