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Henri Coetzee Sep 2020
There exists a special type of insanity,
Only known to poets
And those who adore poetry.
It is something that cannot be explained
Or described, only experienced.

And those who experience it
Are never the same. They know
The burning need to write and read
And the comfort of finding yourself
In someone else's words.

This madness holds a hidden truth:
No one chooses this insanity.
Instead, it reaches out to those
Broken, disillusioned, embittered
And held captive, by life itself.

I do not ask you to pity the poets,
Or those captivated by poetry,
But the next time you see one
Ask them: Why do you love poetry?
And watch as their eyes light up.
The other day, I started talking about poetry and my friends couldn't understand why I loved it so much. That conversation led to this poem
Celestial Jul 2020
You are a poets dream,
If I am to be a poet.
Hair as light and fluffy as a cloud.
Yet dense and woven like,
Vines in a forest of trees.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to put words on paper.
Smile as wide as the horizon.
Yet devious and charming like,
the demons that are biblical.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to believe in the word.
Eyes as deep as the ocean.
Yet changing and searching like,
a lighthouse in the storm.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to keep the beat.
Hands as strong as stone.
Yet guiding and scarred like,
the seasoned boat captian.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to patch the scene.
Heart as heavy as an anchor.
Yet beating and living like,
Mine.
Yue Wang Yitkbel Jan 2020
I'm the dreamer who reaps eternity.

If thou knowest not what could be known
How could thou be wise to the unknowable?
Instead of the fulfilment of wisdom
Plentiful, with golden overlooked fields of wheat
They hunger for the unquenchable faint stars
And gain not the warmth of heaven's retreat
But the stoic cold indifference of heavens afar
So
In the barren I'm destined to be
All of antiquity granted to me
A callow child sowing wizened words
Lo and behold as they grow unobscured
Wild and free
As only TRUTH after sifts of time remains
To be resown
In fertile old earth and as new seed
And
In the harvest
The fruits of
What is rooted to eternity
Will be reaped

Child
Don't fear the silence
Feel alive as you hear your heart beating
Don't shun your doubts, emptiness, uncertainty
You must have the wavering void of darkness
To hold a dream
That is not devoid of
Wonder
Unwavering indefatigable wonder

Is there an unknown quiet hidden prophecy
Clawing to be freed from deep within
An instinct with the shape of my shied soul
As swallows yearning for the sure south
I had danced with the same faith of finding
My wings a thousand quills across the keys
Praying the given words and ebbing melodies
In waltzing secrecy may show me
And let me hear, let me see, let me be

The sound of cherubim’s laughter in the wind
The rain and darkening clouds soothing
Hearts weary of ennui beneath languid sun
Minds anticipating enlightenment of dawn
And souls waiting, silently, patiently for my song

All the woes wake the sweetness of being
As the bitterness of ale cradles dreams
I could rise higher than if I'd never fallen
There must be darkness for stars to be seen

This must be my destiny
All these lost ways and wandering
This must be my destiny
I can hear whence the world stops singing
This must be my destiny
To mark wayward path without markings
This must be my destiny
I can still see whence light only modestly reigns
In the desert, to the gazer, heavens will finally reveal
What were, are and will be
Like a dream, timeless they'll tell me
Everything

Do you feel the pull before you see the star
Just as your light is here before you are
For I can sense a force of glory leading me far
Beyond the great earth of ashes and dust
As if the gate guarding my dreams is ajar
A stray light is peeking through the dark
A rung of the ladder, shadows mark
A feather falls, a sleeve caught
The blade of light points the path

The winding green path that hides the valley
The crown of oak that shields the bard
Sunshine too harsh for young hearts
Shadow coveted by dreamers of love
Yearning to reunite beyond time and space afar

Just as quietness calls for sweet longings
The sailors they drift to slumber against tidings
Seedlings must breathe without canopy foliage
While shadow shelters depth of life within the sea

So
Child
Don't fear the silence
Feel alive as you hear your heart beating
So
Child
Don't shun your doubts, emptiness, uncertainty
You must have the wavering void of darkness
To hold a dream
That is not devoid of
Wonder
Unwavering indefatigable wonder

Traversing ceaselessly
Through
The dawn of silence and dusk of uncertainty
Unto the undying fields of ancient wisdom
I am the dreamer who reaps eternity
I have decided to continue trying to pursue my dream of becoming a lyricist, which means I'm going to focus all my energy on writing and learning to write lyrics that won't be posted here.  
I am not a composer, singer or producer myself, so I am looking for any collaborative opportunities on the music side of things.  

I would write lyrics for free, just a writing credit would suffice, and I usually only take a couple hours to write each completed work.
I won't be spending time on HP much so if anyone needs to contact me, my email is on my profile.

Happy New Year!
Peace and Love!
<3

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The Dreamer Who Reaps Eternity

By: Yitkbel Yue Xing ****
Origin version written on:
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Published Version First Draft Completed:
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Venus Star Dec 2019
the foundations we built without knowing
but
i cant let you in
theres things i need to say to you
but i cant
and i cant keep you out
so i wait

and we keep building
and we dance in silence
to the music
and let the world burn
from the fires of our silence

watched by the moonlight
the ashes are our scars
i just wanted to dance
in our usual trance
Julie Grenness Oct 2019
If I were a world dictator,
I would make peace now, not later,
I would ban bombs and guns,
A new way on Earth begun,
Big dreamers start with dreams,
We could change the world, it seems,
We need peace now, not later,
If I were a kind dictator.........
Feedback welcome.
The dreams i just dream
Are enough to change everybody in the world.
Just now i had a funny one,
I luckily won 1000000 dollars in a casino,
And i am busy buying and selling,
No wonder i havent wrote today.
Day dreaming has become my habbit of late.
Ahnaf Jul 2019
A towering wooden frame
Lined with fake lotuses  
Written all over

Here Lovers' promises
Sit unscathed, untested

Words etched
In just a single moment of love
Live forever
As love elsewhere dies away
fray narte Jun 2019
Maybe I left my dreams in the last song I sang in the shower. Maybe you left yours in your first, half-empty cigarette pack, still hidden beneath a pile of clothes.

Maybe somewhere along the way, it wasn’t our dreams that died, darling — it was us.
As inspired by the line: It wasn’t the dream that had gone wrong but the dreamers — Harlan Coben, Stay Close
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