Trapped in the chaos of life?
Words echoing in my mind?
Random shivers all the time?
Everyday, I try to revive. ? ?
For what's going on, ?
Need sight beyond horizon?
Maybe no one waters my lavenders?
As I can see it to be.?
Copyright © Zinee Gulhane | Year Posted 2024
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
I am beautiful lying upon my bed
Open like a flower
But I'm dirty
And I won't reach heaven
How did I go bad?
Why did I go bad?
My curves resemble a goddess
Painted in watercolor
Worthy of museum
Then I’m nothing but a sinful woman
Slave of herself
Slave of a thought
Thought like a parasyte
I can't stand the burning
My legs shake as if it were winter
But the atmosphere is suffocatingly warm
Like the cup of tea I forgot to drink
No matter how connected to paradise I feel
I have assimilated that I will never get there
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
Copyright © Yui Yui | Year Posted 2024
I don't know when this moment will come again .....
The moment I felt today can't be weave in words
I felt him around me, everything, everywhere
It was a little painful to endure such mass energy but that feeling was addictive..
I wanted him more and more... ..
It was white snow with the daizy wilds
I saw a bright flash coming from front...
Like sun want to reach me
My legs were flattering
My hands were shivering just by his glimpse.. ( heavenly body)
My face was red as blood, as if my soul was blushing to see him in front.
I was all in him...
He spread his arms for my skin
I closed my eyes , and let him touch
But the moment he was just there to engulf me into him....
Someone prayed for my misery...
And the fan collapse from the ceiling ..
Just there
Copyright © Yashika Atri | Year Posted 2024
When the morning jerks the strings
Of marionette puppets from their dreams
Into motion they will spring
Set forth upon that same routine
Carried out upon the wings
Of daylight as it moves and sings
That same old song until it brings
A sense of tired to you and me
As nighttime falls and beckons sleep
A gust of wind will chill and sweep
That sweaty stench of summer heat
And this short break we'll pray to keep
Forever here, to never leave
Copyright © William House | Year Posted 2024
I sit in silence, lost in my thoughts,
On the couch, the TV plays on.
Words on the screen leave marks on my skin,
Like a pencil on paper, a tale yet to be drawn.
Conversing with characters as if they're my friends,
I was dreaming up scenarios in my head.
Wondering about a life beyond this stillness,
I'm yearning for excitement instead.
But reality keeps me rooted in place,
Yet, I remain in a silent space.
Copyright © Vissolela Cristovao | Year Posted 2024
Enigma
As the flesh is
Fattened with
Running rivers
Moving
Throughout it's
Streams we
see other worlds
In other ways, always
Close-away, not far.
Decoded in the maps
Hidden symbols on
Backs, guarded or
Attacked we
Must uncover
Enigmatic patterns.
To reach our goals
Before there be no trace.
Of anything left but
Bones and colorful
Memories on
Walls in halls-
Without a mind
To Reason it out.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016
If I knew not to die in life,
For I have died so many times,
I would turn to stardust,
To be forever immortal.
I would turn into darkness
Not to see my shadow anymore,
And let my eyes be the moon
What lights up the heavy night.
I would change into pure water
To flow downhill from the spring,
To kiss the sea at dawn
And then to rise to the clouds.
I would become a grain of sand,
For the wind to carry me away,
And finally eternity
To turn me back in to a human
Copyright © Vasile Serban | Year Posted 2024
The month we both fell,
Like the leaves
The month you entered my life,
Like the breeze
The month we hummed our favourite new song,
Like the tidal waves crash against the sea
The month we held each other,
Like a promise unspoken
The month of our sleepless nights,
Like wanting to never let go
The month we kissed,
Like the beginning of a new season
The month of our final goodbye,
Like a clock waiting to be stopped
The both of untold confessions,
Like the change of the month.
~Vani
Copyright © Vani Sant | Year Posted 2024
Oh, Mother Earth, our sacred home,
Where we have life and freedom to roam.
Your beauty vast, your glut grand,
A gift to all, across the land.
Yet we humans have battered your grace,
With greed and folly, staining your face.
Pollution poisoned your air and seas,
While deforestation wounded your trees.
Now is the time to think strong,
And heal the Earth, to right the wrong.
Ecofeminism, powerful and kind,
Oh, Earth and women, intertwined.
From Gaia's womb, all hopes spring,
For reverence and harmony for our offspring.
It is now time to tend the land,
And nurture it with a gentle hand.
With ecofeminism as the new mantra,
Let us join hands to plant the seeds of a new era.
Where all beings thrive in harmony,
And vow to always plant a tree fearlessly.
Copyright © Vandana Vikashni Nath | Year Posted 2024
Under vast expanses where silence reigns,
Dreams drift, untethered by reality's chains.
A symphony of stillness envelops the soul,
In silence we embrace, we become whole.
Heartbeats echo the earth's silent song,
Unseen connections to which we belong.
Meaning emerges without the need for rhyme,
A testament to existence, sublime.
Horizons blur, where sky meets land,
A meaning to time's endless sand.
Mountains loom, silent giants in wait,
Their presence a reminder of fate.
Rivers carve paths with regular grace,
A journey unseen, leaving only a trace.
Life moves to an unspoken beat,
In its flow, a story complete.
Here, amongst the cosmos' quiet beauty,
Truth finds its voice, unfettered and free.
Poetry exists, beyond the confines of rhyme,
In every shared moment, suspended in time.
Copyright © Vaibhav Kartik | Year Posted 2024
Sometimes i wish
That i could crawl out of my skin
Bare all my sins
Flay myself open
And watch as i bleed
Maybe then i might feel
Some sense of release
A lessening of the weight
That suffocates me as i try to breathe
Maybe if i could breathe and i could see
I might not feel so dirty
But if i bare all my sins
And let everything out in the air
People would really see
The pathetic being i am underneath
Copyright © Tiara Hamberg | Year Posted 2024
Two houses is what I call home, with two kitchens and a bed in 2 places I roam, I walk the streets without knowing what’s next, could it be the worst or maybe be the best, with arguments I hear and the stuff that I see, is everything hidden under an oak tree, with secrets to have and nothing to be told is something that made these places so cold, for I don’t like to argue or scream or shout, but sometimes it’s how my words get out, for I sit late at night, not a sound in reach, for the things I say in my head I will preach, for 2 of everything all of my life, I wonder what it’s like for a husband and a wife, when you get married how do you feel, do you feel as if the world has just gotten real, do u want this person for the rest of your life, or maybe you don’t want a husband or wife, for questions I ask who will answer, like diseases in the world, what causes cancer, with the things I own, and the things I share, I wonder if I get all up in peoples hair, do I bother people I know, but they just don’t let it show, do they know I’m here or just a sound in there ear, with two cars and dogs, the answer lays in the fog, something you mightn’t understand, or maybe you just cant, when you look at the sky and you ask why, you only live a bit, so ask every question with a smile, I can’t tell you this and I can’t tell you that, cause you promised this and I promised that, I miss people that are dead, but I don’t tell anyone cause it’s different in my head, I wish it was one home with one happy family, with one dad one mam and we all live happily, with my sister and my brother, we’re from the same mother, I might not know his father but i know I’m some man’s daughter, for those who choose to leave and those who choose to stay are the people I hope to see everyday, I don’t read this note, cause it’s not something I quote, I leave the thoughts in my head and put my thinking to bed, because when it’s late and night when there is no light, i think and I sit, and I watch and I blink, the more blinks I take, is the more tired I’ll be, but I can’t stop thinking for what’s best for me, do I talk to someone, do I say what I need to, but what’s in my head I don’t want to be in yours too, i cry to myself cause I find comfort all alone, but some days I wish it wasn’t 2 places I called home,
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2024
Cursed
I was cursed from the moment. The sperm hit the egg
that laid inside my mother’s womb
I was cursed with the DNA from both sides of the family.
I stood no chance born into the world already knowing fear and rejection
I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg
deep with them my mother‘s womb
I stood no chance into a family that had no morals or compassion
born into a family to be used and abused
I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg,
nestled within my mother’s womb
born into loneliness and despair trying to breathe some different air
not knowing right from wrong.
The parents play a familiar song
Do as I say as not what you want.
I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg
Nestle with in my mother’s womb
Born into slavery. I had no chance brush aside from uncles and aunts
abused by the very blood that my heart now pumps through my veins
I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg
nestle deep within my mother‘s womb
born fighting to be loved to be wanted, and safe
only to fear my very faith
grow up, like them, or try and take the curse,
and never suffer forever more
at a young age to beg for death because that must be better than this
I was curse from the moment the sperm hit the egg
nestle deep with my mother‘s womb born, wishing to be in a tomb
Copyright © Stella Andrews | Year Posted 2024
The journey of life is not a competition
We stand alone as we run our individual race
edging slowly and steadily towards a certain transition
Everyone with a different strategy and pace
When we eventually arrive at our live’s end
It won’t matter how swift the race was done
But how we fared through every bend
Fulfilling the destiny for which we were born
Copyright © Stanley Ekezie | Year Posted 2024
Artist
Her model is me
She created a modern human
Dark with the light
Where is the light?
She kept it safe on her safe
She's my role model
I whim I have a role in her life
She has a big heart
Kept in God
How would I get it?
Should I go to God
Mybe her church got the answer
She's my perfect
Extraordinary
Sometimes I think she is
Extraterrestrial
Copyright © Sipho Carlos | Year Posted 2024
They freely live in Darkened Pass
with feet down chained
and hands held fast
to gods of sand and glass.
For in the shadow of Darkened Pass
no life can hold its own and last.
With passion each gasping for air, but
breath has no Breath.
In the light of Heaven's Pass
where feet run free
and hands held high to
the Son Of God leaves His seat
To go down to Darkened Pass
to lose His life to bring to life
and give Spirit to the air,
so that breath may have its Breath.
Copyright © Simeon Labuschagne | Year Posted 2024
On the morning of the dawn of my life, I wake
into a world where I am good, and I am loved,
and every passing moment of it is called
Miracle,
without need for such words,
known unspoken even as we speak them.
In rich awakening of the senses, I call with
the new creatures of the world,
pulled from the great darkness into existence and told to breathe.
Again, and again. How sweet, how enduring—
that golden undercurrent flowing beneath it all.
That moment of outstretched arms, in greeting and in reverence.
I have knelt before a hearth gone cold and dreamt of fire. That is to say,
I have stood warmed by the Sun of my life and made it my faith.
Again, and again. Inherent and rhythmic as
the breath
or the dawn,
let me pray each night for sunlight
and wake in gratitude,
once more.
Copyright © Sebastian Bell | Year Posted 2024
feeling alone is the outside looking in
at the crowd filled with self-doubt you don't fit in
hurting so bad your heart easily tares apart tissue thin
trying to get over it jump man above the rim
being alone you either get stronger or break
become more vulnerable or skin forms thick as a milkshake fighting to float from drowning your tears deep as a lake self reflection is a horror nightmare keeping you awake
no shoulder to lean on or cry
your whole self existence you start to question why
because the truth can hurt more than a lie
and the truth might be alone you die
Copyright © Scott Ortiz | Year Posted 2024