Sun Set

The sunsets with the old,
to bring in the new
Opportunities untold,
appear with the beautiful morning dew
A loud chime for change
A time to re-arrange,
what we think we knew

I.P.Jaya
Instagram: @i.p.jaya

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Kissed by the Mist

Smitten by the love you’ve shown
Kissed by the drifting mist
Morning and night I am all alone
Feels like I almost don’t exist

The break of the dawn seems helpless
All by myself, with the heart of stone
Without you, I’ll always be restless
The voice that calms me is now unknown

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IG: @alwayswithlovekat

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The Poet and The Verse

What if the one who made this verse
is a poet?
What if he’s a man who drinks too merrily?
If not, then why do the planets seem drunk and wobbly,
and the stars always ready to kill each other that easily?
Isn’t he, the one who wrote the winds?
For how can someone simply pen the winds and sprinkle life in them?
What a skillful master he would have been,
to have framed a verse so complex
and yet veil it with such simplicity.
If he is a poet, then this verse is his masterpiece!
For he lives in his verse and is found in every corner of it.
His verse is nothing less than him or he anything more than it.

I’m Aman and i am a budding poet and philosopher. My site can be found at amankphoenix.wordpress.com and my instagram account is @iamtherockpoet

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Love Heals

Nisha Devdhat is a South African born writer, using her words to spread love, bring healing and give hope, while educating and traveling the world. Currently, she is based in Asia as an English teacher.
Her writing portfolio includes articles, poetry and book reviews, which focus on the themes of literature, travel, education, abuse and trauma.
Nisha offers her writing skills to the public through her writing service. You could hire her as a freelancer to create content for your business or blog.
Nisha’s educational background is English Language and Literature, Teaching English as a Foreign Language, and Marketing Management.
Writing is Nisha’s way of expressing herself, externalizing emotions and practicing introspection. Writing provides her the opportunity to free her voice, challenge the status quo, and positively impact change in society.

IG: @nisha_devdhat
FB: @myunshackledmindwriter

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Hollow

Rivulets of emotion,
streaming down my chalky skin,
the tendrils of untamed locks
frame the scene my eyes present within.

My heartache at my loss
before I’ve even held,
the momentous truth of unknowing,
the rivulets turn to pools of pearls.

How could my love be
unfairly snatched from my life,
so precious its presence
would have been,

the aching in the pit of my stomach,
I wish it were less awry,
the pain, the absence,
the theft is filled with awful sin.

I cannot bear their potions,
their elixirs,
the horrid nature of this
vacuous moment,

I glance in the mirror,
here I am,
captured in a picture,
broken and distressed.

I crumble at viewing
what I have become,
reduced to almost nothing,
without my love,
a shattered heart,
for it I shall be eternally calling.

Hi, I’m Lauren M. Hancock. I write what I feel, and I feel what I write. My poetry is filled with heart. I mainly draw on personal experience for inspiration, but sometimes even a certain phrase or word is enough to inspire me to write. You can find more of my poetry at https://laurenmhancock.com

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First and Last

Entertainment reaching filthier depths
Jet-setting prophets with pulpits of gold
Woe to the child! Woe to the parent!
Repetitive sales pitch a thousand years old
There’s a Devil in the books, screens, and boards
Dressed up in words of trendy expression
He wants to rule forever and a day
Camouflaged with stylish, brand-name presentation
The ego is made the idol
Ever remember, this too shall pass
Lies of the ages made new
They never say your first breath is your last
They said to sit, let the world go by
I knew a girl from a far away town
“Make money, ponder, give us your riches!”
I’m not the person I used to be now
Who might be behind the curtain?
We’re expecting an earthquake and a monsoon
The Queen of Hearts and Drama?
The Gods have rung in seven years of doom
We all reap what we sow
And the only way to carry on
Fools! How can you escape the Cosmic Book?
Hearkening to Gabriel’s song
As truth is hard but freeing
If you agree, then stand fast
Dear Lord, “take me one more round”!
But remember: your first breath is always your last.

Bio: Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet whose work includes elements of mystery, suspense, and fantasy. She’s also a guest writer at Spiritually Awkward Magazine  and active member of the Facebook group “Exploring Angels”, spreading positivity, motivation, and advice for surviving and thriving in the current world”. She is currently in search of publishers and fellow writers who share her vision.

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Bruises

Black and Blue
Pummeled
Flying Fists
Centuries turn over
As furtherance inches forward
Degradation is more pronounced
Making Another Genocide Accentuated
Yes, i am white
Yes, i have privilege
but, i also have heart
America the grotesque
She is my country of birth
She is not my country of conviction
I take a knee
I raise a fist

Matt Snyder is both a writer and an artist from the North Eastern part of the U.S, passionate about black lives matter because of the unfair treatment of both family and friends on the daily because of the shade of their skin.
You can find him at both https://thefinestexample.home.blog/ and showcasing new talent as arts editor at TheFinestExample.home.blog

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