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Life's so big and beautiful

and bold

For you to get stuck
in this cave that holds

You

Caged in
Burdened
unable to move

Because the curtains were closed
and the windows barricaded
from light

But here's your
Omen
A message from
Your past lives

To open the door
The key's just there
Lying on the floor

Mat

Just like you did
When you were a child
Waiting to open
Christmas presents

Seeking the thrill,
the excitement of the new

Because yes, my dear,
Tomorrow's been waiting
for YOU.
May she mark her moments of miracles. For it won't be but momentarily she'll soon forget such wonderous moments and she'll be buried in her daily duties, dilly dallying dutifully till the deathbed does she dwell on such matters again to sit in such shame sorrowfully understanding the passing of her muliebrity.
selina Mar 22
seasons are changing
and miracles are coming
do you understand the signs?

(or do you misinterpret them
the same way that i do
every godforsaken time?)
Snipes Oct 2021
There’s no smoking mirrors
I know God speaks through miracles
I know God laughs through tragedies
We watch the low light time travel
While we question what’s really real
We plead to the Lord to finally reveal

I’m smoking my heart out
I’m drowning my liver down
I like too fill these mirrors with lies
It helps me live by
There’s no secrets to it
Only spirants
But my spirt spits
On spite type ****
If pettiness penetrates
Pennies pay no traits
Thats safe for the face
For a mischievous
Knock knock
I ain’t joking
Knock knock
A spare through the flock
I just might hit a strike
There’s no where to go for us so
I’ll lay a dirt blanket in warmth
For the cold hell that’s there
Death in patients
Death ain’t waiting
Death is great
Give me the green light
I’ll introduce you right
Knock knock
Paul Butters Jul 2021
The miracle –
To see, to feel, to touch, to hear, to smell
To be
To know I’m me.

A miracle repeated centillions of times over:
From the tiniest bug to the tallest tree.
So many sentient beings
Brimming with thoughts and feelings
Powerful emotion
And boundless imagination.

Evolution is but a continuation
From some timeless beginning
That could have created time itself.

Particles still wink in and out of existence –
Endless miracles beyond our vision.
All animals are just like us,
Seeing, feeling, thinking, wondering.

We take all this for granted
Rushing about
With our petty concerns –
Seldom taking the time
To stop
And look
At the sheer wonder
That is
Now.

Paul Butters

© PB 11\7\2021.
In the beginning.....
How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?
Trapped in the wit and bound by each vein.
My vision is blurred but my mind is clear;
I’ll take a paper but there’s something I fear.
Combination of thoughts made up inside my head;
The part of life simultaneously alive and dead.
The stars and the moon just one glance away;
Nobody knows how much these eyes weigh!
The eyelids are lift up to feel alive;
Emotions hit and put out the main five.
The dark isn’t enough to devastate;
Oh it's already midnight and the following date!
I can hear my name called out by the adjacent river;
Winds and waves leaving me to shiver.
This world is numb and cold;
My soul is drifting apart and it needs to be hold.
Look I am still breathing;
But my hands are freezing.
Yet I complete the poem and put a full stop of done;
Miracles do happen, I’ve recently experienced one.
Now I keep my pen & paper aside;
This happens all the time and I’m always abide.
Twenty-four hours of exertion and sound;
It requires some peace to be found.
This is an unending chain;
How’s this happening of me holding a pen again?
-Aishwarya Kulkarni
Anais Vionet Jan 2021
This is the viral solstice and I am liberty’s gambler.
What would I give to taste the fresh air of freedom?

Anything.

Thaw-out that space-cold hope and puncture me – please.
God blesses the poets to write of such miracles.
is it gambling if you know you're going to win?
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Write a poem to get off my chest
All my thoughts into a pile
And boring soap opera lines
Lighter for a little while

I see familiar metaphors
See the recycled rhymes
See the same old stories
Shared countless times

I see piece of a greater puzzle
Existence of chapters not written yet
Entire ocean of future to chart
Only gotten the tip of my pen wet

I see the history shaping my universe
Joy and sorrow imprinted
See the creation made from my transformation
Artwork I sloppily printed

I see natural progression
See soul spread out on display
See what's hidden in the spaces between words
I'm too scared to say

I see truths of the galaxy I've learned
Leave traces of my essence in each mark of ink
See miracles
Mights
Madness
Writing combines my spirit with things I think
I am pretty honest with my poetry but sometimes it's hard to get out exactly what is going on in my life without sounding stupid so I leave some parts out
COUNT
Count your age by friends not by years,

Count me together with them.

Count your happy memories  and leave behind the sad,

Count together those who loathe you but their hate results into goodness.

Count those who pretty calm you down when mad.

Count them that thinks you are mad at them but you're actually not.

Now count and know you not just your age but more.

Count families;

Friends all are part of your age.

Wishing you the best life can offer...
  HAPPY NEW AGE
       Inspiredpoet ✍️
           ©Inspired
Adeyi gracious mayomikun.
To every being born to this earth; ohh the miracles
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