#newstyle - Hello Poetry

My mind Spins On an axis of my creation, It twists, So very fast, With not a single nudge! It whirls In its circles For no reason at all. Pulling, Pulling. Pulling! A string tied to its base It weaves that string tighter, Until there is no more string to weave And my twirl must cease. But end! End it shall not! The string has broken, and my mind has won at last! Maybe the spin, Ever growing in speed, Can at last go in the right direction, Before I fall off my axis And tumble Down down d o w n d o w n

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Mar 24, 2019

Mar 24, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC

Rachdunn

My Mind

My mind Spins On an axis of my creation, It twists, So very fast, With not a single nudge! It whirls In its circles For no reason at all. Pulling, Pulling. Pulling! A string tied to its base It weaves that string tighter, Until there is no more string to weave And my twirl must cease. But end! End it shall not! The string has broken, and my mind has won at last! Maybe the spin, Ever growing in speed, Can at last go in the right direction, Before I fall off my axis And tumble Down down d o w n d o w n

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Do five syllables Do five syllables again This is a haiku

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC

wesinthebox

What is a Haiku?

Do five syllables Do five syllables again This is a haiku

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I close my eyes in wait. I’m waiting. Waiting Waiting for the hurt to give way to understanding Waiting for dismay to give way to hope Waiting for light to penetrate the dark Waiting for gloom to pave way for glee I’m still waiting. I’m trying. Trying not to feel. Not to think. Trying to numb the pain that numbs my senses. Trying to keep going. Believing. Loving. Trying to overcome the contradictions that challenge everything I put my trust in. Yes, I’m trying. And then you come along. Stare me in the eye, assuring. You calm me, soothe, promise of a better land. I believe you. I feel no need to try anymore. There’s no more waiting. Who said death isn’t beautiful?

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC

amrita-dutta

Tranquillity

I close my eyes in wait. I’m waiting. Waiting Waiting for the hurt to give way to understanding Waiting for dismay to give way to hope Waiting for light to penetrate the dark Waiting for gloom to pave way for glee I’m still waiting. I’m trying. Trying not to feel. Not to think. Trying to numb the pain that numbs my senses. Trying to keep going. Believing. Loving. Trying to overcome the contradictions that challenge everything I put my trust in. Yes, I’m trying. And then you come along. Stare me in the eye, assuring. You calm me, soothe, promise of a better land. I believe you. I feel no need to try anymore. There’s no more waiting. Who said death isn’t beautiful?

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I am a man. I am a man who does not love. Who cannot love. For, I am a man. I am a man. Hence, I am not allowed to love, To show emotion, To feel. For then, I’d be a ***** I am a man. I must be masculine. I must be a stunner. I must be callous. For if not, I’d be a loser. I am a man. I cannot be skinny. I cannot be fat. I cannot care about my appearance, but I must look good. For if not, I’d be a loner. I am a man. I cannot respect my wife. For then I’d be under her thumb. I am a man who cannot love another. For then I’d be a criminal. Is it that wrong to simply love without boundaries, without expectations? Are we that heartless that gender can force us to behave in a certain manner? Are we that naive, that we really believe phrases like ‘all men are heartless’ and ‘men are animals’? No. Sexism isn’t about women being oppressed by men. Just like feminism isn’t about women being greater than men. Discrimination, gender policing, societal pressure are good for neither *** But then why do we put up with it? It’s time for a change. Be that change. Sincerely, The man who dares to love.

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC

amrita-dutta

The man who couldn't love...

I am a man. I am a man who does not love. Who cannot love. For, I am a man. I am a man. Hence, I am not allowed to love, To show emotion, To feel. For then, I’d be a ***** I am a man. I must be masculine. I must be a stunner. I must be callous. For if not, I’d be a loser. I am a man. I cannot be skinny. I cannot be fat. I cannot care about my appearance, but I must look good. For if not, I’d be a loner. I am a man. I cannot respect my wife. For then I’d be under her thumb. I am a man who cannot love another. For then I’d be a criminal. Is it that wrong to simply love without boundaries, without expectations? Are we that heartless that gender can force us to behave in a certain manner? Are we that naive, that we really believe phrases like ‘all men are heartless’ and ‘men are animals’? No. Sexism isn’t about women being oppressed by men. Just like feminism isn’t about women being greater than men. Discrimination, gender policing, societal pressure are good for neither *** But then why do we put up with it? It’s time for a change. Be that change. Sincerely, The man who dares to love.

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