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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 3:11pm
3rd Dec 2023 3:11pm
The Mystic Spirit Of The Morning Forest
A morning walk in the pine forest, as everything was ripe for the feet to be stretched and the mind to be swept clean, as some nights are such dark that all the world's lights are not enough to illuminate its abyssal glooms.
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots that peep,thick and laden with...
A journey along the upward track,left by morning shepherds, aiming to pump a new feeling into the tired heart,utterly drained of its emotional slang and truthful glossary, as the brain was a few inches to collapse....
The morning mist like a veiled face, gives way only to bright glistening pearly dots that peep,thick and laden with...
#kindness
#forgiveness
#motivational
#gratitude
#emotions
198 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 8:43am
1st Dec 2023 8:43am
survivors
Survivors
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 2:44pm
31st Oct 2023 2:44pm
From Nature Into The Book
If you can't change your own habits, how can you change peoples'.
if you want to know how people feel, try hard to stay in their places and situation, then if you can, try to feel.
i can give you solution to your questions, which will fade away as soon as you walk away; " Go look for the answer ".....
Poetry is " lyrics " of the music of your feelings,so, know how to play your heart strings, they might sound dissonant if you fake them..
To be insolent is to give negative answers to positive questions and statements ...
if you want to know how people feel, try hard to stay in their places and situation, then if you can, try to feel.
i can give you solution to your questions, which will fade away as soon as you walk away; " Go look for the answer ".....
Poetry is " lyrics " of the music of your feelings,so, know how to play your heart strings, they might sound dissonant if you fake them..
To be insolent is to give negative answers to positive questions and statements ...
#happiness
#forgiveness
#motivational
#gratitude
#emotions
226 reads
4 Comments
AaliyahRose
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 00:31am
1st Jul 2023 00:31am
To My Inner Child
I’m confined.
I’m quiet.
I’m struggling.
I’m crying.
I’m dying.
But not afraid.
I saw my child like self sitting in a tight yet suffocating, yet unbelievable, yet cold, yet dark room.
She sits in the corner trying to reach her grownup self but the adult me doesn’t seem to let her have the time to express that she too need to share a body of one with her in order to feel whole, alive, carefree, playful, laughing everything that a person should be able to have time for in the world of being grown up.Child me watches from afar the repetition of grownup days...
I’m quiet.
I’m struggling.
I’m crying.
I’m dying.
But not afraid.
I saw my child like self sitting in a tight yet suffocating, yet unbelievable, yet cold, yet dark room.
She sits in the corner trying to reach her grownup self but the adult me doesn’t seem to let her have the time to express that she too need to share a body of one with her in order to feel whole, alive, carefree, playful, laughing everything that a person should be able to have time for in the world of being grown up.Child me watches from afar the repetition of grownup days...
#love
#hope
#forgiveness
#respect
#emotions
650 reads
1 Comment
ThePoet632
CrossWords
CrossWords
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 8:49pm
3rd May 2023 8:49pm
Only Words
-If you stay at your desk waiting for the muse,
Erato might be in the woods with Pan playing the flute
-If you suffer from Racism and bigotry, you must first use the whole palette,then let people choose the colors they prefer.
-" Do not forget that the Evil that lives around you,
yours is a part of it.."
-" If you think that your secrets are hidden from others,
you should know that you spill them,
through your words, unawares "
-" We all are X's and Y's, like Adam and Eve
if a factor...
Erato might be in the woods with Pan playing the flute
-If you suffer from Racism and bigotry, you must first use the whole palette,then let people choose the colors they prefer.
-" Do not forget that the Evil that lives around you,
yours is a part of it.."
-" If you think that your secrets are hidden from others,
you should know that you spill them,
through your words, unawares "
-" We all are X's and Y's, like Adam and Eve
if a factor...
#happiness
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
284 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 1:08pm
10th Apr 2023 1:08pm
Jealousy!
By Stanley Collymore
Why is jealousy so vituperatively
and often openly condemned
and not all that unnaturally
by those same people who clearly are
not themselves above employing this
same sentiment, when it’s irrefutably
directly suitable for them? Naturally,
automatically, quite unquestionably,
avidly essentially envying someone
else or even several other persons,
solely because you so distinctively
feel or quite innately actually think
for whatever evidently, steadfastly
clung to reasons which you...
Why is jealousy so vituperatively
and often openly condemned
and not all that unnaturally
by those same people who clearly are
not themselves above employing this
same sentiment, when it’s irrefutably
directly suitable for them? Naturally,
automatically, quite unquestionably,
avidly essentially envying someone
else or even several other persons,
solely because you so distinctively
feel or quite innately actually think
for whatever evidently, steadfastly
clung to reasons which you...
#strength
#forgiveness
#motivational
#inspirational
#admiration
161 reads
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Academic
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 11:47am
3rd Apr 2023 11:47am
The fallacy of Disappointment!
By Stanley Collymore
What basically either genuinely or in solid realistic terms is a disappointment; and in actuality haven’t human beings been overly, consistently and erroneously using this terminology very deceptively? I personally think so, and here is my reasoning explicitly in support of my theory. A man or a woman fail most miserably in attracting, much less so attaining the love partner they’d quietly and intensely or alternatively openly and vaingloriously endeavoured to sustain as their own! Is that a d disappointment?
Only if the two persons in question had...
What basically either genuinely or in solid realistic terms is a disappointment; and in actuality haven’t human beings been overly, consistently and erroneously using this terminology very deceptively? I personally think so, and here is my reasoning explicitly in support of my theory. A man or a woman fail most miserably in attracting, much less so attaining the love partner they’d quietly and intensely or alternatively openly and vaingloriously endeavoured to sustain as their own! Is that a d disappointment?
Only if the two persons in question had...
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#admiration
#emotions
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BrookeAlynn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 1:59pm
15th Feb 2023 1:59pm
Cupid Is A Warrior
On a hot summers day, her in a depressive state, grabbed pen and paper, and opened the gate.
A cemetery ready, the scene matching mood, firey scribble, mark out...then redo.
Tears flooding lines, a gun in her bag, if poetry didn't work, shed trigger hurt dead.
Looking up to blue skies, screaming to God, Please just let me die!!
Peripheral vision catching glimpse of a figure in the trees, she knew someone was there, but who could it be?
Eyes straight ahead, her sleeve wiping tears, to get a better view of the being who's shadow was...
A cemetery ready, the scene matching mood, firey scribble, mark out...then redo.
Tears flooding lines, a gun in her bag, if poetry didn't work, shed trigger hurt dead.
Looking up to blue skies, screaming to God, Please just let me die!!
Peripheral vision catching glimpse of a figure in the trees, she knew someone was there, but who could it be?
Eyes straight ahead, her sleeve wiping tears, to get a better view of the being who's shadow was...
#love
#strength
#forgiveness #redemption
#forgiveness #redemption
151 reads
3 Comments
BrookeAlynn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 12:13pm
15th Feb 2023 12:13pm
Family Photo
Love her heart!
My great grandmother will be 98 this year.
She loves to sit on her front porch in the summer, making pictures out of clouds.
Her daughter, my grandmother, always snipping back, where mom? Although I see what she's talking about clear as day, my grandmother has a short fuse. Its really sad too, I mean, what's it gonna hurt for you to just agree and say, yeah mom, I see it too?
Nonetheless, she wants to argue with her like it matters.
So when my grandma turns her head, I whisper to my great grandmother, I see it too.
And...
My great grandmother will be 98 this year.
She loves to sit on her front porch in the summer, making pictures out of clouds.
Her daughter, my grandmother, always snipping back, where mom? Although I see what she's talking about clear as day, my grandmother has a short fuse. Its really sad too, I mean, what's it gonna hurt for you to just agree and say, yeah mom, I see it too?
Nonetheless, she wants to argue with her like it matters.
So when my grandma turns her head, I whisper to my great grandmother, I see it too.
And...
#love
#kindness
#forgiveness
#redemption
#emotions
142 reads
2 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 4:48am
2nd Feb 2023 4:48am
I think of her.
I think about her,even when I don't want too. My love for her makes her unforgettable, Isn't that a song. Wow she is a sweet song that plays over and over in my head. My heart can't forget her. Nor can my flesh forget her touch, nor can my eyes forget her enchanting beauty,or her radiating smile.
Oh how do I think of her, all though I don't want too. Oh what a pain to the heart now that we are apart. And I say that I am moving on, but at snails pace. I gave her all my heart to her. True and full love no half measures. ...
Oh how do I think of her, all though I don't want too. Oh what a pain to the heart now that we are apart. And I say that I am moving on, but at snails pace. I gave her all my heart to her. True and full love no half measures. ...
#love
#strength
#forgiveness
#respect
#emotions
497 reads
1 Comment
Tammy_Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 1:40pm
23rd Jan 2023 1:40pm
Love is chaos
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
319 reads
1 Comment
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
18th Dec 2022 6:43am
18th Dec 2022 6:43am
The Sword of Mordred: Part VIII
#love
#forgiveness
#rebirth
#memories
#redemption
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Forgiveness
