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Broken Pieces Feb 2023
My body, my voice.
My body, my life.
Yet I drift away farther apart,
My body, but I've lost my voice.
Pusang Tahimik Jan 2023
Isa marahil sa libu-libong isda sa karagatan
Ang maigting na pumipili ng pain sa kawalan
Sa takot na baka ibalik lamang sa karamihan
Sapagkat ang nais ay di na pakawalan

Ang uri ay hindi maihahambing kaninoman
Tila nagiisang premyo sa makahuli na sinoman
At isang beses nya lamang matitikman
Ang tunay na tagumpay ng hamon ng karagatan

Sumisisid nga ng husto pailalim
Hinahanap kung may butas pang susuungin
Takot na takot na baka mapain
Ang isdang nasanay nang nasa ilalim

Kailan kaya susubukang umangat
At matutong sa pain ay kumagat?
Makatagpo nang mangingisdang tapat
At kung mahuli sa kanya ikaw na ay sapat.
Pusang Tahimik Aug 2022
Sa pag lubog ng araw
Liwanag ay napapanaw
Kasabay na dumadalaw
Dilim na umaagaw

Sa anyo ng katahimikan
May kasinungalingan
Sa bawat kabutihan
May kapatid na kadiliman

Sa mukha na may takip
Walang nais sumagip
Takot na sumilip
Ang ngiting may kalakip

At sa bawat natuklasan
Bumibigat ang pasan
Patay na kamusmusan
Wagi ang kasamaan

Tumigil sa piglas
Wala na ang lunas
Hirap nang tumakas
Sa lahat ng pintas
Johnson Oyeniran Sep 2020
-First car.

Shiny fine silver,
A shy new driver,
Who in time,
Every dime,
So he
Could buy,
A sweet New ride,
A fair Price.
Soumia Oct 2019
Big eyes that look at me,
eyes that feel like home.

Green eyes that cries about me,
when I'm not around.

Green eyes that I miss,
when you decided to close your eyes.
Shiv Pratap Pal Sep 2019
This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "गीत का जन्म" published in Hindi Literary Magazine 'Veena' in June 2013

Whe­n the wounds given by you gave much pain
Lightening occurred and cloud thundered
Downpour started, Poetry sprouted
It consoled and fed ambrosia
Relieved wounds, brought relief

Brick should be answered with stone
The poet also knows this
And also believes somehow
But throwing Brick is beyond his nature

In response to the brick and stone
He recites poetry
He sings a new song
On hearing his song

The one who wounded him, barks first
Then loudly bursts
Throws brick and stone again and again
The poet again recites a song

Keeps Smiling and Smiling
Creates a new poem
This proves beyond any doubt
Brick and stones give birth to Poetry.

गीत का जन्म

तुम्हारे ज़ख्मों ने जब दर्द बख्शा
बिजली चमकी और बादल गरजा
कविता फूटी और जल बरसा
उसने मुझे संभाला, अमृत पिलाया
घावों को राहत दी, आराम पहुंचाया

ईंट का जवाब पत्थर से देना चाहिए
कवि भी यह जानता है
पूरी तरह से मानता है
पर ईंट चलाना उसके बस की बात नहीं

ईंट और पत्थर के जवाब में
वह कविता सुनाता है
गीत नया गाता है
जिसे सुन सुनकर

पहले तो मारनेवाला भुनभुनाता है
फिर जोर से फनफनाता है
पुनः ईंट और पत्थर चलाता है
कवि फिर गीत सुनाता है

खड़ा खड़ा मुस्कुराता है
नयी कविता बनाता है
इससे यह सिद्ध होता है
ईंट पत्थर कविता को जन्म देते है|
Peoetry and Song are born this way also. Do you Agree with me???
MissPine Aug 2019
by: MissPine

You touch my hand
It feels like heaven so insane
I hold them tight
Could be forbidden; No, it shan't

How wonderful it will be
Just right now you and me
Let us make this world
A constant place of love being unfold
Crandall Branch Jun 2019
my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump

i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me

i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move

i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******"

but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...
hello this has bean a long time since i wrote on hear i was so busy with my crab s and then my love for them sparked the inspirateen for this peom please like comment and suscribe
Sim Apr 2019
teach me what desire’s about,
make me your celestial creature,
consume me until death do us apart.
Jessica Stull Dec 2018
Someone who you dared to find
Plays upon words like gravity to a feather
Ease up in the moment for she be tethered
Each and every word more devious than the last
Creature feature, double danger, double-dealing
Hideous unlike any other, but rather only    
   in the way this conscience sounds his soul
Will only, one’s own creativity shine  
It’s strength towers over, in length of time
Let’s pretend that you really are fine
Luscious treats then await you, the future shines to sate you
©Jessica Stull
I love messing with  word  play, here I chose the words “speech” and “will”
I love mixing up words to find new words that explore other realms of the underlying feelings or ideas they hold. I think my brain goes into another world when I start to write
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