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Celestial Mar 2021
Something learned from gaining
Then stolen by draining
We then are caught
The lesson taught

No sooner is it achieved
Is it lost and unretrieved
Sought after by one after another
A secret kept from our sisters and brothers

I wonder now where mine,
Will go in time
Hidden I keep it as a treasure.
The longer I can, it will pleasure.

For it is necessary to see
My plans untarnished by the greedy
My goal worth moving toward
Is continuing forward.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2021
The soul will wake you

the mind implore you,

the heart will guide you,

as Sunset reminds you

that the road will take you

but only home will embrace you...

 

Essence will stir you

thoughts will dare you

nature will prompt you

to the journey that inspires you

but only love will ****** you...

 

 Birth will awaken you

Family will shelter you

as friends motivate you

growth will tempt you

to ventures that will have you

yet ultimately death will take you...
Evie G Mar 2021
Life is a system
and i am its product
producing mosaics
and i am its robot
life gives me a function
and have a-  
hand?

Here is my product
another mosaic
for i am a robot
and that is my function
but i have a hand?
That is not in the system...

Am i a mosaic?
A rainbow of robot
and then is my function
to lend you a hand?
Programmed in my system
to give you my products?

Am i a robot
devoid of a function?
An empty hand.
A useless, silent system.
No products.
No Mosaic

What is a function?
A powerful productive hand!
A hyper-intellectual system!
A booming blossom of products!
a busy
mosaic
a
straining
robot

I take from your hand
and inform my system
I create my own products
Perhaps, I am the mosaic
Perchance, I am the robot
and I function.

Bumps from the system created my hand
creating my products, I dictate my function.
For I am the robot that made the mosaic
and I think that's alright.
Hey there! this is my first attempt at a Sestina so feedback would be most appreciated ! its a really cool form and i recommend you all try it. I went into this will an expectation of what it would be and by the time i finished it it was something else, wild how this stuff works.
Delyla Nunez Feb 2021
Our emotions run a list in our mind,
And now we are blind.
Lost in a euphoria that isn’t what it is.
Creating a picture to hold us back.

No more i say.
It is time to fight those demons,
Take back our hopes and dreams.

We aren’t what our thoughts are,
We can be more than where we are now.
we are better than this.
Take control.
Jupiter Magna Feb 2021
I don’t care if there’s not a reason why.  
I’m going to fight until I find one,
or just make up my own.  
I’ll be my own God.  
I’ll write my own myth,
create my own universe,
proclaim my own reason for being.
Faiza shekh Feb 2021
If your aims are high
Cut all those strings
Which stops you to fly up in the sky
Let them not cut your wings
Show them that you're a free bird
You cannot be caged
Spread your wings and sing the sweet song
Being a hope for others,
The new birdies will follow you along.
twinklinginblue Feb 2021
And when I look around
it seems to be a never ending winter
Without the snow or the warmth of home

But as soon as the sun shines through
you will catch a spark
And begin to bloom
A reminder to myself and all readers that bad times will pass someday. Got hit by the corona blues but now with sun and stars shining in a clear sky, life doesn't seem so bad anymore :)
Johnson Oyeniran Feb 2021
-The only solution to suffering

If you desire to have peace of mind until the day you perish,

You must attach yourself to nothing including things you cherish.
Nilesh Kumar Feb 2021
दिन ढल रहा है
रात आ रही है
मगर कुछ मुझसे,
ये शाम कह रही है
क्यूं होते हो निराश
अब उठ जाओ
मत होने दो अंधेरा
दीपक जलाओ
कल फिर आएगा सूरज
एक नई चमक लेकर
बस इस आस में
एक नया "जहां सजाओ"!!
Claudia Santos Feb 2021
I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely compose from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.
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