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tanglaw Nov 2020
The pouring of the gentle rain reminds me of you,
I trace silent tears right on my windowpane.
The sound of raindrops and the darker hue -
it's making me sad
just like when I think of you.
Francesca Rose May 2020
What I feel for you is akin to how the floorboards hug the wall at the corner of the ballroom.
Smothered in gleaming tile, I lie beneath, fighting to breathe at the very seams, so close to you.
I am worn, and old, and my nails are ripped to shreds as I claw my way through the throng of porcelain pink people to you.
The touch of me against the very smallest part of you is enough for me to fall still and gaze not at the dancers in their gowns but the unassuming dark corner towards which I endlessly reach.
Simon Ryan Apr 2020
There’s a light in the darkness we can’t yet seem to see
There’s a deeper unknown behind the words you and me
Perfect we aren’t there’s no need to be
We’re a lot more powerful at nature than our problems and fees
We can shine as bright as the sun and feel as strong as the trees
We struggle when we feel our chest tighten and start to squeeze
We can feel frightened when our mind is weak and words tend to freeze
What lies behind our fear is a care free loving being with a gentle breeze
Random thoughts again or should I say mysterious.. I love mysterious ways and discovery’s, find your purpose and you find your way..
Jared Jun 2019
Like a song, I waited to be heard,

Till' they lent their ears and offered

The gift to listen to a voice

That gave clear insight from all the noise.



Throughout the epochs of hearsay,

Eons of complete mental disarray,

Ages of false images,

And unclear periods of distress.



At last, my voice was hearkened.

The truth has soared and shined,

To illuminate the path for the blind

To enlighten the false that had me bound.
Holocene is a series of anthological poems that focus on the epoch where humanity sprang from.
[Offical Full Poetry]

You came fast into my life.
Like a roller coaster,
Told me that you wanted me,
But all you did was stealing my dreams.
Took my innocence, all my friends,
You took all the good in me.
Now you're gone too,
Left me in the darkness,
My heart was shaking,
When I thought about you.
Now the pain is gone.
I don't care about you.


© Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
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"8th March 2018
A pen found its ink
A purpose found its man

Art,  
 The mother of all that's beautiful
brought me a gift
A life skill that would be my passage of lift

                  He came to life in unhealthy mental weathers,                    
his soul was birthed in shabby unearthly waters
and bound to mine
in an everlasting covalence.
                                                      ­    
he was given to me an agent of healing – an outlet,
a living freedom;
         a drain for my pain,      

a gift and a curse he is a stain on the domain of my name – but
I take pride in our duality,
my existence paradigm was on the edge of a cliff
suicidal - I lay on my back under the roof
of a gloomy identity
my name and my frame
soaked in melancholia of a quantity
that exceeds the infinite.

DEAR WORDSMITH
You and I
Are a year older
I am a decade wiser
I can feel it in my hair
the truth in its absolute quintessence
is a universe closer.

The way you hold my mind in your gloves
gives me sleepless nights and faceless days
but who am I to question my panacea?
I promise I will make the most of what we can be.

A savior, a tutor, a sage
My poet, my light, my flame, my light.

WordSmith_Wiz
03/08/2019
A year ago - i became a poet. Help me appreciate my penman. This is my first post here with you family. Thanks.
Esther L Krenzin Jun 2018
(For Eric Killmonger)
A little boy stared in the clouds
Forgotten tales screaming loud
His word small and nothing wrong
It all shattered after too long
Stories of cities that touched the sky
Clans of people untouched by time
Hope soon filled his boyish dreams
But not everything was as it seemed
One night he came home and saw
His father dead, struck down by claw
Weeping over his fathers head
He begged him to stay, not leave him instead
Shattered dreams and shattered hopes
He held the myth achingly close
Alone, no one there to guide
He locked his humanity deep inside
Battling for a way to free them all
Seeking power and in deaths thrall
The world had taken everything away
And all in one single day
So he would take everything away from it
His soul a star no longer lit
Now he lay there quietly dying
His enemy close, no longer fighting
The world it seemed would take him too
His glittering eyes full of rue
There was nothing left for him here
Breathing ragged and full of fear
Finally he took his very last breath
And slipped away as his life left
And as the sun left the sky
The night descended with a sigh
The little boy was dead and gone
His life a sad and weary song.
-Roguesong-
-Esther L. Krenzin-
I loved this Eric in the Black Panther movie, and I felt so bad for him.
His whole life he believed in a dream.
His whole life he believed that he could make a difference, and fight for those who are oppressed.
He just wanted to help.
Esther L Krenzin Jun 2018
A whisper floats into my ear
So soft that I can barely hear
Tearing me apart deep down inside
I just want it to end, and peace to reside
It offers power and darkness to me
How lost I am I just cannot see
Part of me begs to again find the light
But the greed overcomes and darkens my sight
I've lost who I was to fear and hate
And now I'm trapped and think its too late
Tears spring to my eyes as I lift them high
Seeking wisdom and answers that aren't based on lies
The mask fades, the lie I built
To block the pain and heart wrenching guilt
Looking at the cracked reflection of my face
All I see is a failure and a disgrace
A monster that I myself have created
Is now the very person to be hated
The choices spin around in my head
As I stand here now wishing I was dead
Could I give it all up and run away?
Or lose myself to evil and stay?
I let go of the light and embrace the dark
Crushing the old me leaving not a spark
The ember in the ashes eventually dies out
Leaving an empty shell full of doubt
Clutching my weapon I scream
Wishing it all was a dream
But it is real, I am real
And I just want it all to heal
Instead I stand here, taking deep breaths
No friend but my shadow who hasn't yet left
Inside it hurts but outside it sleeps
So I'll stand here again as it silently reaps

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
I wrote this poem for Kylo Ren, because I feel bad for him. He's gone through so much, and is so conflicted and sad. I wrote this so that I, and others can understand him better.
I hope you liked it.
Peace out,
Roguesong.
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