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ZÉZÉ Sep 12
Anger against rage

Rage against doubts

Doubts against ignorance

Ignorance is combined with impotence

Impotence

That of the soul

That of the heart

That of the body

And especially that of speech

The words are spinning in my head

Those of misunderstanding

Word and words have so much power

They hurt

They touch

They tear the body, soul and heart

They are weapons

Poisons

They influence emotions

Death and death to these words

But also dead in silence

Because I have no more words

Nothing more to say

Nothing more to think about

My words are dead and the silence of the world is my redemption

Silence reaches me and strikes me with its ignorance

Ignorance kills

Tell me then

Talk to me then

No need to repress

Find your Words

Find yourself
This poem is a relevant expression of describing the frustration , the anger and the culpability fallen when you have no more things to say , when you feel silenced . It is also a way to claim for help and understand that you’re not true with yourself sometimes , and also understand that u dont kn ow yourself enough . So you’ll have to fight . I hope you guys will enjoy it . Let me know what you think .
Prabhu Iyer Feb 25
Is it the heat that is spreading
hidden among us
                            vortices
birthing in our bodies?
The climate: it never changes,
it is not man, but Sol:
the winds that power our earth;

We must deny everything we do;
The heat out there -
                              vortices in here -
Man did not cause it
Sol cannot cause it -
who never existed,
but for the true God

Not true; Not true;
But the cancers,
they grow;
But our cells, they
cannot hold a lie well;
brandychanning Nov 2023
the sol and solitude
scalpel~dissect layers of tissue,
marrows of nuclei separate,
the warming is discomforting

dismayed and dissuaded,
cannot be in two places,
either/or/or simultaneous,
my centerpiece is a-kilter

wavering and waving,
my balance is mis-weighted,
teetering and tottering, in a land
lightly and thickly discriminating

between bodies and disembodiment
I am neither
I am both,
therefore,
I am invisible
to eyes that are shut by
obstructions of
willful
blindness
Victor Marques May 2023
Estrela central do sistema solar,
Planetas, cometas,poeiras no ar.
Todos em teu redor sem demora,,
Humanos acertando a hora.
Milhões de quilómetros nos distancia,
Bendita luz que alumia.

A noite vem com o brilho do luar,
De manhã te espero para acordar.
Lindas cores no horizonte alaranjado,
Amarelo também, por vezes avermelhado.

Divino poder de teu calor criar, tua energia.
És Estrela de noite e de dia,
És bendito para toda humanidade que por ti anseia,
Na noite adormeces com o canto da sereia.

A água na terra é fonte de vida,
Pelo  calor do Sol seja protegida.
O Sol será cada vez mais brilhante  ,
No futuro,  no presente.
Nunca desprendido de teu ciclo solar,
tua essência,
Fazes chover ou nevar com abundância.
O destino da Terra é precário e indefinido,
Tu Sol és um gigante adormecido.



Victor Marques
Sol. Terra, Estrela
The Untold Feb 2021
Sol
We loved so hard
dreamed too much
I felt our souls connect-
in the deepest parts of the ocean
we were drowning,
Faces white,
we struggled to breathe...
Held on tight until our hands turned red
We knew we'd fail,
as we did in our past lives,
as we will in our next.
And the fishes stared,
waiting to eat our carcasses,
We'd done this before,
We knew how it ends but we did it anyway,
I was luna, maybe you were my astral twin.
I'm going crazy because I'll write so much with very deep and hidden meaning 😭
Jason R Michie Feb 2021
I'm an ant
Having an epiphany
In the beam of a flashlight
🔎
© 02/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
kate Nov 2020
in the middle of the dark dreary night, i sigh and remembered our fondness flight. you were my sun who brought light into my cold and lifeless night. and i was your moon seeing that no matter what i do my life will always revolve around you.

you were my light who tauten up the day and make the bad go away. you showed me your gleam in my gloomy hour and soothed my soul. you shone too bright consequently my skin reddened and blistered. the pain came out on what was just proposed to be good. in spite of that, the wounds eventually healed and you continued to light my way in this world.

as the time passed by you continued painting the starry night sky into a bright blue sky. you died every night just to let me breathe and live the night. i know it makes no sense but the two of us were lost in the past. reminiscing our wounds,  the agony grew bigger and deeper. as we revolved around our range, we were alone in our voyage.

you were my sun that showered the hills with orange, yellow light and waking everything up and i was your moon who couldn't never reached your light for it was fiery illuminated. your light had gotten dimmer in my eyes up until the raging fire that i had once felt for you— shrunk and diminished.

in the middle of the dark dreary night, i looked back on our enchantment. it was a fate when we met but our time were hard to catch and our days never match. as i was the moon dancing with the stars glowingly and luminously, our lips met softly. just like an eclipse, our love created darkness. while hours felt like minutes, it was enough. whilst it was just a short period of time, it was all worthwhile. you were my sun and i was your moon and we were never supposed to collide, but now we coexist as one. and when the time was gone, we drifted apart. tell me, how am i ever supposed to forget the one that illuminates me?
sun and moon.
kate Nov 2020
in the blue mystic moon, i ached by the hauntings of you. gazing at the night sky, i embraced the silence of the night and curl into its weary gloom. the shadow of yesterday veils my weary eyes. something drowsy begins to seep from the corners of my muddled mind. i still hear your voice at night, sometimes i wish you did not quit. even the moon misses your sight, i wish i knew why we never said our farewell.

bringing that memories again, i lie here with my eyes closed softly as i think deeply of you while inhaling the scent of the twinkling light. i want to write this feeling as it must be like writing words on the tiny paper so delicate and precious wishing them not to disappear like the bubbles in the air. recalling that lovely moonlit night, we were together on that precious sight. you filled my sky with the stars as you brought out the best in me. you bloomed in me in my darkest night like a moonlight that shines in my soul that no one can see. i am the night sky and you are the light that pack into my soul. it was pretty near perfection as we share the light of the moon. the way the moon dances me from a crescent beam in the sky to a luminescent pearl this is how we share our love.

just like the moon and the sun, we were not meant to collide. our love burned so brightly and passionately that it attracted other celestial objects, resembling the planets to join and admire our ethereal affection. as we revolved in our universe, i chased you like the moon every single day to beg for your sunlight and light up my world. we're just like the moon and the sun, always catching the glimpses of one another, waiting to dash against together. i have been a moon for too long now, dimmed and cold, starving for your warmth. through the endless chilly night, i stayed in our orbit and waited for you. i have faith that the universe destined us to be together. that one day, i will have my full radiance again and you will return. but if the times comes that darkness filled my way, meet me in our rendezvous and see me waiting for you.

can you light up my way home one more time? if not, be my home instead.
sol & luna
min Jul 2020
sol
they call you sunshine —
your smile fascinates the clouds,
your eyes bemuse the skies,
your soul radiates joy.

they call you sol —
some are afraid of your scathing warmth
but you’re still a timeless beauty
every single time you fall.
shine on.
anon Apr 2020
sol
a feeling of mustard
sweeps through me
it's esoteric strokes
cradling my essence,
pooling at my feet,
downing in drowsiness.

   -if sunny was a feeling.
the sun as a painting and a feeling. (trying to get back into writing and being more consistent.
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