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Harshit Nangia May 2020
You lost the day you started doubting yourself.
~Harshit Nangia
Andy May 2020
As you read these words
You may be busy
At war with your drowsy eyelids
Struggling to hold them up
Like Atlas carrying the Earth on his shoulders
Its heavy weight making you want to surrender control
And allow them to drop down

You may be startled by the overwhelming brightness
From being accustomed to the dark
Never fear
You'll get used to it eventually
And find the brightness comforting rather than blinding
Drawn like a moth to a flame

It's time to wake up, sleepyhead
Today is another day
For you to conquer
You decide what will become of this day
And the next
And the one after that as well
For as long as the sky is up
And the sun still shines every morning
Each day is yours for the taking
Seize it
Don’t let anyone take it away
Wrote this poem this morning when I woke up, a bit drowsy but in a good mood!
Aditya Roy May 2020
If you believe
In yourself
Flip a coin

Stay out of jail
If it says heads
You're dead

If it says tails
You have made it
You made bail

Flip the coin again
Because the world don't give chances to cons
Jail is safe
Satirical one.
Chloe DeAngelis May 2020
May I finally
Share insignificant poetry?
Long years suppressed, the quiet satisfaction reading my best-
Hidden magnum opus’,
Unshared, I never dared
Expose a blackened mouth,
To peers and lost lovers, so dear, who would poke at me
For I needed to be prodded tenderly
Wounds were still sore
Poetry being gauze,
The words as burning daylight
Falling from a young tongue
Calling for applause
A strong voice has now grown
Needing no notice to be great
For I create charcoal coated prose
Despite other’s hate
Many a friend has looked down on poetry, and I found myself hesitating to write due to this. But, I write poetry for myself, and no longer care what they think.
raekua May 2020
~raekua

i will not pour honey on my truth
for my story to run smoothly down your throat
take your seat in the audience
get comfortable
allow my pages to write themselves
step aside as the quartet readies their strings to play
settle in as the conductor prepares
to perform the one melody her heart knows how
my story
is not yours
to tell

you can fold me over and into myself
press me down like dough
knead me till my bones collapse
and I am putty on the floor
throw me into the air
only to drop me down, the way you do so well
pick my limp body up and do it again
do it all to me
and when you think you’ve done enough
do it again
your hurt
will never be enough
to break me
i promise you

i will get up
and love myself so fiercely
that i drive the doubts swimming in my mind underwater
leave them to sink
never to breach the surface of my confidence
again

~raekua
strength, truth, self-love, confidence, peace, love,
Zelyn May 2020
I used to dance, yes,
In front of a crowd, I couldn't care less.
A poem in which every movement is a word,
and each motion is an emotion shared.

But everything has changed,
when I started to listen to the painful remarks backstage.
A wave of embarrassment,
everything became an impediment.

Seems like they're slowly pinning me down,
all the confidence had just drowned,

and so I stopped dancing around.
I love dancing! I still do but not as often anymore!
Em Schwa Apr 2020
The anchor has been set free.
I have been found and no longer need to hide.
I shall go, become, and embrace myself
For everything I am, and finally
I will love myself.
Skyler Apr 2020
Why did it take so long
For me to face my fears?
To realise I was strong.
Strength would wipe away my tears.

A question asked by many.
Those looking within,
Those who cannot bury,
And feeling stretched thin.

Finding myself;
A life long quest.
'Look to thyself'
Given time, given rest

Your time will come.
Love and friendships will fade,
Depression that leaves you numb,
No doubt leaves us afraid.

Darling don't fret.
Your power is there,
Unseen as of yet,
Ready to glow and glare.

There are many nights ahead,
Soundless and sleepless alike,
Full of worry and dread,
Tears ready to strike.

These cannot be controlled,
Nor should they be feared.
Let the feelings roll,
Allow your mind to be cleared.

This cycle is found,
Over and over again.
Though you aren't bound
to hold onto the pain.
I realised that I have found my own self-worth and strength. I was asking myself why had it taken so long, and when had I realised. This poem is the result of my musings. I am always looking within, but now am beginning to cultivate positivity without neglecting my mental health.
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