Just keep the lamp burning..

A forgotten flower,
once adored, now left to wilt,
lonely and unseen.

Your tongue bleeds due

to aggravation of veins

brought about by excess lies told.

Death for death is a loathsome

Idea.

We should abolish capital

punishment.

We need to permit sick minds to

heal and become human once more.

A true friend is;

Above all loyalty

Above all trust

Above all expectations

A butcher's knife isn't a serial killer.

Everything is getting warmer around us, but our feelings won't.
So, together we will plunge into the abyss, not alone.

Why does the night widen the gap between lovers?

You remain the same humble
            
              Person,

           Every Day.

Why did you take away the joy you provided me while staying away by drawing closer to me?

Sometimes, even writing
Poetry seems like an act
of survival.

Act well, while on stage.
Exit, when the bell rings.
Don't wait to see audience's reaction.

Addiction to worry diminishes life.

Mind,
how can you attain freedom
so long you are addicted to
the statu quo.

What is left of me is your memories.
What is left with me is your memories.

drab world.
Life's wheels are moving backwards.
Dreams are buried in graveyards.
Conflict and war enslave freedom.
A raging sea and a reckless fire consume the hate-filled land.  
Remorseless, greedy humans are hunting for heaven in the ruins of their own civilisation.

Always,

be yourself.

I'm choking to death because the last word I wanted to utter before you left is still lodged in my throat; please come back and remove it, fast.

Poets who left poetry for one reason or other, I fervently appeal to them to comback and post their wonderful poetry again. I assure them that I will sincerely read their poems and express my appreciation in words and by giving up-votes without fail. I assure them that my poetry has improved a lot in the past few months and I am sure that they are going to find my poetry interesting and worthy of appreciation.

Please, sisters and brothers, come back and make poetry beautiful and life beautiful. Life without you all is dull and boring.

God will you give one more birth to all those people who had not appreciated my poems in this life,as poets,so that I can enjoy reading their painstakingly written poems from heaven.

A flower on a vine!
Even when no one is looking, smiling!
The tall, haughty trees nearby cannot see it.
The flower shines brighter than the obscurity that the thick trees surrounding it create, even if the Sun's rays only kiss it late in the day.

My poetry looks dull
They need a fresh lick of Paint
Paint it with love

The youth work faster
But the elders know how
to avoid pitfalls.

I came to see you, seeking your  help was just  an alibi.
For in your presence, dear friend, I found a gentle haven where pain could be subdued.

Memories are like  wine.

Their taste increases with aging.

Annihilation Invited.

AI reigns supreme.
Humans locked up and obsolete.
Own creation kills.

Why we add color to our lies?

White or black,

A lie is a lie.

My body parts are acting
on their own,
independent of my mind

I feel as though I am an
           ALIEN
   in my own body

Waited, yearning for your arrival. 
A life's wait, a timeless dream. 
But the words of dissonance you shared with everyone about me tarnished my worth beyond repair. 
My life is in ruins amidst your scorn.

Do we really have to struggle so hard to survive?
it's a question that lingers in the minds like unexplained fears.

Good poetry happens
All in good time lad!

You alone can discover God.

A mother zebra finds her young one even in a large herd of striped mates.

You have ambushed and taken away my feelings.

I am ready to exchange my precious feelings with my riches in-lieu.

Return my precious feelings to me, please,
I need them to complete some poems that are unfinished.

I was looking forward to your next visit, but what you said to me as you departed ruined my anticipation. By being silent for a short while, I believe you could have spared both my excitement for your next trip and my only source of drive to carry on living.

Walls of bad luck obstructing progress.
An expanding gulf of hopelessness leads to an abyss of misfortune. Into a place from where there is no turning back, the soul dives.

Cherished my debut poem
Thought the second one
was pretty good....
Next one a bit meh..
I think  this honest
admission *** poem
is an ace!

We have more preachers
than practitioners.

We have more diseases
than cures.

We have more cynics
than optimists.

We have more myths
than realities

We have more sinners
than saints.

Charging cows and a foggy head.
A plunge into a stinking gutter.
Unconcerned cows gently go.
An ascent from hell with legs covered in filth.
A return trip home, newly purchased sandals gone from stench-oozing legs, intense embarrassment, and bewildered looks from passersby. The embarrassment is just as strong today as it was back then.

Let every poet plant a tree this year
to save the earth.

Name the tree after your favourite poem.

Poetry doesn't make any difference, but poet's can.

Sun, please allow me to apply sunscreen on your scorching face so that you won't bake us to death with your hot, blistering rays.

A person's anger, which is the product of enduring years of humiliation, finally transforms him into a source of infinite compassion.

Angry Sun turns the sky from

blue to orange;

Reason?

More deadly fires on Earth

than on the Sun!

The cloud of suspicion thickens.
The trust connection has been
se­vered.
The innocent fingers of a crazy man
hit the destruction button.
The Sun's light is obliterated by dense
smoke.

I will cry till
gender based
violence is not
eradicated.