Cuts so Deep

When soul wants to fly; cry!
When emotions sleep; weep
For the last time paiñ kisses; misses
Some echos so deep; reap
Some words you feel; heal
Violent, vigorous and cool; a fool
A soul In the wild; child

Will you have a look at; ayhh
My impermanent heart; scars
Close enough on you fingers; tingles
Every wound you touch; clutch
A flower blooms and behind it a shadow; looms
A shattered soul wants you stay; away

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Look at you now

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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Ay Dios mío

En tí me encontré
Porqué en mi estás.
Si pero te perdí
Ay Dios mío,
También me perdí.

Hola, soy Aman y tengo 18 años. Escribo la mayoría de mis poemas en Urdu o Punyabí pero a veces escribo en Español o Inglés también. Blog: urduahsaas.wordpress.com

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Beauty

some might say
serendipitous encounters
others would declare
destined connections
when life grants us
unbreakable bonds

i am humbled
i am in awe

beauty is pure love
filling in voids
never knowing
we had within
carefully caressing
old wounds

i am healed
i am alive

these moments
of connection
give us purpose
enrich and nurture
our souls
find the meaning

i am grateful
i am calm

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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Roulette

Some people
Are dressed up as roulettes
You can spin them off
Place your bets
Try your chances
They are for playing
Games that aren’t for kids

Kids cry when they lose

— I like the signs they put
‘Minors not allowed’

Some kids are dressed up as adults
Pretending they can
Love
What do they know?
They’ve never been hurt.

One should give loving a try
And no one comes out unscathed
To realize he is capable
Of bleeding
And healing
And rising up again

If he must
Join the game they’re playing
Go home crying
Or keep the roulette spinning

Not everyone in the casino
Is there to play.

Esmeralda Balita is a living paradox.

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Grief is a Four Letter Word

Grief is the price paid for love
No one can afford.
Because when the light’s gone out
It’s darker than before.

Grief is the price paid for love
No one knows how to say.
Because grief is never settled
It’s a price that can’t be paid.

Grief is the price we pay for love
It may change, but never leave.
So as long as we will live and love,
We will always grieve.

My name is Evie H. I am from Northern Ireland, and I am an unpublished poet. I write poetry to try to process the complicated nature of life. I try to use humour in poetry because I often find if you are not laughing about life, you are crying. I love a broad range of poets but particularly Pam Ayres and John Cooper Clarke.

This is my instagram: @pintstoprose_

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The Gift

Life is beautiful
I know this to be true
And like the protagonist
In ‘War and Peace’
It’s taken hard time
Hitting rock bottom
And suffering
To see it clearly
And so it’s with gratitude
That I greet each day
And thank my lucky stars
That in didn’t end
In the depths of despair
All those years ago
Now I see
This amazing phenomenon
Of being a conscious being
With thought and body and soul
As a rare and beautiful gift
To be treasured and cherished
Life’s a gift
Make the most of it

I’m 33 yr old red blooded male from Canberra, Australia, writing poetry to process the pain of a lengthy jail sentence and to spread positivity about the magic of being a living human at an exciting point of history. Most of my poems were written while incarcerated and share the kind of resilience and hope that comes from facing hardship.

I chose a nautical aesthetic because the of richness of meaning and metaphor in the Sea speaks to me of the person I’d like to be.

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Bad News

I awoke in dimmed light — the spirit of forging on slightly dampened.
But a new day had begun anew. I owed it to nature to oblige with movement.

Slow slaps of arthritic pain on the laminated floor bore witness to that effort.
The smell of coffee circulating in my nostrils urged me on.

Looking out the kitchen window previewed a gloomy day.
Bare brown limbs prominently on display with the sun hidden behind the white backdrop.

I watched as flat and fluffy white flakes mingled with the ice-encased scenery.
The hard-crystalized nature would eventually shatter, litter on the ground indiscriminately.

Steam from my coffee curled up into view like a typical fog.
This scene of dreariness further clouding my demeanor.

The TV spouted the daily “Breaking News,” breaking me down even more.
“Does anything good happen anymore?” I wondered.

The responsibility of my existence sits on my desk chipping away at my bank account and self-esteem.
Once again, screaming, “I can’t give what I don’t have.” 

My ringing cell phone urged a distraction from this misery.
Tears began to flow as another nail hammered in, another in my generation gone.

With trembling hands, I ended the call and stared out the kitchen window.
And with a heaving chest, a wet face, and blurry vision, I broke.

I should have predicted the inevitability of heading back under the covers.
The older I get, the heavier the weight of what life has to offer, the more defeated I am.

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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Ephemeral Creature of Transient Times

AN EPHEMERAL CREATURE of TRANSIENT TIMES…
I LIVE in THE WORLD of WORDS I WRITE!

An ephemeral creature of transient times…
I live in the world of words i write;
Firefly of the future, my soul found wings…
In life lost and stars-kissed light.

Words echoing from my deepest depths…
I owe to the one who took my breath away;
Living now, now dead…
Neither regret nor rejoice, nothing to say.

Nothing like forever old n forever new…
For not in moments, in memories i live;
Born to die and born yet again…
Nothing to forget yet nothing to believe.

Past a beautiful lie, Present existential angst…
Future but an agonized quest;
Scorched soul sitting on pierced wings…
Flies me to distant shores, be it dark be twilight.

Nano particle in the void of time n space…
Infinity ensconced in a fleeting second;
Effervescent, enchanting, exhilarating…
Yet, in palm, are life n times ever held.

An ephemeral creature of transient times…
I live in the world of words i write;
Firefly of the future, my soul found wings…
In life lost and stars-kissed light.

I am Niru Sarawgi from Bangalore, India. I blog and write about life, people, relationships, and contemporary thoughts and issues. And I love reading.

My Instagram Link: narendranirusarawgi

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Stories

Beginnings aren’t hard,
they happen with every day.
But endings don’t appear
till there’s no more to say.

Middles are the odd ones,
trickier than the rest.
They’ll slip right through your fingers
illuminating you, when you’re not the best.

Between the beginning and the end
is where we lose the most.
When the destination fades
and the journey takes us to a rocky coast.

Outside, inside
or wherever the path will show.
Dirt roads and hardwood floors
are more similar than you’d know.

You’d think there was direction
set into the world like stone,
but even steps into the ocean
will show you are not alone.

Go on weary traveler,
not all is lost.
Even the hottest, burning fire
gets bitten by the frost.

Stories go every way,
and sometimes even none.
Just because yours doesn’t match the others
doesn’t mean it’s less than what another’s done.

No matter how long it takes,
the end will be waiting for you.
Just enjoy the middle, because before you know it
the next adventure will begin anew.

My name is Jai Lynn, Jai like blue jay and Lynn which rhymes with sin. Speaking of sins, life is too short to not do what you’re passionate about. So, I am going to write. To read my other work, check out my blog at https://jailynn.com or follow me on twitter @jaiiiilynn4 .

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