He stays focused on his mind
Imagining a place you’ll never find
He got his pen
And wrote his note
A poem for a person he once fought
Genre: Sad, Hurt
The Silent Warrior
by Maj Excel Escanlar
He stays focused on his mind
Imagining a place you’ll never find
He got his pen
And wrote his note
A poem for a person he once fought
This poet wrote for a special one
And she just made him out of fun
She’d just taken for granted
His love and effort
Then with his own will
She ran
He told others after that
What he’d been through
He was shocked
With words of wisdom came from his mouth
He now tell tales of hatred
As long as north reached the south
He didn’t try to hurt her
Or cursed the people who likes her
All he did was beg for her to go back
Too bad her pride was high as a garbage truck
He failed
He was pitied
All he had was a pen
A note
Or a typing machine
To express his feelings
No care
No effort
No one will be hurt
He thought
So He write
He cry
While tears on the paper dry
He’s fighting the memories
On his face
You can’t see any bliss.
There is good inside me
And I have learnt to show it
There is beauty inside me
And I have learnt to accept it
There is love inside me
And I have learnt to share it
Good people fill this world
And I now attract them
Great experiences await
And I now explore them
Abundance is my birthright
And I have claimed it all
Beauty all around me
Clearer than the dawn light
Power lies within me
Awaits my awareness
Amazing things are found
If only I seek them
Make of this what you will
Your reality thus
Not because it is true
So it is just to you
For your world you create
Your state of mind dictates
Immense freedom of choice
Always you have a voice
To influence within you
That which is without you Right now with no…
Over the hills, mountains and valleys
Lies beauty untold and mysteries unsolved
That which is only wondered about
As where things are pure, good and great
A place yearned for like a distant land
Only to be reached in the afterlife
In these cities, towns and villages
Are sights to behold, discover, treasure
That which there is never time to explore
And is here now and waiting to be seen
Experiences to be savoured, cherished
This life, the other side of the same coin
That which is near can also be afar
For distance is a creation of mind
Expressed as matter, so solid and real
Beauty is never here nor there, just is
Always can be appreciated
Enjoyed, visited, imagined, beheld
Life is neither before or after, just is
Laughter and love to be seized in the now The now of…
When you left I thought it was for good
Now I know you reside in my heart
On your anniversary I always sulked
Now I choose to wear bright colours
How dare I be so selfish?
Where was my gratitude?
I spent two years in a mental flood
Because of my own lack of control
I cried and begged for you to stay with me
I let others lead me
Not knowing all along you carried me
Indulged me and awaited my understanding
I was so hung up on losing you
I forgot to celebrate the great times we shared
I always knew there was a reason for you in my life
Little did I know I would have you only for seasons
You are my reason to smash my goals
Over and over, one by one, I smash them
Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate
Genre: Love, Relationship, Romance
Soulmate
by Frank Carl John Wellenstein
Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate
True love, true trust
A perfectness
Our souls together as one
Till kingdom come
A feeling of forever
Always with u my love
My destiny, My fate
Soulmate
We grow together everyday, every way
My best friend, till the end
All my life
Sharing smiles
Clearing tears
Our love wont wait
Soulmate
Our bodies grow old now
Our hearts still strong
A love forever long
Earth and heavens gate
Soulmate
And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,
Genre: Love, Relationship
Dearly Beloved
by Marquis Green
And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,
as you flimsily make your way out of each encounter forgetting each time to put yourself
together again, and your mind claws at its walls,
are we making the same mistakes again,
could we have found love again, and I’ll make my heart stand aside,
and ask if you could abide by my crazy demands,
because for some silly reason, my hearts demand is happiness.
We forgot what it was like to not know perfection but find it in each other,
and we started to learn how to live with regret,
and the burdens became heavier to hold,
still they became easier when we were together.
I met you on the side of a back alley in Calcutta,
and you met me for the first time as the dealer kept an ace under his sleeve to give Chris his
advantage. Don’t we all want that sunrise story,
that perfect encounter?
And yet everyone still looks down on my dearly beloved,
forced to hide feeling for ambition, as a hold of depression takes over and becomes her position,
her condition is worsened by the hate she keeps inside for herself.
I knew it,
I saw the signs.
I felt it, I wore the scars.
And I see everything and everyone pass you by, and all I know is that you’re running out of time.
Sympathy takes my emotion,
and my soul becomes a commotion,
gathering steam in an attempt to drown your sorrow,
and murder becomes the answer, and the mirror reveals all my horror.
Pain is gone. And we, as now one, can rejoice in the celebration that you are never alone.
And yet, you’re ready to let that go and I’m ready to let you go.
Was it a mistake, each moment that drives our abuse, each dose that douses our hopes, however
loose our bonds to dreams are, and happiness is never far.
And what will tomorrow bring?
Every new sound to hammer hope into a broken commitment will leave me without grounding,
and I’ll be left for dead at a destroyed altar,
and I’ve heard it all, found alone,
and all the walls marked with the words
to know life goes on, and that we will have the strength to move on.
And what did you find in me?
Some distorted truth, pinpointed poison
lies that helped you realize nothing’s perfect,
and the only time everything was normal was in this young love’s youth.
I feel it too.
I write this to you, my dearly beloved.
For the house we made has burned to the ground, but these bricks still stand.
Each picture depicts a crime scene, for we are all thieves now,
for stealing these moments from ones that we truly need.
For each person that took a part of you, I am sorry.
For each person who maimed your soul, I still worry.
For each ring that becomes a mirror into you, I am sorry.
Dearly beloved.
Today is 20 years ago.
17 we met.
3 we loved.
A lifetime, we knew.
Today,
we
grieve.
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