Set Aside

lethargic, depressed, tired
and by my side

you need me
to get you to functional

engaged, up, happy
and still not by my side

there is loneliness
with or without you

you’re just not there
for me…

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Tears

Down, down they trickle
Slow, slowly they fall
On a face once gloomy
On a face once merry
Tears are fears that no one hears
Tears are promises that someone breaks
Tears are wounds only time can heal
Tears are smiles that are worthwhile
Tears are strengths from Above.

I am Vilma Sison (Mang) from the Philippines. Your mom for all seasons! I have two children and a husband to keep my days busy. Although I don’t consider my self a poet, some musings led me to write a few. They may be short but they depict what I have feeling at the moment I am writing them. I hope to inspire some of your readers and followers through this poem. They can reach me through my FB page Write Away with Mang or follow Write Away here in wordpress.

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Forever Our Splendor

Firsts of our birth,
we commit
to thee our sips
Thou, who
fastens in thy
tentacles sweet
flames with
splendorous viridity
Cause thy armour
amidst thine little
one’s potent fears
Howbeit, thy slather
anchors vividly!;
yet in thine
nesh-care brings
to a nix a thread of fists
Cause thy gains
to collect the afraids
of thine little one’s
potent tears
Forever our splendor; once in thy clamour

Hi guys! I’m Benyin from Ghana. A student of KNUST, Ghana. I love writing, I like to put my thoughts down through the pencil than through the mouth– started this journey not very long ago but by God’s grace I’ve come up with some good writings. You can check my blog below for the new styles.

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Cloudburst – When it rains

On a gliding plain,
I repose like a longing child,
With a rush of firefly words,
Pondering like a perplexed slain.

The beady eyes of mine,
Longing for the season of rain,
Watch the umbrella sky,
To hose down it’s mist to dine.

Up above the sky,
The wings of aqua spread,
Deluging as plop! plop! and plop!
Dampening my heart not to dry.

A gliding plain, a prairie
A longing child, a fairy
Firefly words and perplexed slain-
Drench in the stormy,
WHEN IT RAINS.

Hi, this is Vidhya and I am 23 years old. Writing is my passion and I have been writing poems since 2017. Writing is something that makes me feel good. I hope my writings would give a feel good experience to the readers too. Thank you.
Instagram account: vidhya_anbudurai

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Coward

Ghost stories and horror films are not what scares me.
But the thought of hurting you is a different story.

When you cry and when you bleed, I just can’t take it.
I wish I could pretend to not care but I can’t even fake it.

When I saw the broken you, it’s true that I ran.
But not because I was scared but it was more than I could stand.

You wanted me to hurt but it was you that you cut.
So what choice did I have but to close the door shut.

I saw that you needed me but I just couldn’t save you.
You robbed me of options. There was just nothing that I could do.

Yes, I’m a coward. I ran ‘cause I couldn’t face,
Seeing the you that I knew, disappear without a trace.

Hi there, it’s Coco. I’m new to the blogging world and am looking for some love and support. Please check out my poetry blog “Poems From Heart” here :www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com

IG : https://www.instagram.com/thepoemsfromheart/

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Outside and Inside

I

It’s been warm the past few days
the mercury rising in the kitchen thermometer
but apart from an hour
and occasional shower
the only thing to see outside
are the feathered friends who in air have flied

II

The stone guards are drenched
out in the backyard
Life of a garden fairy
at the moment – is hard
a lake is forming by the rocks
and drenching their once perfect locks

III

And out in the garden the insects are about
with cascading rain – they’re being caught out
emergency mission – fishing them from the drink
before into deep water – they begin to sink
each beetle and ladybird fished from the rain
and put someplace safe – away from the drain.

I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK

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Hate-Filled

Oh, how your prejudices
Taint you

A shadow over your view
Of everything pure and true

Rise from your insecurities
And pursue life anew

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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Daybreak

Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

My blog can be found at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and I have 2 IG profiles that are @Ladysag77 and @emotionalmusings

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Poet Don Reporting

Poet Don reporting
From the weath bureau
Rain is falling up today
Thought you’d like to know

Thanks. Good to know….
You’re welcome….

Poet Don is from the illustrious Poets Society
We are honoured to have him here with us today

To see more of Poet Don visit www.donmatthewspoetry.com

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Infamous Pair

Fear and despair,
What an infamous pair;
They seem to go along splendidly.
However often we learn it’s not good to thin
To tend to yearn or incline to shrink,
There’s no end in sight to sorrow or fright –
They just keep on going, try as we might.
And yet, there’s some awful tenderness there,
In the world of terror, the land of despair;
To be embraced readily and by the hand led
To a place where it feels no other feet tread.
The haziness welcome, the mourning, relief
From a place sharply clear, impatient with grief.
Wake me if this happens to all be a dream:
This enticing warmth and care of a scheme.
This miry pit (strangely) doesn’t feel cold at all –
My comfort, made catalyst to its rightful downfall.

My name is Abigail, and I am an illustration student who is drawn to words as well as visual art. Creative writing is relatively new for me to consistently create, but it is rewarding to see it become a more conscious part of myself. I may post something I am not completely satisfied with. I sometimes write directly from thoughts, feelings, or experience, but I sometimes also imagine my way into a point of view (or mix a bit of both). I hope you enjoy what I post, whether it be a thought, poem, or something different.  

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