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 Nov 2015
ryn
All the experiences
from life's coffers
I'm willing to take

To commit into text
with deliberate romanticism

My brand of unspoken poetry
with sense
only I can make

To rebut
my mind's
skeptic cynicism
 Nov 2015
Babu kandula
life's too short to waste

close your eyes and open it

it's morning, wake up time
Life
 Nov 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~
Thank you for the great room this place has provided me
I was just like a little kid writer who wants to be free
In this house everyone has a special place to dance
Where one can sing and paint all words anytime, not just once


Thank you for the time spent reading all my words
For listening to my songs and understanding all the chords
My poems are just the scribbles coming from heart and soul
But I do wish a word can heal, one of my greatest goals


Thank you for the ray of light each of us have made
We are like a family, our sunshine never fades
Keep up all the good works, keep shining in this world
Each of us is a treasure, more precious than a gold

This is our house, my sisters, my brothers hear my call
Let us keep the peace and love by understanding all
We should not condemn or judge whatever word we say
Provided that we're not casting stones in all the ways

Hear the song  a singer sings to express all his love and care
Read the lines a poet has made like his heart and mind he shares
Look at the photographs when someone shows with joy
Could you ignore them and see them like your oldest toy?

A piece of art is still an art, either happy or sad
Why one would look at other's work as something that is bad?
Unless the post is like a gun pointed on your head
I know we have our eyes to see the real dark or red


This is our house, dear housemates, this is  our home
We live by our thoughts, our life is there in our poems
This is our place together, we should walk hand-in-hand
Speak our minds and listen, together we will stand!

~~¤~~
Let the speaker speak and hear the words you want to hear
If you do not want the song, then you don't have to scream
Need not to cast a stone and envy when one is tall
Life is like a cycle, tomorrow your name could be on the wall...
 Nov 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

Live...
Like a caterpillar that passes through metamorphosis before it becomes a butterfly
Like a rose, beautiful but strong, can make you hate or love
Like the wind, invisible but never leaves you,it's always around
Like the sun that warms but burns when too much beams you have

~~¤~~

Just live...
Even the road you are taking is too rough and tough
Even the sky is cloudy and there's a coming rain
Even the sea is wavy and still you have to sail
Even you are afraid to be hurt and feel the pain

~~¤~~

Always live...
Remembering the moments of joy and not the misery
Listening to good songs and not the screams of fear
Considering how you stand after hundred times you fell
Believing you can smile and laugh after all the tears

~~¤~~

And now you live...
With hopes and dreams, with faith and love
With strengths over weaknesses, peace over strife
With a rainbow-colored picture of a promised tomorrow
With every moment spent to the fullest, be grateful of this life!

~~¤~~
Your life...
 Nov 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~<3~~

My love, do you still remember me?
The vow  we made under this mango tree
I was younger then while you were old enough
But in my heart I knew you're my better half
~~
Your face that time, it's painted here inside
After the wedding, we had that romantic ride
We took that road riding on a pretty white horse
You were holding me throughout the journey, of course
~~
But suddenly a storm came while we're on our way
You've loosen your grip, we didn't make our day
A strong wind got me while you were thrown afar
We've been apart, heart-broken like victims of war
~~
My love, do you still remember me?
Two years and more, we're here under this mango tree
Now, I'm tracing the carved hearts with our names entwined
Wishing that like them, you and I have that strongest bind
~~
My love, do you still remember me?
Until now, your memories never set me free...

~~<3~~
Musing on sadness :(
 Nov 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

How many nights will I look next to me
Only to see a pillow and not you, my dear?
How many times I will whisper your name
Only to prove that you will never hear?
How many paper rings I will make
Only to fold and hide them somewhere?

How many poems I shall recite
Only to tell them nothing is about me?
How many times I will tell a lie
And assume something I don't see?
How many times I will hear a song
And let imagination feed my fantasy?

How many times I will cry
With this cut that I need to mend?
How can I stand and how long?
Will you come? Tell me, baby, tell me when...

Or I am just dreaming again?

~~¤~~
To those who are dreaming and still asking questions...
 Nov 2015
K Balachandran
Foaming sunlight makes love
                 with the tender purple leaves of mango trees,
light crafts a crust of luminescence,
                  over the profusion of yellow and blue blooms,
avenue trees vie with each other to  hold forth
                  their  flowers on sun's water fall of light to bath.


Evening doesn't show any sign of waning
                   the ebullience  the day had sowed in the world,
"ANANDA" though unspoken as a word, aloud
                    is heard by  inner being, making everyone rejoice,
living and nonliving seamlessly join in,
                    and swim in the swelling  waters of force of life.
past invisible floats gently to the present
                  flows towards a sea of tranquility crossing nights.
*According to Vedas, the ancient texts of India, "Ananda"(Happiness) is the true state of humanity.Pain and suffering is due to habits developed over time by mind."Satchitananda"(Eternalconsciousness bliss) is the experience of the absolute or "cosmic consciousness".
 Nov 2015
Dev A
What you don't seem to understand
Is that healing is a process.

Depression doesn't go away in a night
Not even a month or two months.
Yeah, I may be feeling better on some days
But I'm not all the way there.

There is a process
Which I haven't finished yet.

I've come to realize
Most of my problems originated with you.
I'm trying to get better but you are still getting in the way.

Your nagging, your constant pressure
Is spiking the anxiety
Which is causing a downward spiral back into my abyss.

But you know what the worst part is?
You don't even notice.
You don't even listen when I tell you.
You don't even try to understand.
Depression and anxiety are both major illnesses. Don't push or pressure those you love. Try to understand and help and let them tell you when they're ready to move forward. There is no timeline, each person moves forward in their own time and their own way.
 Nov 2015
ryn
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Remember...
The bashful gazes that worked their way into your armour

Remember...
The clumsy saunter that incited your laughter

Remember...
The lips that parted confidently only to reveal child-like stutter

Remember...
The warmth that enveloped your hand as we walked together

Remember...
The winter day's kiss that felt like never-ending summer

Remember...
The day disappointment overwhelmed and doubt grew bolder

Remember...
The inevitable conflicts that resulted in futile banter

Remember...
The embrace when everything fell apart and seemed unclear

Remember...
The whispers that failed to soothe when your pillow got wetter

Remember...
The journey that now seem to not matter

Remember...
My heart as you once did...
As your silhouette drifts away,
everyday much further
 Oct 2015
anu
A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..
Being a part of this beautiful family, felt proud and happy. I take this day to thank all my family who supports me and hears me. My sincere thanks to all.(might missed someone. Thanks to them too.)
I miss many beutiful poets especially my aka (elsa)..
Sorry missed some important members who constantly support me
(Ignetious Hosina,Gutham,HB,Thomas A Robinson)
 Oct 2015
Dhaye Margaux
You came that night
when I was afraid of the dark
and the rain
but you let me see
the dark is just a blanket
that I will use at night
when I sleep
and the rain
is just like showers
petals coming from the clouds
gentle and kind
they will never hurt me

I know

Your wings are my protection
Since the day you step your foot
On the ground
for me

Your wings--
my shelter*.
shelter, blanket, love, angel, wings, life, you
 Oct 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~@~~

How many times I have to cry
this ocean of tears from my eyes?
How many times I have to smile
just to hide these heartbreaking lies?

Oh, beautiful tears from my eyes
come on, roll down in quietude
Beautiful drops like crystal clear
keep my weeping in solitude

Will there be beauty in yelling
letting them know that I'm broken?
I  want to keep my misery
a thousand words be unspoken

Beautiful tears, come hide with me
just stay behind my loudest laugh
Just let them know my victory
A perfect beam in your behalf.

~~@~~
Don't let your failure make any discouragement. Plant the seeds of hope.
 Oct 2015
Babu kandula
blood stream contains many cells

the same way my neurons storing

wonderful pictures of you as some kind of

digital images

secured and highly confidential such that

no hacker can break the firewall

safest of any modern security measures
Neurons making connections and storing data in my brain memory

They are safe forever

And only I have the privilege to release it or express it
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