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Spare me in my evil ways
Oh God
Forgive my trespasses
May I be Your obedient child
Blessed in the end

I yearn for Your mercy
Oh God
I pray for me and all
May I be never astray
I always write something,
until, in the end, perhaps,
I will discover
poetry...
2003.
The poem reflects on the creative process as a journey of exploration and self-discovery. It suggests that writing is an ongoing search for meaning, beauty, and truth, with the ultimate goal of uncovering poetry—the essence of artistic expression.

Writing is presented as a persistent act, even when the purpose or outcome is unclear. It emphasizes the importance of practice and perseverance in the creative process.

"perhaps" introduces ambiguity, acknowledging that the pursuit of poetry may not have a definite or guaranteed resolution.

Poetry is portrayed as a treasure or revelation waiting to be uncovered, symbolizing the more profound meaning or beauty beneath the surface of ordinary writing.

The poem conveys that poetry is not a given but something to be discovered through effort and exploration. It captures the tension between the uncertainty of the creative journey and the hope that, eventually, writing will lead to something profound and meaningful.

Its brevity and simplicity reflect the essence of poetry itself: the ability to convey complex emotions and ideas with minimal words. The poem leaves readers contemplating the relationship between persistence, discovery, and the elusive nature of artistic inspiration.
Nahin 2d
In the end,
what matters only is-
how well you look
into the eyes of
your child,

being brave to stand
as a hero or
ashamed as a villain.
Some justifications are so true they even touch the blinds.
words words words
words on a page
words in a book
words on the stage
words that you took

                                                           ­   from my mind
                                                            ­  my mouth
                                                           ­   my tounge


making them all be gone


                                                          ­    but where they stay
                                                            ­  is in the heart
                                                           ­   treasured in the deepest part


and not too often
should I find myself in sorrow
I'll know what I have to borrow


                                                        ­   those few words you said to me
                                                           I will keep them close forever
                                                         ­  reading them again and again


as if we are together
It feels like people that leave take something of you with them, but I have found out, that in some cases it's something I never wanted to begin with
Onward my hate
Though loved
Can’t I be

I loathe it
Despise
Glowing eyes

Warmth fading
Unto a cleric
Uncertainty
Fun …
Hamzah Nov 8
Act I - Prologue

When things didn't end well
They often make my eyes swell
For all the time i borrow
It mostly ended in sorrow

Act II - Different

I think it's gonna be different
How on earth that I'm one of the constant
Things should change
Else I'm the one who's derange

Act III - Constant

I was wrong
Like that one song
That's already recorded
It's unchanged

Act IV - Epilogue

I was never good at farewell
So, do tell
Come closer and speak
About the kind of ending you seek
I have a hard time thinking about the title. Please let me know if you guys have a better idea for the title.
Zoe Oct 29
all good things come to an end.
i understand that now.
nothing lasts forever.
everything has an ending as much as we don’t want it to.
my favourite co worker will quit and find a better job,
those late nights with them will end.
the person i stay up ‘til 3 am will stop texting me.
my soulmate will find someone else,
someone better.
my childhood will turn into adulthood.
but we all have to come to terms with it.
the end of it.
the end.
Ever heard of the saying "all good things come to an end," well it's all making sense to me now.
Viktoriia Oct 25
when the time comes
i want my story to be told
from a place of love,
i want to to know
that there was someone
somewhere
who gave a ****,
even if just a little bit.
please don't twist my words,
don't turn my intentions
into long-term plans,
'cause there is nothing long-term
about the way
somebody's life ends.
i used to have a vision
but at some point
i made a decision to try my luck,
so when the time comes
my only hope is
that my story is told by someone
who gives a ****.
Hollow Heart Oct 2
Sometimes I wish,
My sleep wouldn’t end,
So I wouldn’t have to deal with anything,
Ever again.
All alone in this hell called life,
Just makes me wish,
I would not survive.
Only more pain awaits,
They say it will get better with time,
But they don’t know,
No one understands it.
The unending sadness,
Of being alive.
Hollow Heart Oct 2
Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.

I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.

I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.

Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.

.
.
.

Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.
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