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''Shattered Dreams"
My shattered dreams lie at my feet, A million pieces on the floor, The life I had imagined, Will never be the same anymore.
Mohammad MohibPublished about a year ago in PoetsTo Richard, Almost 4 Years On
Dear Richard, I saw the river today, flat and lonely, as if caught in some 50 pence postcard you could buy at any shop along the dock. But these are not my memories of you; the dock, the water, the perennial boats looking out past the mersey, past the sea, onto some untold destination, some unmakeable journey.
"A Tale of Two Besties: Bear and Pandi"
My dear Pandi, On this special day, I want to wish you a happy birthday filled with love, laughter, and joy. You are one of the most important people in my life, and I am so grateful for the friendship that we share.
Laiba AhmedPublished about a year ago in Poets"Wilderness Symphony"
Nature is a symphony, A song that's always playing, A grand orchestra of life, In perfect harmony swaying. The trees sway like violins,
Mohammad MohibPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Stinty
Dear Stinty, Each time I stood up To take myself seriously, Each time I decided to go for it You told me I was shit
Whispers of American Feathers; Comforting Japanese Pillows
He flew through the air Fair and bright Sight-fully, strong and balanced Broken pottery shards Shredded the sky With clumsy grace
Rowan FinleyPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Letter to Life
Dear Life, I hope this letter finds you well, As for me, it's hard to tell. I've been on this journey for quite some time,
Aadhi PentenPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Mr. Graveyard Keeper
Dear Mr. Graveyard Keeper I hope your day is not peaceful, I hope that when you wake up your kitchen will catch on fire, or your car breaks down, maybe your wife decides she wants a divorce. I hope your day will not let you be happy so when you go to work at night and start making your rounds, checking headstones, clearing dead flowers, and when you eventually see the tree, you will see me. my limbs wrapped around the tree like a vine that had always been there. you will see my empty eyes, my pale decaying skin, and it will not be the worst part of your day. Please do not try to pry me away from the bark that lets me see the sky. Do not lay me to rest for I am not deserving of it. Let me rest here on this tree, until the worms burrow in my chest and eat what is left of who I was. I will eventually chip away like the tree is shedding me to reveal its new skin, then I ask you to please let me sink into the dirt, and you can go on, and you won’t remember seeing me, because I hope your day is not peaceful.
melissa c.Published about a year ago in PoetsA Symphony of Seasons: The Rhythmic Beauty of Nature's Cycles
The world is a symphony of seasons, A never-ending melody that plays. A chorus of color and change, That leaves us in endless amaze.
Nikhil ThalePublished about a year ago in Poetsfleeting moments
All roads must have led me here, a strangers car I will always remember. The drive I wouldn't know would soon take me home to someone else. I got in the car and met your acquaintance. We talked in that stall for hours and never saw each other again. We said our goodbyes and I drove away never knowing that our meeting would change my life forever, for the better. I was shown that I was worthy of having someone listen to what I had to say, even though our energies would only know each other for a few hours, their combination made my decision for me. I would never return to the dark corner I was once made to sulk in, I was free, while still in shackles. I knew that the release would come shortly, thanks to this fleeting moment, becoming aware of my control over my own silhouette, I will not be the person I have been forced to be.
melissa c.Published about a year ago in PoetsCelery Stalks: A Tribute to Vegetables
Celery, Green and Crisp Celery, oh celery, green and crisp, A vegetable often overlooked, dismissed, Yet packed with nutrition, a powerhouse indeed,
Dear Mother Earth
Today and every day, we celebrate you. We are trying to change the way we live and what we do. Planting new trees for those chopped down.
Cathy DeslippePublished about a year ago in Poets