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Nupur Sep 2019
Have no fear
When we are here
Have no fear
When we are so near

Dont get scared
Dont be afraid
Its just the situation
dont let that smile to be fade

Have no Fear
Its alright my dear
We are living in a world of change
Where you cant gauge who is going to leave or who s going to stay

Bloomy days are just around the corner
We celebrate with joy and laughter
have some patience and dont loose hope
there is no room for a deadly fear

Fear is in the head
let it be covered
step out speak loud
go out and discovered

Have no fear
do not shed tears
you will get what you deserve
There is a purpose out there
which you have to serve

Reach the mountains
touch the sky
broaden your horizon
and the limits are high
Fear is no where close to you
close your eyes and
take a leap of faith
which is inside calling you
Urshita Sharma Mar 2019
On my way, I go.
Leaving behind the sorrow, the pain
that once had me crawling in fear.
I won't look back.

On my way, I go.
Leaving behind the memories,
memories that haunted my dreams.
I won't look back.

Because I am strong,
I am me and now,
I am free.
Be strong, never stop believing in yourself. You'll do good.
Ameed Mar 2019
Listen to the voices that you hear at night
Listen to the whispers at 3 a.m.
Listen to the words that pop up when you're alone
And most importantly believe these voices
Clench to them deeply and
Trust
Them All
The Way
...
© Ameed
Onica Oct 2018
She always had her gaze fixed on the ground
like she's having a conversation with it
with eyes that are able to read the soul
with her you can never be sure        
I'm starting to wonder
does she see more to these footprints than we actually do
or is she encoding this path to the books of her mind                              
I'm starting to wonder
what does she know about the ground that we don't    
all I know is that she's the girl that always looked down
look up just for a minute
look up and find me cause I'm lost
I feel like only you can see the truth hidden by my smile
ressurect the soul from this grave of brokenness
your eyes bear a river of redemption
should you decide to look up
I'll dive deep and find serenity
look up and see the trails of these broken hearts  
caused by this broken soul
find my pieces and put me together
sanctify my soul with your sanity                              
proclaim revival against this calamity in the abyss of distress  
should I decide to look up
my eyes will scar you for life
leaving a mark in your heart that no one can erase                                              
during the day they'll be your sunshine
at night they'll be your moon
when your inner strength disappoints you
they'll be the fire that revives your being
should I decide to mould you
I'll be selfish with you
you won't be able to let go
I'll be fixing you for myself
so tell me boy, are you ready for me to look up?
Anushruti Singh Sep 2018
On this day
I am thinking
How strange peoples are?
Sometimes they treat you
Like u mean everything to them
But mostly they treat you
Nothing to them
Are they are foolish or trying to act like foolish ?


On this day
I am thinking
How could someone be so disgust?
How people treat themselves
As a high class people?
And make others to feel like low class people
Are they trying to make others feel low
Or they are making themselves below??

Truly they are strangers
If wanna to study them
You only get chaos everywhere.
They are worth of
Go to  hell
Never and ever change yourself for them
Because you mean nothing to them
And never question on God's creation
You are most amazing person always mention.
This poem is about so called good and high class peoples
Nysa Jul 2018
Where there are stars from a constellation never seen,
Where flowers bloom in the dark night,
Where trees sing along the wind,
Where the eternal fire burns through,
Where birds sing melodies unheard of.

There I will rise again!

As bright as a star
As mesmerizing as an angel
As beautiful as the daughter of the God,
And, as me...
Krysta May 2018
I wanted numb
I wanted to be a certain thing
I wanted to release myself to the wave of the world
I wanted to be taken away and washed on shore

But I don't want to feel nothing
I can that feel with the rawest sting
The burn of life pulses through my bones and prickles at my skin

You can pour water on me to put me out,
I will sizzle and smoke and rise higher and more fiercely
Laughing as I look you in the eye.

I used to think with my eyes downcast even when closed.
Behind a wall, shielding me,
protecting me from having to follow my dreams

Of the boredom that comes with passionately saying, ‘this is what I love!’
Because, how tedious is it to commit to your dreams?
How boring to practice and practice and practice and practice.

Just saying the word,  practice feels like practice for something.
Practice, Practice, Practice
Practice..

It’s uncomfortable
It is off-putting
Too many words, and the flow is all of.

It’s. Not. The. Right. Rhythm.
or.the.right.feel,
esmegnsiht osklo gnorw.

So, I’d rather go numbly through life
biding my life by
till someone does it for me?

No one is going to tell me who I am.
No one is going to know my thoughts,
or hear my voice,

Unless or until I open my mouth and tell them.
Every thought I think is a statement
So every move I make must matter.

My voice is my strength and my gift
It should be weird that people don’t know that about me.
I am not the timid voice with roaring inner thoughts kept to myself.

How can other people know me for how I know me
if I don’t tell them who I am.

So here it goes.
This is who I am.
This is what  I will fight for.

The discovery of self.
The belief in self.

The belief in my dreams.
The discovery of my dreams.
Ooops this one's long
Eleanor Jan 2018
A poet is:
Someone who makes the ugly, beautiful.
Someone who makes the beautiful, obscure.
Someone who makes the obscure, understandable.
Someone who makes the understandable, amazing.
A poet is:
Someone who uses words, to make art.
Someone who looks at art, and sees a story.
Someone who looks at a story, and sees a purpose.
Someone who sees a purpose, and uses it.
A poet is:
Someone who sees hatred, and writes hatred.
Someone who sees love, and writes love.
Someone who feels sad, and writes sad.
Someone who sees kindness, and writes kindness.

A poet can be anyone.
A poet can write about anything.
A poet can be implicit.
A poet can be explicit.
A poet can be hidden.
A poet can be famous.

You can be a poet.
The only rule is to write.
Poems are hard to define. You can write poems to express feelings or just to appreciate the things around you. You can write a poem on some paper or on a computer or in the sand, it doesn't matter. You can show people or keep it to yourself. The important thing is that when you you write a poem it's impossible not to be good enough because that poem is for you and only you. The world is lucky if they get to read it.
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