Genre: Relationship
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We have been waiting, We have being waiting, We kept quite We kept quite Please tell me… When are we going to inhale the fresh air? We lived under the umbrella of brotherhood Yet nor peace alive, Copyright Abdulkadir Abdulrahim |
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Genre-lyric poem
(Little joy- eternal joy) by Inna Aomi Sumi
Find your glory littliest soul
Fill up your senses with these splendor
In every heartbeat of yours
When you do,seal it to eternity
For when you are old and weary
Incarcerated by emotions
You will find great delight in these, the greatest joy your soul can cherish~
For life is fleeting & frailty will knock your door soon
But, little one
Don’t let your dream escape
Like a curdled cloud
Lock it in your heart
Nurture your dream
Keep your glory alive
For when you’re old and weary
Sailing in the wildernesses
Consuming the air of perplexity
They will be your hope
They will regenerate your dream
Young and lively once again~
Like the first return of joyful spring after harsh winter~
You will find happiness once again~
Tis my thoughts for you~
Till then littliest soul~
Find a reason to smile everyday without holding
Back~
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Genre: Relationship
Rest in Peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.by Sinjini Sengupta
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I can’t say why –
But have you not noticed too?
That,
Decembers…
These days..
They got colder
Colder than before
Colder than ever
colder in a different way?
It is a chill of another kind –
Oh, it is! It is!
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It pierces through you in your sleep
It travels down your spine;
It makes you feel angry
and helpless,
Beyond, words can reach.
You shudder and you thank,
Because you are alive,
and because you could die!
And you cannot decide
To be selfish or to cry?
Or to turn your neck aside
And pretend it’s still all well?
Perhaps, you can’t think any more
Oh, so do I!
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But you cannot but still wonder
What if she never became
That legend, that name,
That crusader, as they say!
But then, she would still be
Sipping into hot coffee
On a chilly winter night
With friends, or just like that!
As her Mom would
Perhaps,
Rub coconut oil to her hair
Or complain, like ours do,
When she’d get home late again!
Oh, trust her when she says,
She never asked for a new name!
But then, we gave her one!
So that we don’t forget.
That –
We could still not decide
And,
Still not find our way!
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“Rest in peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.”
(In remembrance, Jyoti Singh Pandey.)
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Genre: Life, Society
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD by Kevin Short
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
AS MAD AS HATTERS
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
ITS ALL IN TATTERS
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
BATS IN THE BELFRY
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
NOT EVEN HEALTHY
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
IT’S OH SO SAD
AND OH, WOE AM I
ITS TIME TO DO OR DIE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
BUT WE CAN CHANGE IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
WE’LL REARRANGE IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
YES, WE CAN BEAT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
WE CAN DEFEAT IT
WE’LL ALL GO MAD
RAVING MAD
WE’LL ALL GET CERTIFIED
AND OH, WOE BETIDE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
COME ON AND SHOUT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
READ ALL ABOUT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
ITS WACKADOODLE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
MAD IN THE NOODLE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
SO LET’S GO MAD
AND OH, WOE BETIDE
NOBODY WILL SURVIVE!
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Genre: Life
The world is a stage by Kila Price
The world is a stage
And we, the performers.
Acting out our lives for unknown powers. Presenting ourselves to beings of wonder.
As the lights shine on us, we find ourselves in states of splendor.
But the stage is small.
And the performers grow. But one would think to continue the show
for the dark and unknown.
A show that could win an award if working together, divides and elongates for the desire for stardom.
We break our bonds of friendship, no longer united, shed blood, sparing one another still undecided. And we sprawl. We sprawl. To be applauded. Little do we know its what the unknown always wanted.
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Genre: Race and Love
3 SONS by Natalia Mwananshiku
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Genre: Relationship
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#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO by Iiafiam Immortal
Flash backs caused by a back flash through a camera lens as the butterfly knife performs a Ballarat parawet, yet no actual reversal of time. There is no 1.21 giggawatt flux capacitor and doc emmit with a Shelby to correct The past ,and that’s fine. Only my unlikely future endeavors have formulated in My brain cell chemistry lab of hope, That resides in the entire non-motor anterior region of the frontal lobe. My beloved cerebellum triggers emotions, I’ve jumped springs to get to this level of chemical imbalance beams where one slip has lead to a plethora of broken dreams without a team to applaud my losses, and a artificial brain is no substitute worthy enough to stop the referees forfeit. You see A thousand cuts wasn’t a form of Lingchi torture It was My unconventional way to release the endorphins that powers my euphoria. Cuddos to my insanity for finding a way to clear my vision as I travel on the road that will eventually lead to my suicide. To the untrained eye a push up of the skin could make one weaker. To the trained eye a push up of the skin could bring strength in the presence of a self mutilation seeker. Bravo brain, Bravo! Because you are the most remarkable feature, Giving oneself enough sense to take its own life when the fire surrounds the steeple, and that is why i I love you. I love you so much I would like to saw the skull That covers you, pull you out, look at you, kiss you and then smush you. |
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Genre: Death, Relationship
R.I.P William by Vashaun D Baker
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Life….well young friend You couldn’t out run that blimp In a race car On a highway with clear roads because the bridge brakes at an incline Launched into the sky through rings of fire like dare devil Evel Knievel without a wind chime, Or a cricket…silence! Let see him out run death today, And if he doesn’t he still deserves the up most praise, Because who can say they went to the level he did to put a smile on someone’s face. Shhh quite! listen to the onlookers hearts beat simultaneously , Almost like the sound of a drum in the percussion section of a marching band. The man who screamed “I hope he dies!” Was beating and removed from the stands. How dare you wish death upon a beautiful man. Only supporters fill these seats, And if that man was to die In that car I could mention the names of multiple people who would rather have started that ignition sequence. Thoughts have traveled a million miles per hour while our hero sits in the sky , Then at the clap of a hand of someone who thought he would survive, he lands with a blown out tire, Because the car landed with to much pressure on one of its sides, And as everyone covers their mouths and begin to rise, the automobile begins to ribbon twirl like an Olympic medalist with gold in front of her eyes, But the actual gold was inside, Rushed to the hospital you can almost imagine the chants from outside, Until the Window closes. Now all he hears is the beautiful whispers from the ones standing on his left and sitting on his right. Beep, Beep, Beep ,Beep,Beep, beep Almost to the same rhythm of the one outside, Yelling Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! He lost his life, but reminded us of ours Another successful night – Vashaun D Baker |
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Genre: Relationship
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My Daughter, My Delight by Khan Mohd
Life was dull though no dent was visible on her face It was slightly scary though no shrill was making me shiver But everything was in pause, deadlocked and standstill.
On one chilly evening, I was ambling outside the labour room Suddenly, I heard the call of life warped in a warm and soft blanket When I hold her, I realised that the life rests in a blissful innocence.
Her beaming eyes were powerful enough to illuminate my senses And her warmth was stimulating enough to make me alive once again Since then I have been living with a pious delight, the life, my daughter.
Surprisingly, it was not the borrowed happiness, it was a gifted smile A daughter is always dear to her dad and always close to his heart A daughter is enough to make you proud and happy. |
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Genre: DARK
My Demons NADIA CABALLERO |
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