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SpiritHeart67 2d

All the very best Thoughts
Seem to Emerge
From the Empty Spaces
Placed with Such Care
Between the Letters
That Stroke the Words
With Such Deliberated Love

#love #creativity #writing #words #spaces #meaning #truth

Hebert Logerie 4d

Scream Of Freedom And Liberty

Scream, scream, scream, and scream
Sometimes, you want to scream
But you cannot, you just cannot
You can no longer dream
You just cannot, but you cannot
You cannot eat, you cannot fall asleep
But can only imagine and think deep
Nothing is possibly going right
And you know that you must fight
To go on, because so much is at stake
And you must grab the flag, head or take
The leadership to struggle, to protect
And to save so many. Respect
Is what you earn when you win
Success is what you deserve when
You defeat the hypocrites, the bullies
The wild henchmen, and the enemies
Scream, scream for every human being to be free
Scream, scream and dream of freedom and liberty.

The enemies are alert, arrogant and watching
The serpents are sneaky, deadly and sneering
You must be the best that you can
By being a silent fighter, a brave person
Sometimes, you want to scream
But you can no longer dream
Even though you can't scream, don't give up
Never, never give up, because hope
Is the last resort. And miracles
Will happen to the ones, not at the tables
Because they are now too weak to speak
And too powerless to reach the peak
But do your best to scream internally
Scream inward and mumble to be free
Words cannot be killed and murdered
And words can be silently muttered
All the victims will mumble, in unison, one day
Like the irate thunders of a treacherous storm
To charm the hopeless and to sound the alarm
From a good fight, you shall never walk away
God is always watching and listening
You and I must not be afraid to scream
We must find a way to dream and to ring
The bells of opportunities, to stream
Like the flows of a thawing river in spring
Yes, you and I must stand up to chant and to sing
The songs of success, the words of peace and freedom
So the deaf shall hear and shall overcome
Scream, scream, scream, and dream
To wake up the dead from their dream
Scream, and scream to shatter the armors of the injustice
Scream, scream and scream until the world is in peace.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

#scream #freedom #liberty #peace #injustice #songs #bells #world #words

Dr Qaiser Mukhtar 5d

Untitled

A beautifully bound reddish brown leather journal calls out to me,
Urging me to pick up a pen, pencil, crayon, or even a piece of charcoal —and write.
"Tell me all you have been through," it whispers. "What dims your light? Who cracked open your heart? What passion lights your fire? What excites you about tomorrow?"
It patiently waits, understanding the weight of my thoughts, offering a non-judgmental space for me to share.
"You don't have to carry the weight of the past or the present anymore.
Let my pages be a haven where you can pour out everything, finding release and relief in the process."
Dear journal, I whisper back, "I have made it this far in life by mastering the art of containing what I feel.
As much as I wish to lighten my burden, I know that words cannot be taken back—unless written in invisible ink."
Thus, I respectfully decline this elegant journal's offer to become my confidante.
Yet, I find myself in a struggle, torn between the desire to articulate my story and the need for privacy, a palpable tension.
So, I turn to a blank canvas, a medium that might allow me to express myself without the use of words.
By blending primary colors into an abstract mix of shapes and shades, I hope to release my pain and embrace my passion.
Like a game of Peek a Boo, I want to reveal and hide within the artwork, traces of my arduous journey, the challenges and hardships that have shaped me, along with the desires and emotional scars that keep me company, a complex dance of expression and concealment.
But can colors and shapes ever replace the power of authentic and straightforward words that are eager to emerge, wanting to be born before I lose my ability to voice them?

Please help me choose a title for this poem

#words #journaling #qaiser

mysterie 5d

the aftermath

the aftermath
of what was said,
what was done
and dusted -
it was not what i expected.

the silence
stung -
it also hurt
like a knife
to the heart.

i couldn't believe
the words you said.

the things you did.

date wrote: 7/10
...hm

#aftermath #words #hurt #betrayal

kortu valentine Oct 6

syntax.

languages flow
like rivers,
their currents tugging
at my bones.

i don’t speak them.
i sway,
letting the tide
teach me the rhythm.

a distilled version of cv.

#language #words #literature #grammar #foreign #bilingual #multilingual #education #reflection

kortu valentine Oct 6

curriculum vitae.

i spent last night
with a fever,
burning my skin
like wildfire
consuming a forest.

when the heat settled
just above thirty-seven,
my mind brought forward
the cyrillic alphabet.

my mum taught me —
people are always surprised
she doesn’t speak english.
she grew up in the sixties,
where the syllabus
included russian and latin.

when i was barely six,
we translated the names
of pin-up girls
on cigarette packets.

german came at ten,
english at fifteen.
in boarding school,
i helped a classmate
with french
until he grew annoyed
that i was,
apparently,
effortlessly clever.

italian arrived
through a video game
and now i wonder
how someone
who repeated a grade,
could, without panic,
tear through russian today.

i think i have
my hungarian heritage
to thank.
i don’t stumble
at endless suffix chains,
i match the signs,
ears tuned to every case.
i feel the meaning
of what isn’t said,
map the languages
and treat them like quests
as i search for structure
and logic in them.

so, when the patterns
grab me by my shoulders,
still feverish, still dancing,
i just follow the steps.

this one is about how my brain is wired.

#language #words #bilingual #multilingual #school #education #foreign #grammar #literature

Hiba Mohammed Sobh Sep 30

Hereafter and Us

I would pine with another in our resting by an older tree under the mellowness of the fields while listening to words of feeling, we are rising with the pages of our lives soon to be lived and later penned in the books of the hereafter and us.

#words #of #feeling #pages #lives #books #hereafter #us

kortu valentine Sep 28

dear poetry.

someone said
that turning pain
into art
takes guts.

they said it
about one of my poems —

called it inspiring.

then my job is done.
all i ever wanted
was to find someone
my words resonate with.
and in the process,
somehow,
i ended up
inspiring myself.

the pain i worked on,
moulded into poetry,
became my muse.
and when i feel low,
empty,
or bruised,
it calls to me
with its relentless tides,
half-formed stanzas
and mismatched lines,
until its whispers
become a symphony
i thought
only my heart
could hear.

i don’t need hurt
for my art anymore.
just give me a feeling,
give me a word,
and i’ll ask my poetry
to get back to work.

this one is about a comment and a love letter to poetry.

#art #pain #poetry #spokenword #words #inspiration #muse #reflection #positive #self

Hebert Logerie Sep 28

Quit Being Hypocritical About Freedom

Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
So we can dream freely
So we can invent freely
So we can yell freely
So we can enjoy life freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.

Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

#freedom #life #speech #words #expression #love #divine #gift #peace #antibully

CE Uptain Sep 27

Words and Feelings

It’s not over, I’ve got paper and ink
I’m not done with what I think
A thought for the moment, here in time
A word for the page, all in rhyme

Drifting, my mind picks a spot
Telling it all, everything I’ve got
Wouldn’t try and change it
Didn’t try to rearrange it

These things just happen to me
Once a thought, my pen makes me see
Twisting and turning, inside my mind
Words and feelings only I can find

9/12/25

From just the other day.

#words #feelings #writing #mind