Taint

Surrounded by people, you live for the crowd,
You’re happy and funny and eager and loud,
They love you and hug you and scream out your name,
Inside you there’s nothing, yet who should you blame?
You’re lucky these people can’t look at your soul,
Its darkness, its taint, its color of coal,
A lonely soul, just grasping for love,
Inside your heart, your darkness you shove.
But even this crowd, these people you crave,
How many of them would visit your grave?
In trueness you’re nothing, you’re only alone,
Your demons – you fight them – you want them be gone,
And nothing still moves you, or drives you to go
Your life has just stopped, there’s no room to grow.
You hold on to hope – a life with some joy,
A vision of greatness, too hard to destroy.
But darkness is scary, and dark is around,
Your vision of hope? It will end up just drowned.
Alone in your darkness, surrounded by crowds,
Yet no one to hear you, as loneliness forms clouds,
And dark drops of rain start drowning your hope,
Alone in a crowd – how can you cope?
You think – maybe end it, and save you some grief,
Give your heart peace, your soul some relief,
But while in this crowd you try to be brave,
How many people will visit your grave?

I just write because it helps me manage my emotions, and it’s liberating in a way. My blog is lovereadwritedie.com

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You Fool

To the me that still worries,
Die already!
There is no need for the pressure,
Or the self inflicted pain.
The only person feeling it is you –
You fool.

My name is Ruptes from New Jersey. I write poetry to express the pressure of the daily living with my emotions. I really do not seek to write to want to make a great piece, but to express the emotions. I wrote into notebooks for many years that I then threw out. However, my wife thinks that I am worthy enough to write and share for those that can relate. I write in a free flow form, it is my therapy to an otherwise introvert guy. Please enjoy!
IG: ruptes

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Bound

Bound to this room
Hobbled don’t stray
Dream to be free
Escape from these
Invisible ropes
A spell too strong
For any soul
To break and live
Am I awake?
Dream me a path
Cross calm oceans
A starlit night
Surely madness
Thoughts of escape
Claustrophobic
Insanity
A caged creature
Unnatural
Never was born
Not to wander
To roam so far
The breath of life
To live again
To slip the chains
But no, not now
Now I awake
The nightmare real
Tight-tethered tamed
shackled, secured
This ill-conceived
Bleak illusion
Will break me if
Eternity

I have blogged about my visual art for a while but have only started to dabble with writing and words in my second wordpress blog https://wordsofdelights.wordpress.com/

My poem can also be found here https://wordsofdelights.wordpress.com/2020/05/11/bound/

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Pandemic – The Wrath of Nature

The invincible race, human kind, now on a verge of destruction.
Can be sensed, crumbling civilization.
Slight annoyance of mother nature wreaked a havoc.
Gave humanity its greatest shock.

Showed, how fragile humans are
Dismantled the false pride on his power.
Now, humanity can see
how powerful, nature can be.

Disturbed equilibrium, done so much exploitation.
Tampering mother nature, doing so much mutilation.
But when limits will be crossed.
From caring mother to devilish enemy, it will metamorphose.

More disturbance and humanity will collapse.
Will arrive a dreadful apocalypse.
All hell will break loose, vengeance, nature will seek.
Will arrive disasters and pandemics.

As now we can see,
Sub- microscopic molecules, we can’t defeat.
Bowed, whole humanity ,
in front of that entity.

It’s reality, not imagination.
May be one day, last day of humanity can come.
Human kind will be wiped out
from this face of earth.
Feeble humans can’t stand
mighty nature’s wrath.

The warning signs we must understand.
Wake before it’s too late.
Now, united, we must stand.

I am Saarthak Haldar, a student of science, a writer and a poet  . As a writer, I have written science articles and journals, but I  like to write poems. I write poems on human feelings, emotions, the nature and the universe .
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https://poetriesonreality.home.blog/

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I Love You Just The Same

You ignored me
Countless times
You ignored me
Til I ran out of rhymes

You hate me so much
You left
You hate me so much
You forget

I will still love you
Though you forget my name
I will still love you
Just the same…..

IG: @alwayswithlovekat

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Hunches

I wonder where you come from,
You warn me of impending dangers
Lead me towards great opportunities,
The unseen guardian, I call you hunch

I feel your impulses in my gut, they tell me it’s intuition
With urge so strong, to ignore almost impossible
Always by my side, my heart as the compass
Mysterious hunch, I now know where you come from

You come from higher intelligence, call it Infinite Intelligence
You come from within me, call it subconscious mind
From the minds of others, call it conscious thoughts
From the collective subconscious storehouse, Akasha

Blog: www.kevinkinge.com

Instagram: kinge_kev

Calm and gentleness. These qualities define me, built-in my character and for the past few years, I have been learning to be positive. I am a student of the mind. I read a lot on mind, body, and spirit. I write about the same to the extent of my understanding with a keen interest in personal development. My name is Kinge Kevin. I’m a farmer, and a writer.

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Heartbeat

6 weeks of solitude was 6 weeks of company
12000 miles but 1 miracle
Against all odds
We became one
You were no bigger than a pea
And I was the princess
Divided by the chaos that brought us together
A heartbeat
At only six weeks
A heartbeat that stopped

I’m Lucy, an animal lover, advocate for kindness and equality. I love astrology, am currently studying ethics at Birmingham and like to have a go at poetry in my spare time.
Instagram: @yeslucywright

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