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Megan 3d
In the shadows of a dead city,
where feet tap cracked pavement
and broken fluorescents blink,
there hovers a sphere of soft glow.

You might call it the sky’s cheese,
but I call it a nightlight—
hovering low like a searchlight
for the ******.

Never spoken of
unless it’s full,
a beacon for a wolf’s howl,
an ear for your secrets
when no one else listens.
Tat May 29
Spacious silence, I inhale her sweetish scent.
She’s so close, here, internal.
The dawn reveals the horizon,
I can't help but breathe her.
Vermilion clouds disperse where
I will meet her again.

Stars twinkle elsewhere,
the darkness recedes and somewhere behind
I hear the last whispers of the night.
These whispers merge with the rhythm of my heart.
I was with her,
I surrendered to her gloom,
it covered my skin, I inhaled it.
Every beat of my heart resonated with her breath.
The stars faded in my eyes
and I slowly sank in her rhythms.

So high.
Pain no longer mattered.
I devote.

The sun will rise quickly,
blue and white fragments of clouds will fly away
to rain down and vanish into infinity.

Silence seeps in the sounds of a new day.
She is still on my mind.
Our moment is eternal.

She is glaring and majestic.
She lures birds,
makes them return again and again,
lie down on her flows and
slowly die forgetting about food.
Her depth is infinite.
Love.

The wind passes her power.
Storms, waves and the earth -
everything is for her.
She gives and takes back.
And only at the edge
I will look in her eyes.

She will appear with a cry of a rain,
shed unrestrained tears,
the wind will be lost in the agony of fire.
Her mad rage is frightening.
But few know her as I do.
Few believe that she is the love,
to which everyone is doomed.

She is riotous,
frenzied and mysterious.
Her gaze freezes the blood.

When the next night comes,
the moon will cover shadow with cold rays,
I will give all my feelings to its obscurity.

I bow down to her.
She totally fascinated me.

A gentle touch,
A faint smile,
she will smudge
the night sky.
She will weave a wreath
of clouds and stars.

She finally crowns me with that beautiful wreath.
Death.
Ukrainian: … тиша, вдихаю і наповнююсь нею.
світанок оголює горизонт,
а я не можу надихатись.
кармінні хмари розсіюються там,
де я вкотре зустріну день.

Зорі мерехтять,
темінь відступає і десь позаду
я чую прощальний шепіт ночі.
Ледь чутно він зливається з ритмом
мого серця.
Ми були вдвох:
кожен стук мого серця
зливався з її подихом.
Зорі танули в моїх очах,
я повільно тонула в її
ритмах.
Біль більше не мав значення.
Люблю.

Сонце підійметься швидко
і білим кругом
повисне над горизонтом.
Синьо-білі обривки хмар
розлетяться,
щоб колись впасти дощем.
Тиша
просочується музикою нового дня.
А я все не можу її забути.
Наша з нею мить
вічна.

Вона світла й велична.
неволить птахів,
змушує повертатись знову і знову,
лягати на її потоки і
повільно вмирати, забуваючи про їжу.
Вона безмежна.
Любов.

Вітер рознесе її силу,
грози, хвилі і земля - все для неї.
Вона дарує і забирає.
І лише на краю
я зможу поглянути в її очі.

Вона зʼявиться криком грози,
пролиє нестримні сльози,
вітер загубиться  в агонії вогню.
її шалена лють страшна.
Та мало хто знає її як я.
Мало хто вірить, що вона - любов,
на яку приречений кожен,
Вона нестримна,
несамовита й загадкова,
своїм поглядом заморожує кров.

Коли прийде наступна ніч,
місяць холодом обдасть
тіні,
я віддам всі відчуття цій темряві.

Опущу погляд
в надії знову зустріти пітьму - таку ж,
яка колись мене заворожила.
Досить…
Прощай.
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 27
O’ if the rose were given leave to sigh,
Or if the ocean wept for beauty’s sake,
Such tears would flood the ramparts of the sky,
And bid the sleeping stars in awe awake.
Yet thou, unknowing, passest through the dawn,
A muse unbound, in mortal semblance drawn.

So let the heavens bend to kiss thy tread,
And night adorn thee with her silver thread;
For in thy gaze, this fleeting world doth see
A glimpse of what the soul was born to be.
And I, a poet lost in mortal guise,
Have glimpsed the infinite through earthly eyes.

Though time may fade the bloom from beauty’s cheek,
Its echo in thy light shall ever speak.
Through Earthly Eyes 27/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Saumya May 26
Alone, Alive,
In the midst of skies,
Sat my soul fed up of lies!
Searching for truth, in starry eyes,
A reflection of hope, to dispel the disguise.


Amidst the shimmering starlight,
I saw a bleak dark sky,
As if it wished,
To hold me tight.

The roars were high,
The stars? they glimmered  bright,
But ah! That sky,
Why did it caught my sight?
For in its depths, a secret slept,
A mystery that my soul had kept.

With utmost sigh,
My heart, pounding high,
I dared to ask the bleaker sky,
"You're dark, you quiet,
You ain't alike the rest of the sky,
But I wonder, why
I'm lost into your sight!"
The sky replied, in a whisper low,
'Your soul is drawn to the secrets I know'

"A forlorn soul has no secrets you know?
What secrets to keep?
When you know them all,
But they all, know you
But do they really know you?"
The sky smiled faintly, with a hint of pain,
'Your secrets are safe, but the truth remains'


Some truths these days,
Are a sorry sight,
Be truthful,
And you'll have no friends,
Be untruthful,
And you'll have swarm of fans!
'Honesty's a luxury few can afford,
In a world where lies are the popular chord'

The drummer no more
Drums tunes of truth,
Since, the crowd gets good,
With the  sheer untruth.

Why Blame the Crowd,
Why Blame the art,
When the devil and demons,
Both reside in our hearts?
For in the depths of our souls,
a battle rages on,
Between the light of truth and the darkness that's grown.

To sail through the darkness,
Takes a lot of tides,
Hence people are good,
At its piercing strides!
"And though the darkness may seem to prevail,
The light of resilience will never fail"

Why can't we light,
Our lamps of hope?
Our lamps of courage?
A faith to cope?

The fear is in us,
The fuel is in us,
When we are our dawn,
We are our dusk?
When we are the universe,
The universe is us?
Why can't we be,
What we are truly should be?
But settle for less,
And don't set us free?

"For in the depths of our souls,
a spark remains,
A flame that flickers
with the light of our true selves' reign"

To blow a candle,
Needs little hope,
To burn it all,
Needs a brain shallow.
"For in the blink of an eye,
a spark can fade,
And in a careless move,
a world can be made!"

It was you to decide then,
It'll be you who decides now,
They knew it then,
The'll know it now,
Then why not do,
That's best to do?
"For time may change the circumstances,
but not the soul,
The choices we make,
will forever be our goal"

'Arise, awake,
You forlorn soul!
This world's a dais ,
And you're a hero,
Who came here with nothing,
Who's gonna go back without anything,
Then why not do that's best and supreme?

The greatest prize,
Is the breeze you breath,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
Your healthy body,
Your happy people,
Who make it worthy.
Your happy soul,
That makes you free

And one fine day,
When you're done with your plot,
You'll get that heavenly call,
Anywhere, anytime
Aptly on spot,
And you, human soul
Will yet again,
Be 'Nothing'!

Hence do yourself a favour each day,
If you should and must,
Till the day you stay,
Tell yourself it's not bout fright,
But how you end up things in delight
Ever truth,
Has a darker side,
Every lie,
Not gleams that bright,
Give yourself the best you can give,
'Before you die,
…live!'
Before you die,
…Live!
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Cadmus May 24
🦅

Fly,
fierce child,
into the ruthless blue;

Let winds unmake you,
they will make you true.

The sky is cruel
but it remembers one:

The heart that dares to burn
brighter than the sun.

☀️
This poem is a brief invocation of courage, a metaphorical push from the ledge, urging the bold spirit to embrace risk, transformation, and pain as rites of passage. The “ruthless blue” is not only the sky but the vast unknown, the unforgiving realm of truth and transcendence. Only by allowing oneself to be “unmade” by elemental forces can the self be reforged into something authentic and luminous.
Laokos May 24
a severed branch in smooth moonlight
adorned above an open gate—
does it lead out or in?
does kindness wait beyond the blind corner,
or something severe
lurking in silence
to devour your life?
something wild with eyes for the dark calls through the night.
an inkling that this night may be your last,
and you’ve already forgotten
the gentle light of the rising sun.
death teases the truth behind the illusion
but never gives up the ghost.
maybe not tonight, but someday—
it will come,
as unavoidable
as the waterfall is to the river.
but you are not the river.
you are the sky, my friend—
vast and open.
do not mistake yourself for your life,
which is but a reflection
on the river, briefly.
let it fall away, as all things must,
over the edge,
into the unknown,
into the mist.
I S A A C May 22
seen you yesterday, my prays have been answered
i was so enamoured by your swagger and my heart fractures
i was so armoured by my triggers and my heart putters
it could be so sweet if only
it would be so perfect
i wish on comets in the sky
i follow the pulsing intuition inside
it could be so sweet if only
i would be so worth it
i wish on cranes in the sky
i pray to release my vermin
Solaces May 21
Into the expanse of thoughts of you.
Endless moments of smiles and virtues.
Constellations inside of your eyes.
Moments of forever written in the sky.
Riri May 19
Beneath the boughs where twilight spills its gold,
The whispering winds through blooming meadows glide.
A river sings where silent secrets fold,
And daisies nod with grace the hills can't hide.

The sky, a canvas brushed in fading flame,
Reflects in pools where dragonflies alight.
The lark ascends and calls the sun by name,
While shadows dance beneath the birch’s light.

In Nature’s hush, the soul is softly stirred—
A truth more pure than ever man has heard.
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