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D Sep 2017
over all the voices
screaming
at me to get it together
there's yours
telling me to stop
and gently
coxing me into serenity
to take my time
and not feel rushed
but yours
is only one voice
over all the others
and they're screaming
Sammie Aug 2017
Alive or dead, no matter how
We meet people with whom we share vows
Now, some might never be anywhere near
But they are still very very dear
I too met a wonderful true friend
But I still wonder why did the story had to end?
You taught me life was about growing with all
I never knew it was your last call
Seventh heaven was your muse
But why were you in such a hurry to choose?
Why, oh why you did you go at this pace
With us, you could have completed this race
Now that you are gone
Leaving our hearts so torn
Creating void in our heart
Of which you were such a big part
Each day we miss those assuring glittering eyes
Crying our hearts out till our tears finally dries
Stay happy and blessed wherever you be
This is, to the Lord, my final plea
Maria Etre Jun 2017
The birds chirped
differently today
the wind smelled like change

The roads seemed smoother
the sun a bit warmer
and my hair
curlier

The music beat in synch
with my feet
as they stomped their
way on the pavement
vibrating life into
the concrete that has
memorized my feet

Could it be that I have
found the pace
that's written for me?

Or could my words
have stitched themselves
into my reality
fabricating bits and pieces
of my fantasy
to suit me?
Druzzayne Rika May 2017
Sudden stop
on the pace that it flew
****** me awake
it doesn't seem good
hard to take
what to make
not easy it seems
All the sufferings and  pain
Would one day come to an end

Life will not always be the same
Only  peace would prevail

No thoughts , no sounds in the Mind
Deep silence ..

Waiting for the day to Arise ......

Getting back to the ages where there was No Rush
And
All were at same Pace
No firsts and lasts

Contentment was  The Norm
And rush would be looked Down Upon

Can we ever get back to the time ????

Or was there ever such a Time and Era
where no one competed for The Race
But
All were at same Pace
And
Helping Each Other !!

Deep silence ....
Waiting for the day to Arise.....
Walk with me if you dare,
keep up with me if you can.
Snigdha Banerjee Jan 2017
Could you make pace with a poet's heartbeat?
Could you make pace with the unimaginable thoughts that she comes across even while she is asleep
Could you make pace with something that's not even constant
Could you make pace with the way she walks for miles just to collect a few stories of smiles?
Could you find her a reason for the way she talks or acts while she mad at her own self ?
Cause at that point even she can't make pace with her own self
A poet who can write about anything and everything that she comes across gets blank gets out of her wits to find words to describe what she wants to explain but oh! alas!
How can she explain something by whose presence she is blotted out by whose being she exists
A poets feelings while she writes
Jenn Coke Jan 2017
On New Year’s Eve, 2015,
I cheerily wrote you,
From the other side of the world:

“’Tomorrow is –
The first blank page
Of a 365-page book.’
Let’s make it meaningful!”

On New Year’s Eve, 2016,
I wholeheartedly write you,
From the same state:

“Thank you for joining –
The same cast,
In the same reality,
On the same paper;

Thank you for living –
The same words,
On the same page,
In the same chapter;

Thank you for wanting –
The same things,
With the same pace,
In the same manner;

Thank you for sharing –
The same story,
With the same close,
In the same series.”
For he who is never too far ahead of or too far behind me, and never too forward or too backward with me.
Alyssa De Marzo Oct 2016
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The pace quickens
And
I get left behind
JR Rhine Jul 2016
I want the poetry to mean something tonight,
              as I pace in my bedroom for hours
                                      under jaundiced fluorescent light.

                     I want to write something profound and true,
something of solvence to rid the demons to which I'm glued.
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