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something to write
something to fight

at the end, i find
the world laughs

the roses open
the flies appear

the world changes
the world dances

when i see your eyes
the sun smiles

the morning comes
with the birds songs

for what?
i see your brilliant
love help us to suffer every worst
Shlomo Jan 2019
Tottering. Tottering.

Tottering on the brink

of illiteracy,

was a man once known,

for his intellectual proficiency.

For brilliant no more he was,

as those days were long gone!



Once upon a time he was well known,

for his many exponential technologies,

From portable video projection hardware,

reconstruction surgical devices for the cochlear,

to software able to extract the deepest of thoughts.

Now, there he lay. There he lay!

Daily perpetuating and recapitulating the most misanthropic of idiocies.
https://shlomotion.co/poems/tottering/
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Brief and  Brilliant

A  cow  is brief.
A  crow  is  brief.
A Que   is  brief.
A  question  is  brief.

But  cow  is not  brilliant;
crow is  brilliant.


Que is  not  brilliant.
Que   maker  and  breaker
two's  are  brilliant.


Question is  not
brilliant;
answer  and  replies  are
brilliant.
Arun  Artificial  intelligence
Keith Mitchell Dec 2018
Thistle
You are so beautiful
Fierce in appearance
I can imagine
Stepping on you
With bare feet
Here and there
I can hear my screech
Your thorns
Thwarting an invasion
Imagining with delight
The love of a country
You are Legend
Magic starts
Seeds waiting
For the sun to shine
Floating in the dark of the night
Like a puffy cloud
Once
Brilliant photons
Start raining down
You thistledown
As if it’s just your dream
Blown by the wind
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
quartz so divine
and shimmering bright
and it will always be fine
like a magical light
with a structure so pure
and brilliant allure.
A rock of great might
and it will always outshine.
The word must be told
I will announce at loud
I am fear you will not respond
So, I will return to my silent
As I fear to be frustrated
I will judge to your heart
Which certainly knew what I suffered
I suffer wide look of your brilliant
The moon is my talk
To see you at her shape
And lonely will be my sit
As I talk to your shape
That is light my space
the love knows its way, no distances or mount could stop it
Pyrrha Jul 2018
Crawling through my brain till it has made channels connecting to tunnels like little circuits replacing my nerves, the little worm I call Loneliness wriggles onward.

A constant motion of forward goes that worm, bringing with it a never ending feeling of monachopsis.
Day after day it dwells in my mind as the worm carries on.

It adapts and evolves finding a solution to every mastermind plot I find from removing this creature, this beast, this worm from my mind.

“Friendship is betrayal, they all leave and deceive in the end,” it whispers through my head as if another conscience inside my being.

I fear the worms words and obey every command. Dare I disobey what dismay would come my way?

“Happiness is a lie along with perfection, never trace your hands along such deadly lines, the lines of which a mortal mind should never tread,” he says using my beliefs against me. “Happiness is for those who belong, not for you, never for you!”

The worm screams those words through my mind anytime I laugh or smile reminding me not to be so daft.

Oh beautiful, wonderful,brilliant demon of mine.
Keeping me from trying to find ways to end the suffering in my life

Morbid torment in the back of my mind,
Keeping me from trying to find ways to silence the loneliness screaming within, bringing me further into the dark.

What would I do without you, dear Loneliness?
You cloud my mind and free me from my foolish desires.

Why should I not be alone?
If I was meant to feel together,
Then together surely I would feel.

Why should I feel happiness when happiness isn’t mine?
How selfish I would be without you holy creature,
Beautiful blessed worm of wonder.
Monachopsis- A subtle yet persistent feeling of not belonging
This is one of the first poems I wrote this year, it's what reminded me of why I love poetry. It provides a place to hold my thoughts.
Danielle Jul 2018
I want to write epic tales
Or little brilliant pieces,
To make a person think.
But the words are slippery,
Plunging. Falling fast from
My grasp, they vanish.
I’m not sure where,
They sometimes return,
And if I’m really lucky
A few moments of furious
Repeating is enough to
Hold them tight and safe,
If only to turn them loose
Onto pages.
The Poet's Struggle
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
Oh look my friend
on the stars in the sky

Oh look my friend
on the moon in the night

This is brilliant of the sky
This is brilliant of the night

Oh look
Oh look
Oh look
Oh look



Oh look
Oh look
Oh look
Oh look

This is brilliant of the sky
This is brilliant of the night


2017
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