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JS CARIE Nov 2018
At spawn of first light
Darkness embarks into the recesses of hibernation
And so begins the blinding incline,
the inevitable blonde coiled wreaths frustration is on the rise
forces a discharge so multiple and emanate,
the skyward black shrinks back
from panoptic reaches,
into a delinquent weakened rumor

When this daily task of ridding the black ends a victor
The climb continues upward in a high sky setting
Consequential over the mornings painstaking labors
Wiping from his brow,
in a waving motion
To release mists over global hydration

By welcoming this morning dew,
the earth is one more day new
and can take great relief in this rebirth
Assuring all parched famine will gain resolve
taking in their absolve
What Came to me after several bouts with patience
Was wave of relief, not by myself alone, it takes more than the love of ourselves, I had to feel a distant presence to be reawakened
Marie-Lyne Dec 2017
In the age of digital media
All we want is a relationship full of photos
Uploaded on instagram
We want a simple love
A non complicated one
But that never happens
Because love is a complex necessity
But hey for once we can try to keep the freedom to ourselves
To love someone
And to like someone else for a while
To see what we're missing
But at the same time what we still have
Where our strength hangs is in ourselves
Not in others
We're complete with each other
And by ourselves
Emily Mitchell Mar 2018
Burgeoning branch tips
Ready and waiting to spring
Silent green fireworks.
I always love this time of year. ..when the leaves are just starting to come out.
Debanjana Saha Sep 2017
The essence of festivities all around
And the ray of hope
lit in our eyes
Few more days
And it begins.

Festival will come, once again
New attires, new hopes
shining in bright light.
Mother Goddess arrives,
to heal our mind.

9th and 10th day left
With good wishes all around
When Goddess Durga arrives
Returns back our smiles
And heart fills up with happiness.

With the arrival of Goddess Durga
Take back the past
Take back our past love
Take back everything
Which no longer belongs to us
And make us anew.

Written originally in Bengali-

Pujo pujo gondho
Amader sobar chokhe aalo
Kichu din aaro
Tarpor pujo aarombho.

Pujo aashbe, abar aasbey
Notun kapor, notun aaloker dhaara
Maa elo abar,
Mon k saariye deoyar jonno.

Nobomi r dashmi baki
Preeti o Shubhechha
Maa-r aagomone
Firbe abar haashi
Mon bhore Khushi

Elo Maa Durga
Aager din er kotha
Aager prem
Sob firiye nao
Amader notun kore dao.
The Durga puja essence and a feeling of newness with the bloom of happiness in mind & heart. I wrote the poem in my mother-tongue Bengali and translated in English as well. There are few things which cannot be expressed until spoken in mother-tongue. It's the language which binds us to the heart. Festival always brings happiness, praying that our souls would find some rest when blessed by Goddess Durga.
I'm Tired Aug 2017
I like words
The way they give you power
To go anywhere
To do anything
To forget
nabi 나비 Jul 2017
i love movies and music
that get me in this exact mood
this mood
that is undescribeable
where it feels like life is a film
filled with the emotions
that come rare in life
and this mood comes often
but no one would understand
because its as though i'm the only one feeling it
it's as though i'm living through nostalgia and newness altogether
as though i'm floating through everything
it may be the most difficult thing to describe
but it is the most desired thing i feel
i love this feeling. of contentment and mellowness.
Kody dibble Dec 2016
Thanks again
Trimming banquets of ice-ish tunnels of growth and decay,
Like swords and staves abound each day,
Like plenty I follow the whim of today,
Please help us all form a new day,

Easy come, easy go,
That's what the white-liner says as it goes,
For me to be free inside of my sea,
I'd often need a place to be
#newness #being #life
Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
In the morning, old becomes new
Birds sing as black slowly turns blue
In the morning, my fears are taken
My faith is stronger, I am not shaken

My fears are taken by morning's rebirth
Fresh as the dew clinging to my feet
In the morning, there is a new me to meet
Whom the blinding night has deemed fit to birth

In the morning, my flaws are still the same
Like the yellow sun, everyday like flame
In the morning, I remember yesterday's mistakes
And I know better what is at stake

In the morning, I let go of the night
I let go of the dark, I embrace the light
In the morning, my eyes are brighter
My dance is better, my laugh is lighter

My smile is warmer, my kiss is softer
My hug is tighter, my speech has no stutter
In the morning, I am all I want to be
Awake, refreshed, hopeful, free
Nicholas Apr 2015
It's not the initial shock and sadness,
it's not the months of forcing yourself
to go through the motions until you feel normal again.

It's not the dividing of the things
or the moving out of your shared space.

It's the inside jokes you'll never get to laugh at again.
The jokes that don't even register in your mind
until someone else says the setup phrase
and you automatically reply,
getting only a confused look from them.
Autumn Whipple Jan 2015
is it ironic
to spew poetry
about poems?
to inscribe words about inscribing words?
well, if it is, then so be it
for poems and the air around
me, every word I write
every scene I breathe
could potentially become a poem
a lyrical transformation
of the everyday into
something never scene, written, never had
being
before
I typed it up
hands freezing on the keyboard.
waiting hopelessly for the next poem to show
on the feed
that means
so much
to me
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