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George Krokos Nov 2023
I once had a dream about what I would like to be
but the dream's still being realized in life to see.
To date I now find myself having a poet's brain
and a passenger traveling in an outbound train.
The carriage I occupy is starting to break down
and I wonder how much longer it will be around.
Though it's better to always keep a positive mind
and not let the devil of despair to rob you blind.
The life we're all living now is just another dream
of that Infinite Existence in the flowing stream
of Its own imagination which has no real end
apart from the limiting state we all try to rend.
Only a few ever come to know about this game
that is played out within a holographic like frame
which includes all dualities of form and substance
created to express Its own boundless abundance.
The illusion's needless to say so very well done
that we are all caught up in it and try to have fun;
going from one extreme to another as we live
in mastering the art of how to love and forgive.
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Written in Feb.'22.
Another one of those existential, mystical and philosophical type poems.
Chad Young Jan 2021
OS
The hologram of the mind is so vast that enlightenment would have to be like a complete update of my operating system.
Elise Jackson Jul 2017
Money usually makes people the angriest.
Day 30/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.
maggie W May 2015
I cannot say I miss you. Because I never do.
From time to time,
you show up in the back of my mind.
I love poems
As I love you.
I know what I wrote are not poems at all.
But who to say that you are real?
I love you but I hate you
In a sense that you are
Untouchable.
As I like cinnamon.
How many times I've dreamed about you
In my dreams, there is only one permanent scene
Your holographic voice penetrating my fragile mind
Your wisdom dissolves into this dull water of my psyche
Like glitters fluttering,falling in a Christmas crystal ball.
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Even as she gets busy with stuff
She doesn't ever make me alone
Her cute holographic image stays
Leaving no scope for Loneliness
Killer is the way that she smiles

Trying to touch her cheeks then
I extend my arm as I intend that
But then I only reach the mirrors
Realizing that it is me & me only
I smile to myself I am her lover
My HP Poem #593
©Atul Kaushal

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