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Shofi Ahmed Dec 2020
I took a sip from your cup
a drop of your signature potion.
Oh, you know what?
Just one is enough.
Leave a drop for the bees.
Let the honeycomb build and melt
in this sea of sweet magic!
The rest is yours as you please.
IC Sep 2020
Just do it
Don't hesitate
I rather make mistakes while I'm alive,
than no mistakes at all
Chelsea Rae Sep 2020
I don't know if I stopped writing
Because I wanted to make sure you
Never saw the deepest parts of me Ever Again
Or
If it's because you broke me
So badly.
Cut
So deeply,
That it ripped out the deepest parts of me altogether.
You ruined me and you know who you are if you're pathetic *** is still stalking me from the shadows.
Shadow Aug 2020
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
I think this poem should be read and felt by all for it as meaningful as the morning dew on the rose's petals.
A beautiful reading here:
https://youtu.be/zFxvV7-JDRw
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Aug 2020
Don't bring me your title. Bring me your heart.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Tiger Ayres Jul 2020
An ocean resides,
Its depth immeasurable.
The green blue gleam
of the ocean I see before me.
What's down there?
I couldn't say.
An endless darkness?
A monster?
A God?
An unanswerable question,
We can never know.
Unless, the reason the ocean belongs
And the reason it stays
Is to allow me travel,
Passage.
Be it by boat
Plane
Submarine
Or even to swim.
So maybe one day,
I can be in your arms.
Your Arms
Painting
Abstract
Dull
Bright
Colours
Grey
The pallete
Held many

Choose
As you please
Just paint

Your thoughts
KAVITHA ....that's my name
And I do love my name..
For it has given me fame.
And I thank my parents for the same !

As I do write what my name is..
And in short, I'm what my name is
KAVITHA....a poetry
KAVI....a poet....!!
In my mother tongue Malayalam kavitha means poetry and kavi means poet... I'm rarely called with my name in full...as all my dear ones call me in short name kavi...so every time I'm called, I feel I'm called what I'm..
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
It is never too late to find your heart.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has ben a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
You
My pen etches Your name deeper within my heart. With each stroke the pages yell Your name into an oblivion.
But You.
You would never hear the cries that were crying out Your name. I show You my world and You can’t tell me Your favorite parts.
You witness the beat of my heart, but can’t rap the words to my song. I doubt that You care, and You just stare. I preach to the world, but You never saw me reach for Your hand. I shed a tear for Your sorrows, but You never cared about who You hurt.
I write this for You, and You could never see me mouth Your name.
But still, Your name resides on my heart. The black ink stained on the red surface, that has only seen pain, and shall hope the best for Your heart.
What I’ve been trying to say is, I loved You. You used to inspire love. But now I only hope You find it.
This was for,
You.
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