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"Sanskrit has 96 words for love; ancient Persian has 80, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have 30 words for snow, because it is a life-and-death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of 30 words for love ... we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it comes to feeling." - Robert Johnson, "The Fisher
King and the Handless Maiden"
I wish I had 96 words to describe how much I love this
 Sep 2022 Polar
Sam Tate
Silent
 Sep 2022 Polar
Sam Tate
Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.
 Sep 2022 Polar
Eshwara Prasad
Why are kind people leaving us so quickly?
Have they found a world devoid of human suffering?
 Sep 2022 Polar
Luna
Poets
 Sep 2022 Polar
Luna
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
 Sep 2022 Polar
Lexie
Pages
 Sep 2022 Polar
Lexie
Press me against you
Like flowers in a book
 Aug 2022 Polar
Eshwara Prasad
Silence is the hymn of the Soul.
 Jun 2022 Polar
Arek
Last night I had a chat with God
We used to talk much more
So I guess it was rather odd
that he knocked on my door

We spoke about the usual stuff
with lots of questions why
Some serious one's, some worth a laugh
some even made us cry

Our evening lasted for so long
but before God said good night
She said the answer's in a Bob Marley song
and everything's gonna be alright
when I don't have
the pleasure of your presence

I always wish I could
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