Social media's intent was to spread authentic information among people but a few motivated by their selfish motives used it to generate those flocks which easily form conjectures just on the basis of baseless accusations disseminated from unknown sources and keep on barking with profanities on others.
Meanwhile I’ve just sat by and wrote poems about her passion pretending it was my own. Little did I know, a seed was planted and she was watering it as it grew into a dream I never knew that I had buried.
I am a wandering soul, I know not where I go. My goal is not In the ending nor is it whence I came. my destiny is in the now as I dance between these plains.
I wander with the wishes and chase the petals and leaves, but no matter how far I meander, my roots will follow me.
Breathe in deep and spread your roots to the edges of the universe, in this way everywhere you go becomes home
No matter how far you go, those roots will guide you home
spread the word
we, who you shall never see
have landed on your grieving
and poorly sculpted land
we, who you shall always seek
have taken our mighty tools with us
a humankind worth
to patch up the bursted leaks
from the excess bloods
that you have spilled for us
to stomp down the shielding walls
that you have built for us
against all those infidels
no more impotent convictions
you may ring the bells
now that we are here
the indomitable truth shall be proclaimed
for every single cell
of you chapped skins
will bow down, knee-deep
among the carcasses of the self-appointed saints
and deeper and deeper
until you hear the wind of desolation
rampaging over our seas
and your ridding threnodies
in the hallways of the earth
the virus is showing
which is why people
must stay well away
from a crowded
the virus's spread
is akin to a wild
and it burns into a human's body
with a uncontrolled
the virus isn't to be
nor treated as a non
the virus is still out
there waiting to
onto our healthy
Be aware at all times that the Coronavirus is still out there...
laughing more lately
I stay happy now
They ask me how?
sadness is enough, I say
spread one smile each day
They ask, what of sorrow that happens?
I say, under men's will even the mountains flattens
I am still thinking of what to write after it.....so i'll upload it later
Soft head in soft pillow.
Fabric against porcelain skin.
Heart spread wide open.
Gentle stream filled with warmth,
The hush of one thousand voices
in my mind,
And even through the ceiling is dark,
I can feel the gentle warmth of the
You know the feeling ;)
Touch so comforting
A familiar hand to hold-
Spreading this disease
Honestly, I'm not one to write a Haiku. Despite that, I think that Hello Poetry needs one right now.
It rises above the clouds,
It is the master,
and the slave.
It is the wretched creature,
awaken from a thousand years of sleep.
But at what cost?
At what show will it play,
and to whom?
Its the sand from the sun,
the second note on every song,
A tuned instrument squealing at the command of its master.
A pig in the barn,
The clock ticks each morning,
yet the sun settles every night.
When they come,
We will leave,
But in the direction of the rising moon.
Stay Safe everyone!
It is already spreading everywhere.
Locking up, outsiders, and the outbreak
Don't touch anyone, just keep your distance
How are we supposed to keep on living?
Panic and fear, as it silently kills.
Blames those in power and those in control
For the fault a man have yet to perceive.
The piercing looks when one coughs and sneezes.
We fear to face the truth so they hide it.
No cure, hoax, death tolls, the vulnerable
The mess is impossible to ignore.
Even if it's not this one that gets us,
What is about to come will be the one.
And by then, it had already begun.
Whatever we are facing right now, I hope it will end. We lack a lot, especially in these times. Keep safe everyone.