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Got inspired after watching the great movie - Udaan !!
I even read
your famous poems
that many people
have read.

I even read
it many times
and got lost
in it.

I even thought
I might
easily remember
all the titles
of your poems
in every word
and I have also
been able to
understand it
little by little.

I even started
writing poetry
for myself.

I even sat
for a long time
just to think of words.

I even want
to be like you
or maybe more.

β€œAm I enough
to be able to achieve
what you once
achieved?”,
I tell you
in front of
these poems
of mine.

β€œI want to be myself”,
he told me in this poem
now you're
reading.
Indonesia, 21st September 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
CONEIDER  HIGH"

Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems
trouble. No one
knows he
struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'.
Coneider
strong.
Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the
peak of
the
world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal
to life.
Optimistically humanitarian.
Much
more to life
than
Destitute, if there's any infrastructural,
love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar.
Human is made, none cultural.
Who did it save?
Transformation does not come without
individuality.
Power of love create solidarity.
'4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish
more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on
Cloudnine as I'm high.

C9fm
YOU
have to
FOCUS
be FEARLESS
and
be FAST
soon you will ACHIEVE it.
It STARTS NOW!!!
Minyeon Nov 2020
Do you remember feeling free? As we soar the blue skies. But it also made us feel blue knowing there are things we cannot achieve. Only this I ask of you, Be the one of your dreams.
Onyx Oct 2020
evenings dwindle ever so slowly
as if Time had forgotten to breathe;
suspended, in effortless gloom
wildly wishing
the overture would change for once
monotones bleed from things once cherished and abhorred;
people so beloved
held cruelly by the vortex created by Time and Land
the clock strikes its usual hour with an poignant β€˜ding’
echoing in the staleness of now.

perhaps I’m deluded Time had forgotten her cue;
perhaps I myself had forgotten to live,
perhaps I had turned cold and merely waited for warmth to thaw me,
perhaps the wait for that elusive desire
halts the need for progression;

Perhaps
I have tasted the dismal dismay this disgruntled encasement delivers;
it took so long to notice...
Cheyenne Smith May 2020
Believe πŸ’«

What if I listened to everyone?
What if I carried on being the black sheep?
Always felt like I was going to get shot by a gun
One day I overcame this crucial heap

I could have sat in the corner
Staying controlled by my disorder
I had the strength to go against
what I was perceived to not be capable of
No longer sitting on the fence

Even if I don’t reach the highest height
I still gave plenty of powerful fight
I could have listened to what people thought I’d be
Used my wisdom as a key to unlock all the  massive amounts of potential in me

Today I feel exceptionally proud because
What if I carried on living life in a grey cloud?
Kashfiya Ahsan May 2020
The saddest word
In the whole world
Is the word β€œalmost”
By which the hearts curled.

He almost made it
She almost had forever
They almost survived
I was almost enough clever

He was almost loved
She almost didn’t lie
They almost won
I almost didn’t cry.

Sometimes I lay awake
Wishing for the world to burn
Sadly I don’t make the rules
But it’s going to be my turn

My turn to change the rules
My chance to not quit
Time to improve my destiny
And, I β€œalmost” made it.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
If you dream you are a bird, you cannot wake to flight
If you dream you are a shark, teeth and gills shall not come
You may dream of wrongs being righted
And of fair and deserving treatment for all
But your dreams will ring hollow
For dreams are beautiful errands for fools
That come freely without consequence
And change happens in waking hours
Which is paid for in blood, sweat, and tears
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