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"substantiating" poems
18th August -Before the autumn arrives Fourteen more sunsets to witness Fourteen more endings to caress I'll watch sturgeon for the last time Gonna get 'ma-aslama' from August very soon 'Fall' will be evoked for what the September strives Gonna have an eye-catch since it's a 'corn moon' Summer will kiss you for the last time Before the Autumn arrives! Have to suffer a few more starks Season leaving autumnal marks My cozy lights ambering my darks... Final Equinox in the doorway is driving These elm splinters are substantiating That the autumn is arriving!! My darkened panes reminiscing autumn rains Rains on the crisp dead leaves Triggering seasonal pains 'Ash' will perform his last ballet Before he dives; 'Walnuts' will play their nonchalant rhythms Before he arrives!!! Leaves and the branches parting ways Trees bearing insane death Four are over already in these verses Now the days are ten left! ~vairagya
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 12:36 PM UTC
-Before the autumn arrives!
Satisfaction lingers The inherent bliss that warms The buried fears that flounder, The abolishment of qualms The radiant glow materialises Substantiating to a path Hop onto the luminescence Guiding you to your guard I am a container A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim With affection in a golden hue The amber nectar seeping in abundance As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways As I bleed and stand on crystal shards An empty vessel yields no spirit From the empty barrel that remains For a heart devoid of soul would not Display nor muster I am the light that dissipates Yet the darkness brought me back It does not leave me alone Why does it clamp itself to my back Get it off Get it off me GET.    IT.    OFF.    ME! It does not leave me alone It does not               leave me     alone It does not    leave      me alone It        does not leave   me        alone It          does                         not                                     leave                                                                                                  It doesn't...
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Depraved sunlight
poetry is not a poison but a burning desire that courses through the veins of the human spirit meeting the soul on its own plane transcending restraint and substantiating emotion in a tangible and connective way it teases the thoughts, catches the breath and breaks through all barriers between feelings, actions, thoughts, speech and being it is a spirit; a reality a deep-seated truth that speaks the unspeakable expresses the unexpressable and brings to light that which was once shrouded in darkness poetry is a boundless freeing... a freeing of yourself
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Poetry
Old warriors have a lifetime wins and losses Scars substantiating each..... We have lived long enough to know when to fight and when to walk away...
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Old Warriors