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sorelullaby Sep 2020
She sometimes plunged herself into a misty black,dark enough to ignore every breathing moments and hurdled herself into a decent white, pure enough to delight others being. But in mean time, she just a mysterious shade of grey- overwhelmed by unknown scratch of mystical feelings.
please, do not re-upload and hello from me, a new born kid inside this mystical world of words. kindly share me your point of view, with love, self.
Bhill Sep 2020
call from Mother Earth the other day...
hello,
“yea, this is Mother Earth”
wow, what can I do for you?
“well, I’ve been noticing that some of your poems are about me”
that’s true, are you happy about that?
“so far, however, could you ask the people to not use so much water?
there is going to be a little bit less in your area this year”
what’s the problem, I ask?
“well, she said, I decided to not send in the monsoons this year and appears to have been a mistake”
so that was you?
“yes it was, and I’m a bit sorry.  it’s going to cause a bit of a light winter as well I think”
is there anything we can do?
“just use a bit less water for a while”
and she was gone...or I woke up, not entirely sure

Brian Hill - 2020 # 243
Surkhab Sep 2020
She was not a twig
you could crush under your feet.
She was the Giant Sequoia
with roots of values deep inside the earth.
It was not that easy to move her!


P.S: Do google Giant Sequoia!
Desired Dreamer Sep 2020
SWS
You were there, in my forever.

Desired Dreamer(Bhupen)
Mifta Sep 2020
She is full of words riddled with scars...
She is full of scars riddled with pain...
But yeah she is still standing...
She is still smiling...
And she is still beautiful just the way she is...
Mrs Anybody Aug 2020
she is
restless

always
searching for
something
also check out my other poems!  :)
Ileana Amara Aug 2020
she wrote a myriad of poetry
like blood from the wounds
pouring down onto a deep, mystical art

she wrote a myriad of poetry
like she kept her soul in tune
with a thousand words and unfathomed thoughts

she wrote a myriad of poetry
like they were all for the moon;
a midnight composition that often ends in three dots

she wrote a myriad of poetry
like a seamstress who tries to have her heart sewn
from all the inevitable loss and endings that tore her apart.


nonetheless, with tired eyes and hands,
the poet writes, hoping someone would understand.

IA
Mrs Anybody Aug 2020
she is
in love
with

places
she has
never seen

and
people
she has
never met
also check out my other poems! :)
梅香 ᵐ Aug 2020
she
she walks in
with vigor from within.
she upholds her dignity
and she does not settle for mediocrity.

because she is a woman,
with wit as wide as the ocean;
she does more than just exist,
idiocy is what she will resist.
Diksha Dhiman Aug 2020
Her eyes...ocean of stars
Want to see love till the last sunset.
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