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Emma Kate Sep 2024
Please weave your
nerves along
My bones,
my marrow is
your supper.
Please wrap your
never ending
absoluteness around
My eternity,
my endlessness is
your reward.
Some human connections feel so intense that it becomes hard to deny the existence or magic.
Moo Sep 2024
Shall the cries of the dead be heard?
When the world quites down,
Do the weeping winds coax their pain?
Seeping the ground for their comfort,
Will the rain find it's purpose then?
Will it be happy knowing it's not just a source of shallow joy for the living?
Will the clouds stop crying?
Out of pity for the dead,
once alive,
Does the sun apprise us of the regret of the day before or the one ahead,
Does it pity the ones it doesn't serve,
The ones dead
Àŧùl Sep 2024
I recall that girl,
Happy & healthy,
Always with a chill,
Always with a thrill.
My HP Poem #1996
©Atul Kaushal
Bekah Sep 2024
Lilac fields at rest
Summers eternal embrace
She sleeps gently now
ISOLATION from others is
When you are all ALONE,
In your OWN PRIVATE PLACE,
Your INNER PEACE IS SHOWN!!

A CALMNESS of HAPPINESS
when you are at your OWN PEACE,
COMFORT and CONTENTMENT,
and when FRUSTRATIONS CEASE!!

A Feeling of SERENITY,
The STATE of
TRANQUILITY, FELICITY,
of BALANCE and
also STABILITY!!!

A sense of PEACEFULNESS,
WELL-BEING and BLISS,
You are at your own PEACE,
A Feeling of RESTFULNESS!!!


B.R.
Date: 12/2/2023
Saanvi Sep 2024
I am definitely no poet but I like to write and I wish I could capture in my poetry
(if it can be considered poetry),
the melancholy of changing seasons
and empty sidewalks and long secret
fleeting glances.
Longing and Desire burning in the flames of youthful passion.
Or true love if that exists, I am sure it does.
The afternoon silence or
the echoing laughter on a windy day,
my love for my family, the radiant smiles of my friends.
The way sunlight decorates the ocean
waves in summer, disappears in the
monsoon,
Only to return back with shades of golden
in autumn and peeking desperately,
Trying to warm the frozen earth in desolate winter.
The utter feeling of loneliness that
connects each and every one of us,
The emotional weight of saying a goodbye
to the last year at new year's,
My childlike sense of adventure and
wonder,
Or my dread when it comes to talking
about death.
But mostly and desperately I sincerely
hope that my poetry
(that on some days I am not even sure can
be considered poetry),
captures the essence of loving and living,
A life well lived and loved that would be
called mine.
I love writing poems. It gives me great joy. I wish to encapsulate the beauty of all people and things I love in my poetry.😊🌻
Jason Adriel Sep 2024
twelve years ago
a very long time ago
I was just a kid then
(not that I'm any better now)
and love was something new

it felt thrilling, exciting
a young kid entering junior high
I knew most of the kids in my class
every introduction is welcomed
with rapturous claps

but one girl, shy as she was,
charmed me to my bones
she was already taller than me
her skin fairer than the noon sun

it must've been a scene from a movie
for the wind blew her hair about
like a goddess arriving on earth
her smile made me dizzy

God blessed me with a reciprocated love
like a sun-kissed, graceful dove
I jumped like a fool when she accepted me
the date never eludes my mind, it was November three

Alas, I was just a foolish kid then
(not that I'm any better now)
we were happy, if only for a short while
as happy as puppy love could be

her lips did touch my cheek
followed by a quick escape on her part
youthful love, my first love
Gods, we were happy then
she and I,
and maybe everyone...

don't blame me;
a man can only look back
when his future is uncertain
so, allow me this one time

to reminisce
to seek hope
to remember

what I used to be
and what I can be...
felt a little blue today. thought I'd write one of my feelings down.
Ylzm Sep 2024
the world rejects sorrows
for happiness can be sold

whereas sorrows lead to life
happiness naturally believed

even within mortals' reach
hurrying to seize is thus life

with wits, strength, and help—
willing or not—for time is short

if death undefiable, it'll be mocked
for you shall go smiling to the grave
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