Forbidden thoughts

I see my father’s face wrecked, spilling red, When the gas tanker hit it
I see my mother, slipping from the road,
& her violet scooty graving her inside the ground
I see my sister in her grey & white school uniform, grabbed by black masks.
Not in dreams but when I’m awake with my eyes
Open or close. But I’m awake.
As awake as I am I want to get rid of unwanted thoughts and this place.
Steal some from the atm and run away to
Some place I’d been before but couldn’t be myself
Cause i wasn’t alone.
You know family and friends.

Maybe I’d wanna run away cause it’s boring,
In here everybody wants to be different
Ponds pretending to be lakes
While lakes are just invisible.

& I don’t want to think all these but my brain thinks them anyway

 

The link for my blog is  https://createcapturenow.wordpress.com/

A plain, simple, normal girl trying to find the meaning behind everything that happens and of course that’s life. I have zero idea about life. Specially my life. I’m breathing, living, studying, scoring decent marks, frightened of pretty little things and all , overall living my life, just like everyone else,  but without knowing it’s purpose. I would want to know from people what life means to them.

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Birth and Death

Birth and Death
Are the bookends of our life
Beginning and end,
Life and Death,
new and worn,
young and old.
As we live our lives
We encounter duality
at every stage
It affect us, inspires us,
and shapes us into the
people we are
To think to much
about death is deemed morbid
Our culture is
devoted to perpetuating
the myth that we can
stay young and vital
Being aware of death
my encourage is to
live a good, meaningful,
and virtuos life.
Rather than
chasing after non essential
causes and getting upset
Over minor matters .
Death is not the ending
It’s a wake up call
to profound your
explanation for livin’.

Written by Ama Kumar:  https://amankumar001.wordpress.com/

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Tender Rain

I look into your eyes and I see a gracious light.
The sky’s awake while we make it through the day.
You will protect me with all that you have.
I’ll never shed a tear as long as you’re in my heart.

Oh what a joyous time.

It’s a tender rain!
This song was made just for you.
It’ll wash away the pain.
Even in your darkest days, I will be your light.
These words of mine are just for you.
Singing in the rain, there’s a single drop of hope.
Look to the sky and you’ll see that it’s shining.
I will always be there when you feel scared.
You realize that this world is beautiful.
Please come o tender rain.
– Casey Jarrell

My name is Casey Jarrell. I am 24. I like to write poems and songs. I have been writing ever since 8th grade. I have been trying to get more publicity for my poems for my poems for about four years and when I started using WordPress, I found about the Poetry Bar from Luna. Here is the link of my blog:

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com 

I have a question

Hello world!
I have a little question. I always check out at the end of the day my blog traffic, which posts you like a lot, how many clicks did your blogs get through The Poetry Bar and for a while now I am seeing this blog link as a referrer.

The thing is I can’t access it because I’m not “invited”. It’s some type of a private blog. My curiosity is tormenting me so I just had to ask if some of you came to my blog through that link, can you explain what’s it about or make a little screenshot for me.

My curiosity is burning, hurry up!

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

Birds of a feather

Not all poems are swans
Nor do all words have the grace of a flamingo
Poems can be chirpy
Easy on the ear like a singing sky lark
Some poems can be vulture like
Swoop down on you like an eagle
The thrush is a poetic bird
Watching a V of birds indeed is poetic
The ordinary duck is not indeed ordinary
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Not everyone gives a hoot
About the difficulties the poets find themselves in
But there is beauty in the hoot of the night owl.

© Chris Black.

Hi, my name is Chris Black also known in some parts as The Poet’s Poet.
To date I have one book of poetry and short stories published titled Same Train, Different Track.

You can find more of my poetry if you are inclined @ https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com

My spoken word poetry on sound cloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com 

Happy New Year

My dear and beloved followers and readers,

have a happy New Year. I wish all of the best for you in this year, that you be happy, healthy, surrounded by love and thirsty for new experiences and knowledge. I hope that you will have the persistence every day to work hard for your dreams, that you will be blessed with strength to overcome your daily life obstacles and that you will always keep a positive mind and a positive attitude. Sincerely, I wish you live every day as if it was the New Year’s Eve and make small decisions that will positively impact your life.

I hope you all spent last night in the best way possible. As always you are welcome to write in the comments what you’ve been up to the past night or something you wish for in this year.

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna