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Allesha Eman Jul 7
Moon showers and flocks of birds
You and I sit here, trying to devise a plan
To find a moment of stagnation for a photograph
When the threads of moonlight and chattering wings
are momentarily, almost eerily, still


But the winds of nostalgia
Swathe every photo with fluid movement
Remnants of motion blur from whirling trees
Tumultuous rain, ribbons of trailing lights
Bokeh and city glow


With every attempt, we desire stillness
infused in the developed film of the past
Candid portraits of rose-coloured archetypes
But we are left with a future that stirs and prances
bordering every moment of captured silence


I canโ€™t seem to shake
That by the time we finally agree
On the correct aperture, exposure and white balance
The birds will be flying toward tomorrow
And the sky will be shaking hands with the sun
Katie Jan 7
The light in your eyes sputters out
Your heart no long beating
Your lungs no longer breathing
"Wake up!" I scream and shout

But you're already dying in my hands
7
I have to keep this simple until this hardware problem is solved
Day in day out many are suffering
Many are struggling with things the mouth cannot utter

There are a lot that only their actions can say
Only to those who care to listen

Some say theirs with frequent anger at things which seem not annoying at all

Others say it through solitude and silence

The rest say theirs by hate on other people

Whatever way it maybe said
The truth is that...
A lot of people have their demons they are fighting

If you can't help fight, don't add more
Let them be
Hamna Sep 2021
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ?
๐˜‰๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด?
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ?
๐˜–๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ด, ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ด?
๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?
Do you think that hardships and problems make you stronger or weaker or something else?
In part - 2 of this poem is where I'll answer that very question, so STAY TUNED!
Persephone Aug 2021
He was there
Had a cute smile,
a house, a car,
And time or two to spare
Told her she was perfect
Kind of showed he cared
Friends told them they looked happy together
Texted her now and then
Passion happened once in a while in bed
The kind of romance she thought she wanted
Believing she could shape him into a wonderful man
What is life?
Could somebody be kind enough to explain,
What is living?
Could anyone be kind enough to show me?
I really need to know, I've lost myself in the process of trying to find myself,
I am dead in the process of trying to live,
The troubles of life has somewhat restricted my airflow,
I choke at every given second, I'm a wandering spirit on the earth with no goal as to where I'm headed,
I have lost all, friends, family and all I could ever boast of
Am I better of dead?
Would I be good if only I do not open this eyes anymore?

Is anyone out here, kind enough to show me what life is?
Is anyone here to explain life to me?
I'm drowning!!!!
I've lost myself in life, why trying to get myself, now I'm a complete stranger in my body, I need help from anyone at all, anyone here to listen to me??
Do feelings spike up like pressure in a gas tank
Do they become a bomb and sometimes explode
Or someone is always there to detonate them before they do
Are they that harsh to take my life to a grave
And leave me cursing forever
Are they meant to hurt in the first place when expectations go blind
Or they are just another episode of illusions we we can't escape
These questions multiply especially when you experience them for the first time
You find yourself in a place where you are desperate to find out about being in love
Sometimes when things go wrong and you end up hurt, these questions still come alive and you will vow never to trust again
It's a matter of time after you have made peace, pick every broken piece of you that you decide whether to move on and love again or still hold your break from a relationship
SA Szumloz Feb 2021
~

Do you like it this way, baby?
What role do you want me to play?
A muzzled dog, a tongueless *****.
A marionette in your puppet show.
Cut these strings; freedom I miss.

Are you comfortable? You ask me.
I reply, Yes, and count from one to five.
I wish for roses without thorns; clouds of white.
I know my wishes will never come true.
Never in an eternity of nights.

As long as I'm by your side.

~
From a bad experience I had a few days ago. Never again.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2021
In times like these,
When troubles surround us.
and death hangs in the breeze,
ready to plunge with sudden chaos....
In lull, I say this psalm of trouble.
"Oh Jah, to you alone I look,
Help me to swim this sea of struggle,
Save me from this tidal hook".

Troubles may come on the double,
and pop me like a bubble.
They may Knock Me down,
Push me out of town,
Nudge me to the brim,
or prompt my glow to go dim...
still in Yahweh, I believe,
like a fig tree, I will survive.

In troubled times
My faith in Jah will double.
Though I lack dimes
and my limbs begin to wobble,
to Jah, I look and trust,
In him lies my power.
This, from dawn to dusk I'll boast,
Every day, every minute and hour.

#IvanBrooksportry๐Ÿ“–
In times like these, this Psalm I scribble for thee.
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