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Paul Idiaghe Oct 10
here, time is a truck
with waxed wheels. but it
keeps pacing, keeps paving the path
to destruction; in dreams, I pluck

myself from its sheath, let it sweep
over me like a tide; on the
ground, I gather my garments,
as stones and seashells, slip

into their ethers, where eternity
waits. here, pyramids don’t converge
as they taper; they tunnel
like a lair that has lost its lucidity

& I’m wandering within their walls,
clueless, clouded—a captive child
eager to escape into enlightenment,
or another dream, where bliss befalls.

this is a paper-dream gobbling
reality—down to its
bone, bruised bare & bleeding.
Shane Leigh Aug 2017
I feel no peace,
No calm,
No mortification,
No … anything
While I contemplate
The cracks,
The creaks,
The massive holes,
And the falling stones
Of this dying city.
© Shane Leigh
Never throw stones on stray animals
They are free citizens of the world
They never think bad of you
They never think to harm you
Food security is their only concern
Their tummies burn of hunger like your tummies
They are content with whatever and whenever they get
They prefer to sleep or die empty stomach
Rather than robbing anybody
They tolerate stoically
Man(kind)'s atrocities
If they block roadways or doorways
It's not their fault
They are free citizens of the world
It's your responsibility and duty to take care of their welfare
Never throw stones on stray animals
They are free citizens of the world
A secret placing.
Finding, seeking, an ending.
Pathways in our minds.
Pillar of my stones( mom)💕

I pray her soul to keep
All the way above they made a choice...
My voice cut...i won't speak....cause you can't question God...why?
I guess its my turn to carry the load....i pick
From now on...
My effort is to always make you proud...
I will take care....of me and them...and...
I will try to even the scale at home...
Even though life isn't fair.....

i feel alone..
You gone....
Until i see you again...
When its my time...
Pillar stone of my life...
I love you mom🌹💔
Dedicated to all beautiful mothers and those you have lost their mothers....the facts is they love you and they loved you💕
basil Jun 1
sticks and stones
will break bones
and a knee will take a life

tear gas and barricades
will need first aids
and rubber bullets will take eyes

signs and chants
dismissed as rants
and a point that will keep being missed
justice is not just a word.

Hrithik Hiran May 22
Walking through the forest route
I use to pick up stones, pointy as well as smooth
Stacked them in an infinte jar of memories
With every stone, sharing stories

My precious were of different colours
But it all looked the same to others
For my dreams, the jar was a shrine
Every stone was a memory my heart coudnt confine

Throughout my everyday walk
I searched for that special rock
Pearl, ruby, topaz or emerald
But the one not meant to be hurled

Little did I know about moments passing by
It's after everything when gone, we cry
Images flashing and nostalgia striking
Stones from my jar began smiling

Every stone was a special one
Reminding memories of someone
Childhood, youth ,adulthood
My jar contained everything it could

Life is a regret of letting go of some stones
Tinier than the memory it owns
All I need is a pool of such stones to dive
To bring my dead forgotten dreams alive
Dr zik May 4
Hey! I am your wish
travel between two milestones
in search of You Lord!
Dr Zik's Poetry
Book: Simple Words
Poet: Dr Zafar Iqbal Khokhar
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