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David Jan 2021
Leave the house
Down the path
Day in
And day out

I sit
And ponder
On where
I can wander

And bounds
With smiles
And frowns

I stare
To the
Far away
Rolling hills

Sharp Stone Swords
Long to Lunge
Veritia Venandi Aug 2020
Turquoise waters cradled by an unknown guardian filled itself with the emerald rainwaters...

By the day, it appeared as an ever expanding expanse of a jewel encrusted crown that belonged to no queen...

But at night,the very same radiated conspiracy with its violet aura and indigo rocks that wove a sinister garment about it...

Reflecting the mysterious heavens in the mirror of its being...

But inspite of the heart often went drowning into the fathomless bottoms to glimpse the unseen glitters... by the day...

And at night, the heart often chased the dreams dancing an unheard melody in a boat...over the lagoon full of stars...!
This poem is about the way in which we  strive to pursue our dreams... Regardless of drowning or risking ourselves in the lurking dangers along the way...Because when light flickers at the end of the path... The darkness of the way is little thought of... Thank you so much for reading this! ❤
John McCafferty May 2020
Glances of a golden glow
Face raised up
and layers thrown
Childlike fun
Mid May rays
its warmth absolved

Cindered slow and tender
Scarlet tones rendered red
The invisible hand slaps
with a silent clap

No spite or bite just light
Remember this tightness
Dangers unknown grown
Charred from above
upon those below
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Allesha Eman Jul 2019
I could sit by the blue waters, the ones that run seamlessly through my imagination for days. Hours, I could spend useless hours, worth millions to a lost soul just wandering down the alleyways of the darkest corners of my mind. Instead, I spend my time like I spend my money, I throw it towards spiral galaxies and treasures, but the unforgiving wind has its ways. Migraines. Those are the worst tricks of all time. Like punishments, they crawl up the sleeves of my soul and eat me alive. I feel that way a lot. Sometimes it’s not even a migraine, it just feels like one. It’s the gruelling existence of the daily hustle and bustle, the race to the top, or anything that has to do with a society that really twists my head into tangled knots. No matter how much “breathing” I do the antidote that is meditation only works for a second. I go outside to get fresh air, but once I reach the front step, I’m back to feeling crowded. Is that a feeling? What does it mean to feel? I don’t know, but you must understand. You must’ve felt it too. At least if you’re human you have, so have you? You know, I like to escape sometimes, but the mindfulness articles won’t tell you how. They’ll tell you to breathe. Like you’re doing right now. Try holding your breath. I heard it cures hiccups, well I read it an article. I read everything in an article. What I should eat, do, breathe, love, …feel…I read all that in those articles. You probably read them too. Anyways, I was talking about escape. Well for starters I like to close my eyes, and then envision the stars. I don’t see that much of them these days. Cars must breathe too, so they hide the stars away. But you’d rather get to your workplace then see the stars, right? The same place that makes your headache. Yeah, me too. I also read we are not the same, but I read that we are the same. I don’t know what to believe. I know what to believe. I hear you, but do you hear me? Am I yelling loud enough? Am I talking in my sleep? Oh, I know! I’ve been screaming this whole time, but in my head, on the bus…where I am quiet, so you can’t hear me scream. I think you can hear me; I see it in your eyes. You look sad, I am sad, we are all sad. You’ll never know though, because I posted a smiley face online, so now you think I’m happy. I saw you posted a video of you dancing the night away, your extravagant wedding, your new rooftop apartment, you’re probably happy. I heard you crying on the phone. I thought you were happy. Maybe I’m happier even though I’m sad. I think you’re sad, but that’s not what the articles say. They say you’re happy, you’re in Paris today! So, I believe them, cause that’s what I do. I’m a commoner, but that can’t be you. You have time, I spend time and you spend money. Keep spending, I read that you’ll be happy. I swear! I read it, online…you’ll be happy, I swear.
Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
sitting by a window
staring out the smudged pane
past the polychromatic crowds
bent, huddled, faceless in the rain

a smeared image swirling by
modern art painting not yet dry

wishing to nod off
tired to the bone
the rattle and rumble beneath
the stop and the start
keep my weary eyelids apart

the odors of crowded humanity
fill my nostrils,
make them burn
alcohol, sweat, stale cigarette smoke
on clothes that are old and worn

garlic, deep fryer grease
pastrami and cheese in a sack
blood dried on the apron
slung over a butcher's back

a cacophony of noises
surge inside the car
papers rattle, fingers tap
on electronics or on steel bar


nobody's talking
eyes are downcast
to newspaper, cell phone
or hangnail
fear and distrust
thick in the air
scattered about like
yesterday's mail

on this common commuter carrier
they're traveling the same route


just working folks
trying to make it all work out

they have much in common
in a way, aren't they all kin?
worn and weary at end of day,
fellows in the midst of this din?

14th Street station ahead
warns of various dangers
posted there on a column decreed

Please do not smile at strangers
I believe this is a real sign. It looks to be in the picture online.
Arlene Corwin Mar 2018
I never remember what poetry I've put on Facebook, AllPoetry,  or even on my own site, Arlene Corwin Poetry.  And I'm much too lazy to check.  (I suspect that that's the danger when one writes everyday)  If you've read this before well, read it again.

It just is what it is.  The fact that Sweden's smuggled weapon rate has skyrocketed since the Malmö-Denmark bridge was built - as has the crime rate.  A good example of the dark side of the moon.
The dark side of the bright side.
Strangers we all are strangers,
As we fall apart into dangers.
Lying under the same sky,
Holding our hands to fly.
Ma Cherie Jan 2017
I love you as I love the sun,
basking in warmth and comfort,
those life giving rays,
vitamin C makes my skin glow,
as it penetrates my being,
I yearn for it sometimes,
for a brilliant day ahead,
with clear skies and sailing,
though it has dangers,
don't look directly at it,
else be blinded by your light,
don't stay under it's spell too long,
I learned to protect myself,
but it has burned me very badly too.

Cherie Nolan © 2017
Just thinking about the past ;/
AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5*
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