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Maria Jun 2021
What have we become, as the years have drawn on
At the hands of ourselves and our fate
Unmoving in the pillars we rested our lives upon
What have we become

Convincing ourselves we were but a moment too late
Biding time ‘till we could fly on the wings of a swan
As our minds rotted at an ever-quickening rate

Dismissing our stumble as an unlikely phenomenon
Our thundering heartbeats left to reverberate
The mirage of our advance now shattered and gone
What have we become
I tried to write something with a more defined structure, let me know if you have any suggestions. It's been a strange week with some mixed news, so I feel like I'm starting over again. I hope this poem got that message across, I hate it when structure comes at the expense of the meaning. Anyhow, hope everyone is doing well :)
Today
Hamas terrorists let rockets rain on Israel

Today
Israeli soldiers shattered Palestinian dreams with shrapnel

Today
I learned that cancer killed, again! Shyra this time. RIP

Today
Gray, rain, pouring down depressing large tears, non-stop! Just weather, or is it?

Today
Bleak reality, Ina got diagnosed. Hello cancer my old fiend!

Today
Pandemic work from home blues, lonely stares at screens, empty flat, inward screams, ahuman void.

Today
The world would’ve been less brutal without your malevolence. I hope, you do better, tomorrow. I really do hope so!

Today
Just now! News: it’s a boy, Tomme! Lungs inflated, first screams, first breath. Hope a tad elated.

Today
Death and life, a full circle
Bad days come and go. Take life one day at a time. Sometimes bad days end good! So today was still a good bad day!
Dark Dream May 2021
As the evening ticks on
I sit and ponder
Inside my restless spirit
I witness the comings
And goings
Of all the people
Through the pixels of black
Scrolling or trolling
The ether holds such power
Yet it’s substance is weak
Usage of color inside words
A slip of the keys
Portrayal in portraits
In lives out of the hives
But what is the point
Engaging in this parade
Do you show off your mask
Create those tasks
So I wonder again
If I’m in the right place
Or did I just end up
In a new trap for me
Sara Brummer May 2021
Circle, you are the power of wholeness
open to earth and sky. All things generate
from your center : the earth in its roundness,
the celestial cycles, the expansion of time.

There are circles of wisdom with roots,
branches and memory, circles of sacred
song and dance, the  mystic circle of the
perfect full moon.

You are the vast flight of the eagle,
the many- petalled rose. You are
the egg and the nest, the expression
of completeness and protection.
You are the whole psyche, enclosing
passion, courage and love. You are zero,
the perfect number.

You are revolution, eternity and
new beginnings. You are the voice
that I hear in single moments and
know there is more than myself.
Jordan LC Murphy Apr 2021
Your unhanded movements and back handed ways
Will only serve you backwards
You idiots... you slaves
For angels still rise
From the spirits of the slain
Mother Nature will punish you
Justification is hers to put claim
Nikkipopgun69 Apr 2021
If I get told to do one thing I’ll do another.
I’ve been here before playing the joker.
Painting a fake smile upon my face.
Telling myself if you’re happy then  I’m happy too.

Having too much patience watching from the distance.
Cos’ I could write a million one words about you.
I play fake scenarios  through my head
Even if I’m overthinking in the end

We both have our own demons
That we fight everyday
The addictions to drugs linger
But who am I to judge?
Playing a dangerous game but I’m only going to hurt myself

I’m traumatised by the past and trying to show other people genuine feelings even though they don’t believe a word you say.
Shooting my shot everyday even though
Every day I do .. I fail.
I tend to just break my own heart
Just to try and bring myself happiness
When you feel like you’re going around in circle of emotions with people and what you see through day to day life
Svetoslav Mar 2021
Flowers blooming up with a free will
The color of white contains every color in the world.
If you look closely, you may see the humility and innocence

A flower circle portraying the infinity it holds inside
Sunlight, reaching it out to hold it and warm it
Moonlight, reaching out to calm it, make it sleep and not feel lonely

Some people think that in fact they do not have life or emotions.
They actually breathe and live as free as a bird in the wind.
A smell so charming that bees cannot hold it, but to unfold it
Abi Carroll Mar 2021
Fire Agate

Rendered at last,
  with seamless lines
    of every shade
  and layer on top of layer

As we know,
  one burning tree
    can set
      it's forest aglow

and so came her soul
  with fire's inside

    But with fire comes chaos

Birches chirp
  for consequential change
    for her edge's
      to chip away
Then a Maple
  , through sweet rustles,
     asks for more
Willows fume
  fatal wishes
    for the forest
    to surrender,
  for water over embers
A Cypress follows
  , with deep concern,
      and begs to stand
Ashes whisper
  for another
    just one more day
But an Elm
  seeks that same color
    but within her
  and to stay

It's dangerous to dance
  with this many tree's

"One day,
  maybe I'll break,
and maybe someone,
  maybe you,
    will see

between the waves
  that meet at peak,
    that fold into another,
see why the cold sky
  shy's behind the hot sun
    but are drawn together,
see below the clear surface
  that deceives
    by gifting you assumptions,
see how clear agate
  over hematite
    gives you iridescence,
see beyond the points
  we know,
    and please see
  where a circle stops.

Maybe you'll see
  what I can't

    , me"
Mark Wanless Feb 2021
the circle complete
squirrel foot prints in deep snow
blossoms memory
Celwyn Evans Dec 2020
Again. Again. Again.
I am in the circle
It has been with me forever
Five decades
Of going round
Round and round
Repeating
I am tired of repeating
I am tired of being me
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