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Always Save!
Dear Poet, I'm writing to you with a heavy heart, For I heard the news and it tore me apart. I see you forgot to save your poetry,
By E.K. Daniels4 years ago in Poets
Take a Time
Of all the things that I have seen, None compare to nature's scene. The rising sun, the starry night, The windswept trees, a bird in flight. The mountains tall, the oceans wide, The beauty that I cannot hide. The colors of a blooming field, A rainbow after the rain has spilled. The sound of waves upon the shore, A peacefulness that I adore. The rustling leaves, the falling snow, A world of wonder to behold. And in this world, so vast and grand, I find my place, my own little land. A place where I can be myself, A place where I can find some help. For in this world, I am not alone, I am surrounded by a beauty that's grown. A beauty that fills my heart with grace, And puts a smile upon my face.
By EpicPen4 years ago in Poets
Cryptography's Secrets
In the world of cryptography, Secrets and mysteries are the key, A world of hidden messages, Safely kept from prying eyes to see.
By Jacob Glory4 years ago in Poets
The Infinite Unknown
The vast expanse, beyond our reach, An endless void, yet we beseech To journey forth and explore the night, To seek out secrets, hidden from sight.
By Jacob Glory4 years ago in Poets
Shi Shi
Shi shi #and #and he used to say and I always repeated and thats the very beginning and the very of the end this time it's the new discovery of the old time in translation the phases are coming out of nowhere to speak where you gather your thoughts and the exclamation of euphoria is to be the drink so drink the liquids in words like a poison or a sweet comforting note to remind you that you are just getting closer in here getting sick and getting old to remind me about what ? And so what ? Why not ? I do like my grey hair it's the time for them to be more than just a brave in their age of no time and no real space I am in the center of the universe I am merging myself to disconnect from your tales I am cleaning the waves and I am the grounded chi state I change I shift according to them the environment consumes me so I take the fight time and disciplined me to reach the state where I can be me untouchable next to them feeling knowing observing but not playing their games running away whenever it's possible whenever I can in my territory in my life the real space of another in a poem in a physical space in the nature in the language beyond languages in the happy joyful state cuz why not I am beginning to get wrinkled and more oj more grey hair to be 40 is not a beginning of this life game is a fairytale in each moment in each state you are young younger old and tired again you are swimming in your mind and in the social life you are reminded that it's all normal that's the menopause state oh gosh I wish to be blind for what other write and say
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 4 years ago in Poets
Father and Daughter: A Bond Beyond Words
Father and Daughter A bond beyond words, A love that never fades, A relationship like no other, Between a father and his daughter.
By Misi4 years ago in Poets
Who Would I Be if I Didn’t Have Hope?
Dear The One (who got away) [for now] “Who are you anyway?” You asked me this years ago. Not directly. It was in a text that read, “W.a.y.a?” You always did have that subtle nature about you. You hide your profoundness behind your vagueness. It’s part of your charm. To this day, I’m still not certain what you meant by it. Maybe you were weary of me. Or perhaps you were cautious of yourself and what was raging inside of you. Either way, it stuck with me, just like everything you do. It makes for a great question. So I’ll ask it back to you. Who are you anyway? Are you really this person I’ve built up in my head? Is the tint on my glasses a little too rosy? Or do these lenses accurately depict the endless garden that is your existence? I side with the latter. The world of “us” is based in reality, but it is forged in imagination. Distance has a cruel way of doing that, and believe me, I have felt every mile. What we are dwells in the shadows of what we could be, of what we should be. And if you ever come to look for me, you will find me there, basking in our memories as I lay in endless want of you.
By D4 years ago in Poets
Starting from the End
These lines are for marking the day....when a little journey of one of my life experiences ended. I met new people.....I find new chances.....lots of things to learn.....and watched myself crying and getting broken many times....but every time these emotions gave me the idea that how can I be better.....how I can make myself up to the mark...
By Ema 4 years ago in Poets
Unleashing Your Voice: Celebrating the Diversity and Power of Vocal Media"
Today, I want to share with you a poem that I wrote about a platform called Vocal Media. This platform is a place where people can share their stories and creativity with others around the world. I wrote this poem in a simple and casual manner to make it easier for everyone to understand and enjoy.
By Poetic pulse4 years ago in Poets
"Virat Kohli: The Cricket Warrior"
In the cricket field he stands, A captain leading his band, With a bat in his hand, He dominates the land. Virat Kohli is his name,
By Misi4 years ago in Poets
The Doldrums
I found a post by Joseph Fasano, showing a letter a woman had wrote to him with a poem written by her mother who struggled with dementia.
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Life
Life is a journey, not a destination. Life is what you make it. Life is a gift, cherish every moment. Life is too short to hold grudges. Life is full of surprises, embrace them. Life is a rollercoaster, enjoy the ride. Life is about creating yourself, not finding yourself. Life is a series of moments, make them count. Life is a canvas, paint it with your dreams. Life is a challenge, rise to the occasion. Life is a balancing act, find your center. Life is a puzzle, piece it together one step at a time. Life is a precious gift, don't waste it. Life is an adventure, take the road less traveled. Life is a journey of self-discovery, find yourself along the way. Life is like a book, write your own story. Life is a gift, use it wisely. Life is a precious thing, handle with care. Life is about growth, keep moving forward. Life is beautiful, appreciate the little things.
By Karthick4 years ago in Poets