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Kigo and Kireji
Carl Jung once said, "Only the paradox comes anywhere near to comprehending the fullness of life." This insight captures the essence of Japanese haiku, a poetic form that distills complex insights into a few words. At the heart of Japanese haiku are the kigo (season word) and kireji (cutting word). These tools and juxtaposition are crucial in creating paradox—a state in which seemingly contradictory ideas are conceived as a whole.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 years ago in Poets
SILENCE. AI-Generated.
**S**oftly, the world slows down, Allowing thoughts to **i**ntertwine in the quiet spaces. **L**onely, yet full, the mind begins to wander,
By Rubel Matubbar2 years ago in Poets
Corolla cuddles
sitting in the backseat with you as your head rests in my lap, my insides beaming like an electric fence, I acted nonchalantly as if
By D2 years ago in Poets
Me
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Quiet Grief
The house is still. The once vibrant walls now hold the whispers of memories that linger in every corner, every creak of the floor, and every echo of a lost voice. I walk through the empty rooms, my footsteps soft, as if I might disturb the silence that now envelops this place.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
Life's Unchangeable Truths
That is why some pains are best swallowed, some remorse can only be spat on and some sorrow can only be eased by one’s own solace.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
In the Quiet Stillness
Here I sit, In a room filled with the echoes of the day, Where the world's noise fades, And all that's left is this moment,
By RK2 years ago in Poets
The Dynamics of Enduring Love
It can also imply that even with the finest of feelings even between the couple some people cannot grow old together. To be able to be together is a form of fortune, but it is not enough to say that whether one can remain together will depend solely on good fortune.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
State-Silence
Surrounded by inner peace. Leaving everything aside. No thoughts, no hassles nor creeds, just emerging from a deep delight.
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
What is Real?
What is real? What is fake? What has transpired before me that brings me to my current state? What makes love real? What is love to you?
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets