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betterdays May 2014
dark
dankness
draws
me
forward
to the
brink
of
intra-terristrial
gape
****
of the
globes'
epidermis
the
wind
huff
puffs
skirls
and
sighs
and
in
greeting
mayhap
warning
but
still
we
enter
and
descend
beyond
daylight
cimmerian
murk
swathes
us
broken
only
by
our
headlamps
feeble
in the
reaching
limitlessness
of
inner
earth
we
are so
small
in
comparision
to the
cathedral
structure
we
rest
hanging
like
a
spider
in a
church
spinning
on
gossamer
thread- web
|
|
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|
|
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spelunking
the
call
of the
spheres
quiet
secretive
neighborhoods
once used to cave
and
rappel
awe-inspiring
Ishudhi Dahal  Jun 2020
Blacks
Ishudhi Dahal Jun 2020
They say ugly
I say beautiful
Because those fool
who are like pencil neck
Saying we follow brotherhood
Making the ring
But are Racist and appealing
comparision between wood and paper
Like Brandy whisky jams and liquor
Tom( a white fellow) needs black Iphone
wants black sheet in his bed
But he hates
That black girl Anna
But listens song of Rihana
Puts headphones
Singing ‘’
Being Aryan
I respect all
Whether they are mongol
or the are Baptist
But not racist
Stop racism and instead of ‘ I ‘ and ‘ My ‘
Start saying ‘ we ‘ and ‘ ours ‘
Just do nothing
Follow the flow of Martin Luther King Junior
And feel the change !
Nepaliminds
Copyright © IshudhiDahal
Ron  Jun 2020
Cost Comparision
Ron Jun 2020
First,
I would know her to be beautiful
While carefully walking up to my poetry
In those gentle moments of an afternoon.
Her hair may still be damp
At the ends from just washing it
Smelling faintly of jasmine, a light perfume.
She would be wearing a short tan coat,
An older one,
Slightly ***** at the hem
From being unwilling
to spend money on the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses,
And there,
As the sun streaks in golden sheets
Through the dusty windows long forgotten,
Of a back-alley bookstore,
She will thumb through my poems
Thinking odd thoughts all the while.
Then with a quiet sigh,
She will put them back on the shelf.
And shedding a single tear,
In silence and of whisper weight,
She will say to herself,
“For that much money I can get my coat cleaned”.
And she does,
For the silent price of a single tear.
Faan Oct 2017
Wake in the morning with a heart fast pounding,
the fainting feeling of nausea.
in bed, heavy body drifting between wake and sleep,
consciousness is fading.
happening every morning, a dreading thought occurs,
why is this even a thing?
only recently it started for no apparent reason,
is it because poor diet?
or the lack of activity, lack of good posture,
lack of sun's exposure?
searching for answer online, multiple reasons are present,
first article is named "Heart disease", it only becomes scarier,
Cardio disorder? Tarchycardia? Whichever is the answer!
but one shed of light bright amongst this variety
the answer could be something milder!
Never in life had ever hoped to have anxiety,
but there are always things thats worse,
in comparision to death, or potential failures,
anxiety might be in fact
a bless instead.
betterdays  Sep 2019
hope
betterdays Sep 2019
it is the frayed string
of hope
that sustains a shattered
mind
hope floats,

a little walnut boat
set upon the darkest  of seas

hope sees the dawn in the
deepest part of the night

hope sustains
hope maintains
hope remains
hope endures

that ember of grace, that ember of grace
endures, ever-ready to be coaxed into a flame

sometimes hidden deep within
but never absent, never absent
always wanting, wishing to be found

awaiting planting in fertile soil
taking nutrients in growing,
stabilizing  fragile ground

hope is life
life is hope

hope is knowing both flower and ****,
have purpose, that of both we need
flower for joy,
**** for silent comparision

hope loves both,  gritty or beautiful  
have place within a heart willing to grow
for as it has been said before:
by poets far better than me.

you do not see the dawn,
with out the darkness
of the night...
kainat rasheed  Sep 2017
tittled
kainat rasheed Sep 2017
happiness is just a comparision !!
Dark cold night and there's a fire burning somewhere in the distance.
Cold yet so peaceful, With the smell of fire in the air.
The lights across the street dimly shine but pale in comparision to you. It's moments like these I wish the most that you were with me so we could enjoy it together my Phoenix.
Unlike the fire, My love for you shall burn for eternity no matter how much rain there is.
Fore it can't rain every day my love, And reading this poem back. I realize how cheesy I am.
Got hot so I opened the window and caught the smell of a fire. With the night being so beautiful, I had to write about it. Then I got to wishing that's my girlfriend was here to experience this moment with me.
I guess in the end, She is the one who is putting me back together.

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