The Yearning, Poetry by Rishi Abhishek

Oh! Lord, how I have tried to write my heart out,

pouring it out like a waterfall into an abyss,

out on the paper in ink,

and how I have failed

to make it seen,

that which is invisible,

Genre: People, Emotion, Struggle

The Yearning by Rishi Abhishek

Oh! Lord, how I have tried to write my heart out,

pouring it out like a waterfall into an abyss,

out on the paper in ink,

and how I have failed

to make it seen,

that which is invisible,

that which I can only feel but not see,

and that which is not ought to be shown,

to them who seek to see

with privy eyes,

but to them who can see the soul of others,

just as they can feel their own.

That which I try to allude to,

that which has always eluded me,

that which others know only

through great works by great men,

but none knows, as none sees,

for they ween theirs to be it.

And nothing has changed,though;

And though nothing has changed,

everything that has seemed so hollow

has been filled again

by nothing more than its own vacancy,

For what is meant to be filled

never ought to be left hollow:

the Heart, lest of all things.

And then, time takes it forward,

as change takes it over,

and man with strangeness in his eyes,

looks at what is familiar,

that which is inevitable and immortal,

that which he thought was himself.”

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Sing Anew, O Freedom, Poetry by Jonathan Baltzly

O, hark! Let Freedom sing

Of times anew, times to be

Of days forgotten, days lost

O, see her embark, taking wing

Genre: Rhyme, Political, People, Society

Sing Anew, O Freedom
by Jonathan Baltzly

O, hark! Let Freedom sing

Of times anew, times to be

Of days forgotten, days lost

O, see her embark, taking wing

Flying upon all that lives

“Joy!” She exclaims!

Dark clouds near, now disappear

Light shines in heaven

Let the earth be illuminated!

Freedom and Justice, her friend

Liberty her companion

And more gather in the skies

To sing a new, yet familiar tune.

She is not satisfied,

For Mankind has abandoned Truth,

Her closest confidant.

O, hark! She sheds tears as diamonds.

Joy continues to be silent to her cry

Happiness left the land long ago,

But has promised to return.

“O, Love! You abound in hearts and minds

Perhaps Hope will heal Mankind.”

She sighs again, with Liberty at her side

Patience shows her face;

She is followed by Grace,

And finally Strength,

The legend that trampled Evil to its grave.

Strength lifted up her voice

“O, hark! Today is the day!

Let us join once more

We may face War,

We will serve with Honor,

We will uphold Peace,

And Joy will follow in our wake.”

Freedom stood, looking to the North

“Verily, Strength has proclaimed

And lamented words heard before,

From the voice of Truth itself.”

Thus was the resurrection of Truth,

And it came forth

From the heights and depths

To reclaim its rightful place.

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Wrecked life in the glow of years that winds through mites of truth, Poetry by Mimmie Dana

Genre: Life

Wrecked life in the glow of years that winds through mites of truth

by Mimmie Dana

Chaos was born under a dark shadow
falls without a safety net down in the abyss
falls for the unfinished task faced by an invisible force of wisdom
choosing the wrong over again
wish to find the meaning
chaos never cries out loud
simply swallows anger harshly
without security the fake lackeys are revealed who presumes to ridicule the already mocked soul
misleading direction makes earnings rise up
inventing an impossible way to gain self-respect
complete fall heals wounds
blowing for the years of deception
the cold shower of disclosure vortices up an image of another who wants to love themselves completely whole again
shouting
love me whole
love me more
despite all the wrongs.

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Whatever next?, Poetry by Alex Cottle

A seed

May find it’s way

among the soil.

Let it stay, let it grow…

or land they will, the flock of crows.

Genres: Dystopia, relationship, free will and love.

Whatever next? by Alex Cottle

A seed

May find it’s way

among the soil.

Let it stay, let it grow…

or land they will, the flock of crows.

Either way, it may die.

Maybe a butterfly’s wing beat will cause it’s ruin.

Perhaps it endures. Whatever next?

Shall we stand here, questioning, perplexed?

It will grow, taking up precious space.

Space that could more than easily be replaced.

It is time to decide, is it in our favour?

Will it flower? Shall we save her?

Or will we uproot it? Call me a traitor.

Nature! Nature! Hear my call,

please do not stall.

Do not make this feeling linger.

For is that not why you gave us minds?

What use is the mind, when we have conscience?

The smart decisions are almost always nonsense.

We feel bad, sad, clad in blackmail,

irons, chains.

But the tick is this my friend, my companion.

Whatever we determine is already determined.

The purpose,

of this seed, rooted inside,

grants you permission to think you decide.

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Marvelous Universe, Poetry by Karina Pinella

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

Genre: Comic Book, Fantasy, Superhero

Marvelous Universe

By Karina Pinella, 1/28/16

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

The origin of their powers vary, from accidental to intentional.

Most times triggered by a life of drama (or one big trauma).

A turning point that makes them live on edge—

An existence full of violence.

Some team up in groups of four, five, six, or more,

Such as Fantastic Four, X-Men, and Avengers.

They save the world that’s always imperiled—

In the Marvel Universe.

Thanks, Stan Lee,

For a roster full of beings extraordinaire,

Giving our lives vicarious adventures—

A mix of humor, furor, and lots of color.

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Don’t Leave Me, Poetry by Arian Fatius

Midnight hour is howling
Chilling wind is swirling
It’s raining outside

I come to your room
As you waiting for me
There you are
Tempting me with your beauty

genre : sex, passion, love, couple

Don’t Leave Me

by Arian Fatius

Midnight hour is howling

Chilling wind is swirling

It’s raining outside

I come to your room

As you waiting for me

There you are

Tempting me with your beauty

When I kissed your forehead

Down to your eyes

There I see a beutiful thing

The way you breath

The way you look at me

Stay here a little more

I want to hug you

Eyes that roam

As my finger wander

Your thoughts linger

And I heard your moan

As I lick your neck

Blow my breath on your erected nipple

As your heart is strobing

While you keep stroking me

You moved your hips so intense

As we caressing each other

Don’t leave me alone

When the pleasure comes

through the cold night

Let’s stay like this a bit more

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DAS NICHTS, Poetry by Juan Antonio Garcia

The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.

Genre: Relationship, Love

DAS NICHTS
by Juan Antonio Garcia

The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.

We are mirrors of nothing, humans
When we discern our path of silt,
We expect to see a space and a time
But we are nothing and thus we dream

Nothing is space and nothing is time
Nothing our interior neither our exterior
Beings that don´t long for anything,
They only live for laughter or for nothing.

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The Secret Life Of A Shadow, Poetry by Mahitha Kasireddi

Claim you know them?

All the life forms?

What if I told you,

Of another class alive?

No, Don’t fetch, my pal,

Genre: Fiction, Life, Relationship

The Secret Life Of A Shadow
by Mahitha Kasireddi

Claim you know them?

All the life forms?

What if I told you,

Of another class alive?

No, Don’t fetch, my pal,

It is only one

And one for all

The tier of a moving car,

Rising smoke of a cigar.

Like the battered wheat dough.

Turns into anything

Intangible, faceless being

Can’t fit into a case,

Or a tightly chained cage

Look at you,

Foolish to capture a vestige!

A phantasmal silhouette

Cast on the curtains

Against the moonshine of a winter night

Gather some guts to tear it down

With a mighty stroke of a knife

Look, it appears behind your trembling spine,

Enlarged, contracted

Slid and disappeared

Isn’t it taking you for a ride?

Don’t draw any sinister plans

Your wisdom, sorry

A major shortfall.

Why do the gravest of crimes

Happen during pitch dark times?

A faint column of light brings in a witness,

Records the ugly sins of a poisoned conscious

If you are still wondering

What is so fluid as wine,

thin as air, quick as a butterfly,

Like a feeble water bubble,

Refuses to go invisible.

Let me reveal to you

To your own,

For a quite long time now,

The unacknowledged chapters

Of the secret life of a shadow.

-Mahitha Kasireddi

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HearT ShapeD BubbleS, Poetry by hillary bryan

Musical sun drops

Deliriously lovely, lovely spoken notions potions & thoughts

Our hearts joined the spirit of the earth

With the key to the sky

Ask the answer to the riddle

GENRE : Dub Poetry & Performer, Inspirational, Love, Motivational, Organically Sensual, Uplifting, Expansion, Gypsy Poet

HearT ShapeD BubbleS

by hillary bryan

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Musical sun drops

Deliriously lovely, lovely spoken notions potions & thoughts

Our hearts joined the spirit of the earth

With the key to the sky

Ask the answer to the riddle

There’ll be no reply

None could come in the form of word

“It” is too vast in simplicity to try

Mystical Fun Spots

Mysteriously intriguing light year highways

I gotta heart shaped bubble machine with phantom power

Spluttering rainbow dreams

Floating on the breeze down your street, into your window

And landing on your nose with a “plop”

Just before you catch sight of yourself in it

Learning to live life with the lights on

Grounded from below just as above

Heaven on earth happens inside me

Delightful to be totally free

Pilot of your own heart

Through the creative hit restart

Don’t think

Feel Again – FEEL again

Capable of divinity

Sold on mediocrity

Sleepwalkers mistake mud in the eye for the landscape

We far from powerless have allowed ourselves to be bound

Mistaking victimization for a crown

Let us throw off these heavy cloaks of self loathing

We have been convinced life is an eternal winter

And we need the illusions of earth for warmth

When a raging fire burns from within

Here and now sending my life pulse out to you

It is the same beat as your breath

My intentions rise and fall with the rhythm of your chest

We’re already holding hands you and I

Even though I am over the rainbow and through the sky

In this dream of a dream I know you are near

I give you my heart

Yet lose nothing but fear

Stepping up into a new level of love

The rooftop blows off from above

There are worlds within one breath

This is not about me

This is about you

Your heart, and opening it

Without ever having touched

I have known you more intimately than a lover

Our ecstasy not confined in bodies

You have played my soul like music with your words

Shivers and goose bumps visit me as I feel your thoughts

And your perspective intertwines with mine

I am lost in deciphering their differences

I go home with a piece of you today

Our energies altered, connected, grown

~ written by the selectress,

hillary bryan

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ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, Poetry by Coni Koepfinger

On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again

Genre: Relationship, Love, Romance

ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
by Coni Koepfinger

On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
On Tuesday there was no more time
To say anything more
To plan anything
To get a bed or to pack
Dreams, new dreams gone.
Just gone.
We were so hopeful.
At last, after seven years, free.
If only we could see
The time vanishing
Right before our eyes
If only we could hear
It all winding down
In the human heart
Those slow burning embers
Of human desperation
Sizzling out to ash
Why is it always too late
To late to take out the trash
And to let the other love you
It’s always a matter of time
Isn’t it?
A matter of time.
Yet what is time?
And why am I still surprised
By my ignorance
By my arrogance
Why do we always want more time
Perhaps it’s ego
To want to know
To want to go back in time
To make the words all rhyme
To let our last words be loving ones
And to make more, just a little more time.

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