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Strying Jul 2021
I've tried to hide my emotions for so long,
I'm starting to forget what I'm hiding.

It sometimes comes back to me,
like a dark wave of awakening,
and then back to the light and fake smiles I go.
been really sad recently, it's like sometimes i forget and think ill be fine and make it, and then i go back to being exhausted and wanting to cry all the time.
Alien Jun 2021
As my hair grows grey
As i age like wine
And my heart grows vine
My mouth speaks of history
The past and my empathy
Will cry with melancholy
Will my mind write poetry?
Or will it grow in poverty
Will my feet crush the patriarchy?
Or will my arms hug all the mothers that raised me,

Oh, what an irony!
There is to be in peace
When vultures want nothing but to feast
I cant be confined inside these walls
I was born to be one with the wind,
Where there is no beginning or end

As the nights grows dark
My inside’s naked
When my heart gives out a yawn
When my soul is forsaken
Then I will be reborn
Only then i will rejoice
Jeremie May 2021
I sing the song of a withering rose,
who’s petals have lost the light of their beauty
and the attention of their beloved gardener.
Heaven has abandoned me and
shut its crystal gates before my face.
The radiant sun has betrayed me,
for it no longer fills me up with
the essence of life.
Now it only seeks to accelerate
the loss of my grace.
I’ve lost the affections of the wind and
every bee in this dreadful garden has
forgotten the sweetness of my love.
The drums of my ears can no longer
tune to the gentle song of this loving Earth.
The frigid echoes of Death are all I hear
Whispering
“Embrace me, for I am near.
Embrace me, for I am here.
Embrace once again, for I have left..”
If I adore You out of fear of Hell, Burn me in Hell!
If I adore you out of desire for Paradise, Lock me out of Paradise. But if I adore you for Yourself alone,
Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty.

— Rabia al Adawiyya
Simon May 2021
A "Tireless Impression" is nothing but pure nonsense, when you finally come to grips with what is mostly costly away from what makes up something that starts (as an impression), then abruptly transmits directly over towards the impression that gives good advice...that can't give good advice for itself.
The Tireless part, is the only remedy to an awakening that doesn't count for the (already built up nonsense) that can't keep it's own self away from such sudden shame... That it adopts a certain willpower that counts itself lucky enough...to literally become increasingly ill-tempered at the very lifestyle it chose, for the very direct impression... Of a Tireless will.
Tireless impression is about someone not agreeing with what is truly happening with their very current standards in life. (Even thou it looks like everything is seemingly going more than possibly right for themselves, as that's not an already obvious enough potential benefit hanging too high in the air, for its own good.)
The Sovereign of Songbirds
Has been roused
Emitting layers of harmony
Borne of exultation, borne of woe, and
Reverberating in the Key of Elysium

Let your dreams guide you.
As the fulgent daystar
Dawns upon your starry spirit,
The musicality, the euphony of amour
Will abide within.

Soar unto the stratosphere,
For the limitlessness of flight
Belongeth to
The earthen vessel waxing ethereal;
Furthermore, it is only achieved through self-transcendence.

Ye are Children of Manumission;
Therefore, fulminate from sea to shining sea
Until the obsidian of hate
Descends into Magisterial Oblivion
Arising anew as The Element of Freedom.

The Requiem of the Revenant shall rise,
The Maw of Darkness will fall;
Ultimately, the Paean of Light will
Resound upon the four corners
Of the Terraqueous Mother.

(Se' lah)
Excelsior Forevermore,

Sanders Maurice Foulke III

04/07/2021
Amirraahh Mar 2021
I try to remember that blazing taste,

That bittersweet, that fatal bite of ivory teeth graced

I retrace this adorned place  

With my rouge lips erased
.

In the dead of human skin,

Will veins spread daisied seeds akin

Warm woven breaths spin

As the feel of your cold finger's burn my bones from inside in
.

Though I'm bleeding....

My soul, a desolate place

Lost, deserted, enlaced in this fading web spaced  

Forever needing
.
.

I feel my heartbeat brake

My eyes drain to a star in forsake

& though I was awake

I let go of my one snowflake
.

I dream by day

Asking, will thou stay?

Emerald hues of the sky's milky ray are washed away

Day to night to night to day

I fall to pray
.

Does the body remember nothing?

The touching?

Did love not mean something?

My soul was once blushing

To the rain pour of this moments flow of weeping heart's crushed

In the gentle scent of nectar eyelids brushed

To blood rush
.

A tender whisper will become the nights command

As hazed clouds dispel the winter darkness to the souls of the ******
.

We need some peace in this world

Silence

With each concrete flower hurled

I wait for the whimpering wind to twirl

In the hush of an enfolded eye's tiny smile, the blood in my heart swirls
.

For I am a faceless vessel ensuing the blackest voice

A soul trapped in an ephialtes voids

So I dance my pain away to dawn's poise

As she rises beyond the inkwell noise
.


It's the dusk that heals stained fiends

& a suckled child is weaned

As his mother's heart slowly screams

To the hungry souls dreamed
.


& I have known the women

I've kissed their cheeks of sin

I felt their embrace within

As beautiful Huwa was gifted a garden

Can we be forgiven?
.

With the moon up in smoke

Flesh is revealed to the morning sun just as the yellow in an egg yoke

Here I was woke

In an earth of blood filled tears soaked
.


Another piece of my soul turning to dust

Though rising is a storm of stardust
Mark Wanless Feb 2021
poor me oh poor me
have everything i need
no excuses left
Shraddha Arora Feb 2021
I kept walking for forty years;
I had my joys and my tears.

I was a daughter, mother and wife;
I was told that this is life.

I have no regrets.
I have met my targets set.

Then why this question sounds New?
When she asked me “Who are you”?

I fumbled; I stumbled.
But the question is still unanswered.

I am sad, I am nervous;
I was walking with No Purpose.

Maybe it's ok to let it go;
No one else will ever know.

Or, maybe it’s time to walk again;
To finally find “Who I Am”.
This poem is a reality of those who keep living without a 'Purpose' only to realize later how difficult it is to define their 'Why'.
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