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Man May 2023
The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting.
If you think you are capable enough
To affect real change.
And if you are, and
Do not, you are no
Man. And if
None of us act,
We are all ******.
aubrey Dec 2022
there is nothing i love more
than being
a girl
i love the way i speak,
with slang only teenage girls use
i love wearing dainty clothes,
feeling beautiful wearing them
i love collecting,
knick-knacks, records, crystals
above all
i love
the wonder of girlhood
romanticizing my life
perceiving my monotonous existence,
as a life worth writing about
Zywa Mar 2022
The music of Bach

is grief comforting people --


with touching beauty.
Collection "Pending rain"
Man Apr 2021
on the wall
hung a clock
melting in the day's ire
running toward the ground,
it ran fast sometimes
and occasionally
mind numbingly sluggish

in the washbasin
the rags i wore
soaked in a soapy stillwater
waiting for the wash
that these tired hands
must do

these blemished hands
how they hurt
strained from work
like the oil stains
on his shirt
they are worn
they are torn
and are without comforting
though his resolve is strong
his will is weak
from the havoc wreaked
from a life of low pay
struggling to live
week to week
knowing you deserve better
Blissful sleep

Warmth

A light orange glow, almost fluttering

The world seems to fade away
 
All becomes numb and sweet

And the darkness, somehow comforting
Umi Oct 2020
Within the depths of sorrow,
And the soulcrushing agony of despair,
And those drying tears shed by misery,
Lies a dim, yet remarkable light of hope, still shining in the cold, unforgiving hall of your very memories,
Move forward with your ambition!
Never let that light escape your grasp
Until all is over,
You may rest in my arms for now,
Until your woes are carried away,
By my warm gentle embrace.

~ Umi
Jasmin jazz May 2020
Pain ran through the veins.
Hopes were flickered out
Ants are biting the soft skin
It is not good vision to see
The baby squirrel is not moving
Thunderstorm put me inside
My heart pounded as he
was gonna die forever...
Oh! I can't imagine his death
Its too cold outside.. Maybe
he is shivering. Mamma
squirrel is very panicked
I ran out to the tree
took him in my hand and
kept him in shed and wiped
out him with a towel
He opened his cute eyes by
The warmth in my hand
Kept him in the towel so that
He'll be okay. But......
My heart skipped by a shout
I was scolded for getting out.
That's my mother...besides
Getting sad I smiled and remembered
That mom's love is always the same
With no difference whether
it is a squirrel or it is a human...
A sweet short story happened in my life 😊😊
Comment ur opinion whether it is a correction or a compliment🙂
MSunspoken Apr 2020
Touch so comforting
A familiar hand to hold-
Spreading this disease
Honestly, I'm not one to write a Haiku. Despite that, I think that Hello Poetry needs one right now.
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