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Jun 2016 mic

Tomorrow

Jun 2016 mic

Ravindran G

Tomorrow

Tomorrow
Is better than yesterday,
our wisdom added by a day. And
Tomorrow may be better than today!

If our wise head prevails,
if we plod and pursue ,
our unrealized
Dreams are trailed .

a tomorrow
may be better than today ''.

Jun 2016 mic

we get it

Jun 2016 mic

Sierra

we get it

“We get it, you write.”
What a laugh
You get it that I write
But you don’t understand
That this is the only way
I can say how I feel,
Say what I think,
And I can say it masked
By metaphors or
Similes
That would leave the
Reader guessing what
I mean.

“We get it, you write.”
But you don’t understand
That the words flow through
My head every waking moment
And I’m constantly thinking
Of the next line to be typed,
The next word.
I can’t go a day without
Thinking in poetry,
Without wanting to express
Myself with these paragraphs,
Without needing to release these
Feelings.

“We get it, you write.”
You get that it’s frustrating
That I take a random sentence
You may say that intrigues me
And turn it into something
That you never noticed when
You were saying it.
You don’t see the world of
Possibilities
That are unleashed with
Each word you mutter
Under your breath
But I do

“We get it, you write.”*
And I get it that you will
Never understand that
It isn’t just writing to me
Because, after all,
I am the
Poetry
And the poetry
Is me.

#poetry #me #writing

Jun 2016 mic

Soldier and Author

Jun 2016 mic

MdAsadullah

Soldier and Author

A soldier controlled by his heart.
Had a bright sword to cut apart.
An author controlled by his mind.
Used pen with wisdom designed.

Soldier was a strong, hardy fighter.
E'er bullied the young, weak writer.
Lowly pen was no match for sword.
Inharmoniousness, always discord.

Firm soldier in winds admired trees.
Author liked grass in gust or breeze.
Tolerated intimidations with smiles.
Concealed his anger with guiles.

Mildly used poison day and night.
And sharpened pen's nib to fight.
One day pen broke sword in two.
And soldier's soul bid him adieu.

#soldier #author

Jun 2016 mic

Sports Day

Jun 2016 mic

Ella

Sports Day

Sports oh sports,
Oh why do you mock me?
Surely I have made it clear,
Surely you can see?

I've never been an athlete,
I cannot catch a ball,
Why do you make me stand,
I'm so worried I might fall!

I hate the 1500,
The 800 and 100 too,
I can only kick a football,
nothing else i can do!

So sports day oh sports day,
why can't you be banished,
I just want to read books and learn,
oh sports day wont you vanish?

It was sports day this week- my first and my last due to un-forseen events in the past 3 years (what a shame.....) so this is my thoughts!

Jun 2016 mic

A Voice for Thoughts

Jun 2016 mic

Viseract

A Voice for Thoughts

My thoughts need a voice
I just gotta make a choice
What should be said
And what should I keep in my head?

Pain is an experience I understand all too well
From the sting of winter to the inferno of Hell
The screams of torture you would never have heard
Because they stayed inside my head and stopped being words

They were in my throat but never left my mouth
Instead they turned tail and headed down south
They went into my heart, into my very soul
Took all the warmth from my body and turned it cold

Well-disposed warmth to others, unavailable to myself
That's when I started pretending to be someone else
So I convinced myself that love was all around
But in reality I had none for me and when I came to...

I hit the ground

Face first
In the dirt
Full of hurt

And I finally cried out

very true. everything is bottled up, poetry releases it but causes me to reminisce it too much. I am too in love with poetry to slow down though, let alone give up...

#love #hell #thoughts #mind #head #voice #cold #screams #south #torture