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Poetry is still
written between the lines,
like a language without a map.
We are the only ones
who have not read it.

That poem is that smile
that flows through the
eastern mountains hidden
in the snow with the pouring rain,
without touching the rocks.

That smile is
never indecipherable,
but it carries the
rhythm of time,
the music of society,
the scent of forgotten paths
and the sweet language
of women.

The riots are still not less
Even though the
old letters
have faded
Only some songs
we don't know
we don't know
A forest that grows on pain,
A scar on every leaf.
Yet,
A day that does not wait for death,
Silence says that tomorrow will come.
heidi 2d
I take the sidewalk
and my feet are uneven.
I'll take the dirt path.
i don't get why we even have sidewalks, it is better for your feet to be upon the Earth, it supports the shape of your foot.
देव भेटला तर विचारेन त्याला –
तू ही सृष्टी बनवलीच कशाला?
का बनवलास तू हा सूर्य,
आणि का बनवलीस ही ग्रहमाला?

का पाणी तू निळंच बनवलंस,
का चंद्राला ठेवलास पांढरा?
आणि का आहेत हिरवी झाडं,
अन् का केशरी भंडारा?

का पृथ्वी सर्वात वेगळी?
का फक्त मानवच हुशार?
का मानव एवढा क्रूर,
आणि का प्राणी लाचार?

का मनुष्याने केली प्रगती?
का बदलली ही दुनिया सारी?
स्वतःला संपवण्याची करत आहे का
स्वतःच मनुष्य तयारी...?
ही कविता १० एप्रिल २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Let them drink this blood
from the river of your body.

This river is endless,
it's only you who is scared of drowning.

Let them **** the thirst,
don't you know how it feels to be thirsty?

Let them take what it's theirs,
don't be too ****** selfish.
I'm just a bit peckish
and ready for a skirmish,
said the early bird
who was feeling wormish!
Oftentimes, when the humidity
Suffocates, a thick, wet shroud,
And the heat presses, an invisible oven,
I yearn to melt into the grotto's cool,
Or sink my feet knee-deep within the creek,
Where I might skip slick shale,
Track darting crawfish,
And unearth forgotten whispers of the water,
As my body drinks the cool, hydrating peace..
I'm craving going to the creek near my house, think I'm gonna do that this weekend. The pupper would love it too!
Tell me your deepest secret
And please, don't think to lie
For secrets are of monsters
And they never die inside

While you're at it, tell me a promise
Because they will come and go
But while you lay at that final death bed
You won't be struck with woe

And open up about your problems
So that I can know your roots
Each memory in-between
Is what can make your tree grow fruits

I'd like to know your favorite song
Because then the birds can sing
And when we're walking down the road
We can dance and we can swing

With each passing second
I'd like to listen to your laugh
Because I can feel your presence in the breeze
And I already want you back

When I watch the flowers bloom
I'm reminded of your life
And how you always said you were of nature
And that you'd come here with your wife

So when the sun comes down
As it does each passing day
You'll tell me it's okay to cry
Because you're with me every step of the way
How could one ever speak of the sun dipping? How could something so grand slip into

something so small, so much less than it,

sharing its warmth with a world it can’t touch?



A starstruck deer wonders:

As the sun wills the pull of the stars, casting light on the secrets that the galaxy holds,

secrets for mankind to claim as their own.

What does the deer have?

It has only the hours given in a day.

to stare, to be caught in the headlights of something much larger.



The sun does not care for the deer.

It doesn’t know of its stillness.

For hours, days,

for centuries, every deer who came before it.

Time is all the deer has.

watching, waiting for the sun to pull the sky down with it.

not questioning where it will go once it slips from view.

Creation is beyond a deer.

It obeys what the sun wills with its eyes.
Second post! This one isn’t so vague in meaning, similar to the other one. I’m very open to criticisms and would love your thoughts on this!
This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind

Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays

As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.
This piece emerged on an evening ride through Portugal where I was on holiday this May.
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