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Roro Aug 30
You can wish and hope for more

Without being ungrateful

Without making yourself poor.
Allesha Eman Aug 27
Threads of light from a waking sun,
Illuminate the dreams,
That rest on your eyelids.
And you carry them with you,

wherever you go.
Graff1980 Aug 26
They beat the candy blues
into her thoughts,
as she sought
and bought
the sugary sweet,
multicolored gum drops
which were used
to subdue
her hunger pains,
but did nothing to
nourish healthy views
of living.

They trained her
to comply
to an almighty on high
father figure,
white bearded guy.

Whilst televangelist
hateful ****
requesting those
who were suffering
in poverty
to send them
the money they needed
to maintain their greed.

They were teaching her
that the measure
you need to reach
to say you succeeded,
is a measuring stick
that tends to extend
beyond previous

But she bought
the glittering jewels,
sought to capture
her fantasy alpha male fool,
and achieve
the American dream
in which she believed.
Only liars deny the ambition to go fishing
for what they want. The craving, the need, the haunting desires
only places you on a self-destructive and burning pyre.
You yearn for more, twisting on a mission,
wishing for the glistening gold of what you’re owed.
To move, to improve, on your flaunts
for yourself is such an everlearning taunt of wealth.
Well, when your well doesn’t get any higher
and the Sun’s hell ceases to tire,
emptiness befell the commission and buyer.
You’d sire more just to gain more,
but wouldn’t look towards your neighbors implore?
You would even bore through foreign floors
until it's all missing. Toes tucked and turning,
mouth foaming, you're an overzealous fiend for more earnings.
Your hives don’t die and you keep twitching.
Your heart keeps spinning the lies through your sleek grinning
and only the drive to buy is what keeps you alive.
August 25, 2020: An infinity next to you so juxtaposed. Even your chauffeur is there just to pose and you have nothing to show for it.
Lost in Thought Dec 2015
For those who have suffered
Through fire and snow
From words
From action
To complete nothingness to show
Take pride
Take comfort
For those who cannot see
The true beauty in chaos
Are those who have not suffered
Through fire and snow
I wrote this about 10 years ago now and it meaning has completely changed. It started as a message to humble yourself and enjoy the beauty in the chaos of life, but it’s now become a motivational saying to myself. I’m an entrepreneurial type and I have chosen to walk a path of my own in life. I have denied myself the comfort of stability for adventure and risk and through this path I wish to learn from the chaos.
Ambitious you are,
By god's grace!
Courageous and contagious,
Dearly and divine,
Eager to see you,
Fly to me sooner!
Get all that you want,
Hurry my dear.
Ignite our spirits,
Just don't restrain,
**** our egos,
Let love prevail.
Mend the broken,
Nurture the needy,
Open your arms and
Pave way to your soul.
Quench our thirst of knowledge
Rest is up to the god,
Send him our message
Tell him that we need you.
Unique you are,
Very different from others
World's creator,
Xenophobic we are
You are our angel
Zealous and take us to zenith!
Akhiz Munawar Jul 30
The phrase might go like this
Between those flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder
It all became evident
So, he showed an axe to his hair and tossed them in flames
Flames of every bridge he just burned
Thus, allowing rationality to rendezvous with his mind and soul
It’s a reciprocal arrangement nurturing a moral endeavor
One that nullifies willful blindness with concrete truth
Restraining all those peculiar idiosyncrasies of the heart
Flatlining prospects of getting lost in the familiar
A newfound resolve to honor the obvious
No more niceties of showing a candle to the sun
* Got a Haircut after 6 months… just wanted to give it some meaning.
Maria Etre Jul 10
Our conversation
turned to quotes
in someone else's
Kyle Jul 2
The little bird wanted to fly;
But an accident occurred and it cried.
It got shotted and can't fly.
It nearly died and wanted to say goodbye.
It's dream was to soar high in the sky.
Will the little bird give up on its dream and say goodbye?
Or will it give all its best to soar high and make it's dream come true to life?
Fae Jun 18
The ribbon of our lives
tied by our emotions.
Just like
interlaced fingers.
Eternal, just like
my emotions for you.
Unrequited affection.
Never satisfied.
Thirsty for more,
but never attainable.
Some of these poems have no titles. Also as per usual, the images have no reference to the poems, any relation is creation of your own design. They're old poems I found from high school - college. They're mostly terrible but I don't like keeping the old papers. So.. here. © 9 minutes ago
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