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Daisy Ashcroft Jun 2021
midnight and i'm still here
tapping out words in the hope
that i'll write something worthy
of reading.

the instructions aren't clear:
am i supposed to sleep
or work on word therapy
and...feelings?

i don't care now
just turn on tiktok
and i'll slip into my beloved
mind coma
Nylee May 2021
The entire world is suffering
and most of us
are trying our best
to not fall apart
at minutes interval.

Most of us are dealing with our losses
by remembering the times
when we had it all
and yearned for more
Now our balances are minus again.

We are trying our best to
survive in the harshest weather
of the new decade
many trees been uprooted
By the shore.

How do I not fall apart,
I am left with nothing
On the cart,
Keep these fat tears on bay,
till it flows over.

At minutes interval,
Bad news arrival,
I switch the channels,
It is worse than before,
Than ever before
.
Daivik May 2021
थक गया हूँ
कुछ ना कर करके
Unpolished Ink May 2021
A world that is stilled
sparkling water without fizz
trapped in the bottle
A prompt word that I hope will become a thing of the past!
labyrinth May 2021
Sunday has certainly lost its crown
Over the other six during the lockdown
nora Apr 2021
Time slipped away in the spring, in the muddy puddles and the rain, in the sweet-smelling flowers and the rain.
It rubbed circles into the small of my back,
whispered bittersweet apologies and tacked a sticky note to my corkboard.
“Remember to call.”
I forgot.

And I sit under the blooming tree
my bare feet soft against the grass

Time left me in the summer, in the sunny skies and the rain, in the sweltering heat and the rain.
It ran somewhere unknown, far, far, far away,
while I treaded chlorinated water and prayed that the fall would come sooner.
“You can call whenever.”
I didn’t.

And I sit beside the verdant tree
my bare feet ******* the pavement

Time was gone in the fall, in the whispered breeze and the rain, in the crinkling leaves and the rain.
But I had company in a glowing screen,
And as days turned to weeks turned to months I forgot about time altogether.
“Someone is calling.”
I hung up.

And I sit far from the dying tree
my bare feet resting on the couch

Time slept in the winter, in the miserable cold and the rain, in the blustery wind and the rain.
Numbers and names disavowed,
As “today” and “tomorrow” become “now” and “later”
“What is the word called?”
I don’t know.

And I cannot see the empty tree
my bare feet asleep on the carpet

Time has returned in the spring.
It looks me in the eyes,
profuse apologies pouring out from its lips.
“But you didn’t call.”
I blink. Didn’t I?
Dinesh Padisetti Apr 2021
Lonely are the days, When I'm caged at home
Deprived of the sweet scent of summer mountain rain
Lonely are the days, When I'm deprived of dancing to
The strums of spanish guitar with a beautiful partner

Lonely are the days when my legs can't climb a mountain or
My hands can't paddle through the ocean with salt in my hair
Lonely is the life who's little joys had been taken away and
Instead got 24/7 fear **** of a news cycle with talking idiots
Frustrated with lockdown and no travel for the foreseeable future!!!
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2021
It has been a year and more
I have been at home alone.
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