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Sandy 4d
Sometimes,we think good
But what happens to us is bad
But don’t lose heart
And get the ball rolling
Because who knows!!
Towards you, its falling

Sometimes , the days are glooming
Another time, you find them moving
But don’t think about these things .
They will automatically fly with wings.

Sometimes, you may be playing on earth’s head.
Another time, you may be lying ill on your bed
But will you stop playing for the fear of laying!
Definitely not!
If not, then keep trying!!

Sometimes you are in exasperation
another  time,you can be in innovation.

This is life and all these things are colour of it
Those who understand this are called wit.
Those who don’t needs to think that
Thinking is not the solution
Infact, its only a coward way of superimposition

Believe if you can
To think is to lose sometimes
And to do is the best many times.

                                                               -Sandeep Kaushal
Straight from old diary
Vicky Donald May 9
In the streets where laughter once danced,

Now shadows linger, dreams entranced.

The echoes of youth, in chaos, collide,

In search of solace, in search of pride.

Broken glass glimmers like hopes unkept,

Each flash of violence, a promise that wept.

With every heart lost, with every soul torn,

A future lies fractured, a nation forlorn.

Where are the shields the watchful eyes?

In alleyways dark, innocence cries.

When did our playgrounds turn into battlegrounds?

When did our joy become lost, never found?

Leaders AWAKE! Hear our urgent call -  

These tender lives matter, let none of them fall,

With empathy rising, let kindness entwine,

In choosing our actions, let love be the sign.

We stand at the brink, together we rise,

With whispers of hope, ‘neath Scotland's vast skies.

For our children, our future, in unity, strive,

In nurturing peace, we’ll keep hope alive.

So, let's craft a change, where together we stand,

Forging a place where we cradle each hand.

In a tapestry woven with courage and grace,

We’ll mend what's been broken and reclaim our space.
Hawley Anne Jun 2023
If I tried to write a "happy" poem,
I wonder what I'd say?
If the words that spilled upon the page
didn't convey any dismay.
Would it feel foreign to me,
As one who writes from a broken heart?
Or would the words uplift my soul,
could it be my new start?
What would I even write about,
the sun the moon or stars?
Or would I write about long ago,
Before my heart bore any scars?
I'm not sure how or when or why,
but I'd like to change my tone.
And start writing about what makes me smile,
instead of what makes me feel alone.
K Balachandran Oct 2021
Bursted tyre, alone,
She tasted 'highway despair',
Lift offer, uplifts!
Love will lift her skirts,
Dancing across
The deepest lines in the sand
Bounding over
The highest walls we've built
Holding her hands outstretched
To those in need of compassion,
Carrying those too weak
To learn the moves on their own
She watches the sands of time fall
With an understanding
That she is transcendent,
Undying
And so through it all,
Love will lift her skirts and dance
©KNL
Love is the greatest conqueror.
I know in my heart
We're here to grow
Become like stars
Shine with a benevolent glow

Light up a life
Show love to someone
Keep in mind
It's a job never done

The more you shine
The brighter we get
Let happiness reign
Keep your torch lit
Syreena Phelps Jul 2019
I feel like the only person who feels so plain about my stretch marks. I dont hate them or love them they're just there. Doesnt stop me from wearing a bikini. I'm fully aware that my body is just a vessel I'm using to experience life better and it doesnt matter how I look. I love myself inside and out and stretch marks are just there. Doesnt make me any uglier. I had stretch marks on my thighs before I got pregnant, and idk why because i was always super skinny. Got stretch marks from my pregnancy. Because I carried a ******* child, ya know? What does society expect from me? I literally made life, I'm BOUND to be left with some battle scars.

If you think you are going to die of old age with a perfect body with no scars, no stretch marks, absolutely nothing gone weird or wrong along the way, you're wrong. Every mark on your body shows you've actually LIVED LIFE and didnt hide from it. Be proud of every dent, every stitch, every scar, and ******, every stretch mark. Shows you had some fun and experiences in this short time you have here on earth. Don't you dare hate yourself for THAT.
Not really poem but cool
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