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Zhanara Nov 2023
I am tired
Help.me.please
I am so tired
I work very hard
But I am not rich
I am so humanity person
Bu t I am not beautiful
I do good things
But nobody notice it
I  help everyone
But nobody appreciate
After it
What should I do
Just DEATH helps me?
16.11.2023
Zhanara Nov 2023
Four seasons of my life:
My winter is my beauty.
My spring is my humanity
My summer is my kindness
My autumn is my reality
15.11.2023
Zhanara Nov 2023
We think about  yesterday
We think about  tomorrow
But
We don't think about Today.
Remember
Today will be tomorrow.
Today could be yesterday
Just appreciate- Today
12.11.2023
Zhanara Nov 2023
Take care my poem.
Never die, please.
Take care my wisdom words
Never lie, please.
11.11.2023
Nitika Sharma Oct 2023
Maybe I will walk a little bit more
Fall more than I thought
Love more than i fought
Maybe I will feel a little bit more
Numbness of heartbeat
intense emitted heat
Maybe i ll drive a little bit more
Underneath the sea of thoughts
Deserted sand
The cracked drought
Maybe i will live a little bit more
Surviving till moon bathed  in light
Reaching no where
The circular flight
Maybe i ll walk a little bit more
More than I believe
Hoping for calm
A gasp of breath in breathe
Zhanara Oct 2023
Love is a piece of happiness.
Love is a piece of sadness.
Love is a piece of cake
Love is a piece of fake.
25.10.2023
Zhanara Apr 2023
I open the door of happiness
I open the window of love
I close the way of sadness
10.04.2023
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Sa mga lirikong wala pang tono
Ay aking ipamamalas ang Iyong Kagandahan —
Kagandahang ni minsa’y hindi pa nasulyapan
Bagkus kusang hinahanap-hanap.

Ang matatamis **** Salita
Ang aking baon buhat agahan hanggang hapunan.
At mauhaw man ako o magutom sa daan
Ay alam kong Ikaw ang sagot
Sa bawat katanungan at kakulangan.

Ang pagdampi ng bawat lubid sa aking mga daliri
Ay katumbas ng paghehele Mo sa akin sa gabi —
Sa gabing palaging puno ng bituin ang kalangitan
Na pahiwatig ng maigting **** pag-ibig
At walang katapusang pag-iingat
Sa puso kong puno ng galos sa bawat araw.

Ang likidong sining sa aking mga mata’y
Palatandaan na ako’y isang mahinang nilalang
Na nagnanais ng Iyong pagkalinga’t pag-aaruga.

At ako’y uhaw pa rin sa katotohanan
Bagamat ilang beses ko nang nilisan
Ang mga baitang ng edukasyon
Na isang panimula lamang
Sa yugtong ito ng sarili kong kasaysayan.

Takpan ko man ang aking pandinig
Ay hindi ito balakid sa paghirang Mo sa aking ngalan
Na tila ba Iyong hayagang binabanderya
Na ang pagkatao ko’y may halaga
Bagamat ako’y may hindi sapat na pananampalataya.

At sa katunayan pa nga’y
Ikaw ang humihila sa akin pabalik
Sa mga lirikong akala ko noong una’y
Ako ang may akda
Ngunit maging ang hininga ng mga letra’y
Tanging Ngalan mo ang isinisigaw -
Syang salamin sa'king Tula.
Joseph C Ogbonna Aug 2022
Intrepid gadfly;
the voice of dissent.
Multiple times stricken,
multiple times resolved.
Though he bleeds,
still the pen that chides never bleeds,
nor is it obliterated.
For three decades and four,
death he evaded,
still, multiple times stricken,
evasive he remains.
A poem dedicated to the intrepid author, Salman Rushdie.
miki Jul 2022
when i write
i always find myself wishing that i wrote like Lana del Rey,
making even the simple things seem extraordinarily grand, to be able to glamorize what is sometimes a painfully normal life
i want to touch someone's skin
and write about it in a way that makes someone feel as though they're touching velvet
i want the kiss we shared
to linger on someone's lips like the taste of their favorite chapstick
i want to write about love
so that in turn someone will lust for what i already have
i want to write about my years of pain and isolation in a way that makes someone want to rip their own heart out and offer it up to me on a platter made of shimmering, sterling silver
which, of course
i'd have to refuse
because what would a writer be if surrounded by love and admiration they knew was real, that they didn't doubt for even a second
although, the sensuality of the circumstance might be tempting
an artist without eternal, incessant suffering
is merely a wolf in sheep's clothing
or a fool who thinks he's a king
they simply aren't built to last

i want to write about my mid-night thoughts and for someone to think: Lana would be proud
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