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When I was born,  
I cried,  
As a sign  
Of being welcomed into a world full of sorrow and hardship.

What is death?  
Is death the reason why people are born?  
All thoughts are a result of blurred vision,  
Where society is trapped inside a cage of heavy darkness,  
Wherein dwell beasts — some who eat meat, and others who eat grass.

Those who eat meat rule over those who eat grass,  
But the day will come when the grass-eaters  
Will gain understanding and transform,  
And they too will start eating meat,  
Because of the growth of strong, sharp teeth.

What is death?  
Is death the result of birth,  
Or is birth the cause of death?
That's my first poem
Sarayu Mar 10
She forgives like Bhoomi, vast and kind
She waits like Sitha, pure and strong
She fights like Durga, fearless and bright
She blesses like Lakshmi, love and wealth
She feeds like Annapoorna, removes hunger
She protects like Kali, bold and courage
She heals like Adishakthi,divine and eternal
A woman is power and grace
A goddess in every time and place
Women is strong and divine. Let's accept their power and celebrate the glory
Gideon Mar 8
Regal, he sits on a planet all his own.
Supreme authority is held within his scepter.
Calmly, he guides his people to safety and comfort.
Compassion drives his leadership,
And his kindness helps him take care of those he protects.
He shields his flock under his eagle’s wings.
Rain and wind cannot reach them when they trust in him.
Zywa Oct 2024
People expect peace

from her, which confuses her --


so she has no peace.
Novel "the ground beneath her feet" (1999, Salman Rushdie), chapter 1 The Keeper of Bees

Collection "Low gear"
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2024
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The ballpark is on fire

And there's a man

In a hospital gown

Directing traffic

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Without its planets
The sun is just another
Solitary star
Malia Jul 2023
Who would want to be a leader
In this world full of tricks
Where problems keep arising
Enough to make you sick

Who would want to be a leader
In a globe that slowly melts
Burned up from global warming
And the heat you’ll face if you fail

Who would want the power
That everyone knows corrupts
When everything you do
Will never be enough

Who would want to be the person
Everyone depends on
To make the hardest decisions
You must be stone strong

Who would want to be a leader
When you sacrifice yourself?
The most human part of you
Compassion, put on a shelf
To be forgotten.
ah, politics
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