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Andrew Rueter May 18
When conversation
is about competition
or condemnation
rather than contemplation
we all lose.
Eshana Jan 7
The blue creeps over the skies, such a harshly lit blue.
The green creeps over the lands, so lush - you'll scarcely see the hidden thorns.

But -
I cannot go back to the blue & the green.

She hangs my thoughts to dry in the yellow -
Her eyes creep along my bodyline, my body lies - my aura denies.

I'm not weak, but my heart needs to shrink.

Written by Eshan de Lange
History repeats itself. But not quite yet.
A PLACE

We
lived
in a society where  
false
is welcomed.
And
Where people
flee from
the
real.

A society
where truth
is enslaved
while deceit reign.
A world where
sages are referred
as mad.

And foolery
rule. An
environment
where love's
deprecated while
lust is summoned.

A place
where caring
is manipulated
as envy.

We lived in a
world where
peace is gradually becoming history,
making same
mistakes as ancestry.

But my dreams
is of a place where there'd be a
new world on planet earth, even
before the
very end of time.

A place as
peaceful as
Heavenly
where equality
lives among
mankind. When superiority or
inferiority is
mummified.

A world where
love will be only language we
all speak and comprehend.

#c9_fm
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
Poets say poetry is superior to philosophy, science, religion
It takes man to higher levels of consciousness
Philosophers say philosophy is superior to
every other thing
It taught man how to think and reason
Guides man in different
Spheres of existence
Scientists say science is superior
It does the real thing
Explains and predicts the course of Creation
Innovates, develops and realizes wonderful technologies, machines, gadgets and medicines
For comforts and welfare of the civilization
Priests say religion is superior
Relieves mankind of pain and misery
Takes man to God's Kingdom for total freedom
All suffer from superiority complex
There's a lot of confusion
O wise men of poetry, philosophy, science and religion
If there is Truth in you
You are complementary to each other
Complementary to each other!
Hashim Ashram Jun 2020
I reek of the stench of fear as I gaze upon the tall, slender figure before me. He towers above me while I oppose him, weak and frail in comparison.

He takes his stance whilst the adrenaline rushes through my veins and I feel my body shiver in sheer terror.

His fists are quick to meet with my face with such turbulent, burning anger.
My head soon lands harshly on the canvas, and mere seconds pass before hammer fists rain down on me at my most vulnerable state.

The gore pours down and I taste the metallic warmth of my own blood,
the smell of carnage reaches my nose as I begin to embrace this elation.
As the abuse boils my blood and sickens my soul down to its core, I tell myself, “let them RAIN! RAIN! RAIN!"

I am once again the victim of this heartless cruel world.

As the trauma settled within my brain,
it felt like waves were crashing against my skull.
I barely held on to my consciousness while hammer fists continued to rain down on my face.
What is this creed that makes him believe that he must make me bleed, and bleed, and bleed?

Every time he sends a blow towards my liver, I feel my lungs ache for air, and I miss the taste of the wind.
Nevertheless, he refuses to slow down.
His attacks are relentless, as though he must settle this cold dispute by any means, even if it calls for him to break my bones.
My body slams against the concrete floor, he crushes me to my core, and I see my friends walking away from the corner of my eye.
If they weren't heartless, they would have checked if I’m okay
Does anyone know the struggle I endure?
I stomach the pain and swallow my pride,
I let go, and my eyes roll back as the warm blood trickles down my face.

As the trauma subsides and the dust settles, I question if he wished death upon me, or for me to lay here and cry in torment upon these wet white tiles.
I look up towards him as he just smiles,
A chunk of cold, unfeeling ice sits instead of his heart beneath his ribs.
I sit in my now cold blood and ponder,
My emotions rushing with turbulent power,
I am left to wonder if he had beaten me for a reason, or for the thrill and elatio
Lee Carter Apr 2020
"Blasted black bats in belfry!

They blight the blessed bells!

I am bedeviled by beasts born without beauty nor belief.

Break them from their borrowed burrow!

Banish them back to where beasts belong...

Beneath the boots of their betters."
Darah Galbraith Jul 2019
You always have your
holier-than-thou attitude.
You always think that you are better,
but really it’s just rude.
Just because you’ve made your choice,
and they’ve made theirs,
doesn’t make you better.
Really no one cares.
Just calm down,
and really think it through.
You can’t choose for them,
you can only choose for you.
So how are you above them,
when you come from different places?
We all have our own story,
our own writing on our pages.
So when you make a choice,
and you think that it’s the right one,
just know that your voice
doesn’t speak for everyone.
Friendly reminder that your choices aren’t always the best for other people, and you don’t get the moral high ground for making a choice that other people cannot make.
lunademiere Apr 2019
religion was never the truth,
the difference between good and evil,
a meaning of an existence,
the truth within oneself,
when you can’t identify your truth you try to seek it from outside,
someone’s belief is not worth an acceptance of truth for one’s being,
don’t let a concept undermine your truth,
ideas that split humans into groups,
fighting with one another,
superiority is the quality of evil,
harmful morals,
the Evil won some fights throughout societies.
My book 'The Allure Of Time' is now available on amazon.
Glenn Currier Mar 2019
Sometimes diplomas are deleterious to a degree
it seems the cap, gown, and certificate holder
buys a telescope and starts using it to see
loses the ability to write freely and bolder
becomes particularly adept at speaking in snark -
so much easier than personally and intimately connecting -
preferring critique to finding and being a creative spark
becoming expert not so much from practice as from correcting.

I knew a man who used to be my friend
until he acquired his PhD
then he began to depart and ascend
too high for him to see little ole me
I knew a few too who were doctors and buddies
whose degrees didn’t pedestal them
who didn’t let their higher studies
erase their humor, make their hearts go dim.
This was inspired by Chris Sorrenti’s limerick, “Comments” (https://pathetic.org/poem/1552996563) in which he bemoans a certain guy named Dupreʹ who had an English Literature degree and habitually made snarky comments on others’ poems on a poetry website but never posted a poem of his own
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