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Ashari Ty Sep 2018

I will be the spectral incandescence
Along the grey bellies
Of a post-typhoon grim sky;
The prism Isaac Newton used
To make the white light,
The white noise of scientific wisdom,
Split into dazzling colours.
"I reflect like how light reflected in Fizeau's mirrors in his light speed experiment."
Gemma Davies Sep 2018
Close your eyes and listen,
Smell the aroma in the air.
Roam where there is no WiFi,
Wander without a care.

Take the scenic route,
Get outside and explore.
Stroll through the woods,
And walk along the shore.

Dream with your eyes open,
Make the day all yours.
Do more than just exist,
Enjoy the great outdoors.
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jg1pXGu0DE
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
1  But i'm just so done
8  With life. I can't wait
0  around to be some hero.
0  I'd rather be a photo
2  On the mantelpiece. Too
7   Scared to even
3   Try and hope to be
8  better. i won't be great
2  someday. Nothing i can do
5  to help me survive
5  hell why am i even alive..
No I am not suicidal. I am just here to say I understand.
Eleanor Sinclair Aug 2018
Life is strong and life is tough, but sweetheart so are you

Chin up. You will be happy soon
Isaac Aug 2018
if you could skip to the day
your dreams are finally true
would you be glad and say
i finally made it through
you would not say that
because you would know
you didn't have to combat
any struggles or undergo
the challenges that came
they connect you with mankind
you would quickly feel the shame
of missing the joy that can bind
your heart with other hearts
our battles join us as one
missing out on those parts
no great memories would be won
you would know you are a fake
and victory would lose its meaning
realizing skipping was a mistake
not as wonderful as it was seeming
be content living day by day
moments are sweeter than you realize
scooting passed time's natural way
is not as good as you may idealize
Written 23 August 2018
Lucius Furius Aug 2018
I left my mittens in the Smokies.
It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge
after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap --
12 miles, 4,000 feet.
The girl gave us icicles.
Dazed and breathless, we pitched the tent
and scrambled into our sleeping bags.
  
The morning sun felt good -- Sterling Ridge
on our left, Cosby far below to the right;
Mt. Guyot with its spruces and firs;
lunch at Tri-Corner ****; then down through
the rhododendrons and mud to McGhee Springs.
Raven Fork -- the beech tree, the icy water,
the boulders, the sunlight.
Cabin Flats and Smokemont -- the rain,
the people with pancakes.
  
Campfires, backpacks, flapjacks, barley;
sunshine, lichens, blisters, . . . wood-smoke.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_018_mittens.MP3 .
This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
White Phoenix Aug 2018
wow
Life is 2 fried
Im 2 high
Its good
no more depressive times
open your mind
realize you have life its good
they have no waters and no fuels
i have it all
but i claim empty
who the **** am i
let it go
stop crying
let it go
you have it all
its good
sufiya firdose Aug 2018
you think they are great ....just great
who knows what comes next
life changes like a coin
sometimes head ,sometimes tail
today they are king
so it does't mean they will always be king
time changes ...
tomorrow they will be soilder
of a king who once used to be their slave....
and you think they are great...just great
this poem i wrote while travelling with my friend for our maths exam and she was so frittend because of others
Tia Aug 2018
Because in me, there is a wall higher than China's
That I promised no one can get in even if they try hard
It's unbreakable even by the titans
It is made of solid rocks strengthened by thousands of emotions

Years and years of building
Years and years of protecting
Years and years of guarding
And now the heart inside is becoming empty and lonely
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