Outside the Inside

I4
exploring webbed realms
wide-eyed wonder flows slow
outside the inside

S9
freeing young fury
curls of ideology
new identity

M5
midnight wisdom storms
gift wrapped existence
still breathing for more

Sangeetha writes on her blog mindfills.wordpress.com. She’s at the moment, fascinated by how wandering words tesselate to encase moments…moments she likes to revisit.

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A Horse With A Horn

Hey everyone! This is Kunakshi Kapoor a simple 13 year girl from India The City Of Taj (Agra) I’m nor too famous neither I have written novels or books… But still has an unconditional love for writing. I believe that whenever we pen something on a paper a positive soul is made out of it… You can find me on https://thepennedsoul.wordpress.com/

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Little Boy Robin Hood

Childish dreams and embracing imagination, you’re living in an alternate reality, boy. Don’t you just love the excitement, the freedom. You are your own Robin Hood, if only for now. If only for a few moments, embrace your dreams, live your fantasies because poor little Robin Hood, this world is not a place for you. This world, it persuades you to throw away a life of adventure. The subtle manipulation is something that you won’t even recognize. You are slowly taken away from whittling arrows, and hiding at the very tops of trees, waiting to loot corrupt noblemen coming through in horse drawn carriages. Slowly you are led to believe that these notions of adventure, selflessness, and justice, are but thoughts of an impressionable child. It’s a sad day, young Robin. There was so much potential in the things that many perceived as naive. Your transformation into adulthood should not be this way, the sacrifice is too much in this change.

To think that it wasn’t even a conscious choice to leave your life of exploration and escapade behind. To think that your heart of gold, your leadership, and your heroism was not cherished and honored by the world around you, is disenchanting to say the least. You, dear Robin, have lost your way over time, you have been altered to the liking of a force outside of your control. There was once a flame burning behind your vibrant eyes, a sense of purpose that seemed indestructible. You did not choose this reformation, you did not run away from your childhood musings. The common convention in this world is loud, the majority here have lost their vision of anything more than ordinary. It was a long time ago when the weight of this world pushed away the exceptional, and made it seem unattainable. Please remember Robin, please hold onto your heart of gold, your sense of justice, and your quest for truth. Just because being extraordinary may seem daunting, doesn’t mean that you are unable to create your own reality. It does not take the majority to start a revolution, it takes one courageous and passionate little Robin to spark change.

https://wnby.blog/

I am just another young adult trying to find my ‘niche’, if you will. I have many interests in different creative fields, but I’m yet to find one area where I excel, and maintain an undeniable level of passion. I have a lot of questions about our current society, and again am trying to find my place, without losing myself. This poem is about my hope that anyone can inspire change in the masses, and how hopefully not following the path set out, really can become something special.

@whynotbe.you

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Love for Sure

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Maths : a challenge in a students life !!

Hectic , boring , mind boggling ,
It just takes away your head ,
Studying it mind just swings ,
And one day you will really be dead ……..

Practise practice practice ,
Everyone says it is the only key to success ,
Memorising it is a really tough job ,
But you just need to have trust in God !!!!

Maths just goes in and out of the brain ,
After you see the the paper your efforts are all in vain ,
Is there any other way that we can pass ???
And of course it is the most boring class ………

Studying it early in the morning spoils your day ,
It’s all done in a very weird way !!
I pledge to ban maths ,
So that they stop running in your head all the rats …….

Because of frustration it makes you red,
But you trust me you will never be brain dead !
Maths lovers please don’t worry because it won’t be banned ,
Just not mandatory after 8th and still you can study !!!!

Don’t talk to me about the country ‘s economy ,
Think of the youth
Too many cooks spoil the broth ,
Too many children studying maths will spoil the economy !

Whoever has invented maths has done a great crime ,
And will never be forgiven in his whole life !!!!
Buddies yet it is not banned try to cope up with the ongoing exasperation,
Contentment will be achieved and your life will be a paradise !!

All there will be only happiness!!

Blog http://kripaaluthra.wordpress.com/

About : hey … this is Kripaa… a thirteen year old .. from India ( the city of taj  : Aga ) through my poems I wish to bring a change … a change in society… a change in the world … I haven’t written a book nor am a famous author but still hoping for you to enjoy !!! If you like it don’t forget to follow !! Waiting for your likes , comments and subscriptions!!

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Welcome Home

A meandering walk through the forest
smoothed the rough edges of the day,
one filled to the brim with the tediousness
of digits and maddening phone calls.

In the backdrop of shrills and chirps,
stress rolls down the spine and away,
deep breaths in bringing ever quicker relief
as fresh air and sunshine cling like a loved ones hug.

Nature’s smells and sounds have a way
of embedding in our bodies, releasing
the tension so tightly packed in us.
Every little bit we are begins to reconnect to Mother.

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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A Five Year-Old

(A true story heard on the radio
when I was first learning to write)

A five year-old was diagnosed
with terminal cancer

The adults wept and wailed

The child could not understand
Why are you weeping and wailing?

The adults could not understand
Why are you not afraid?

Because I am going to a place
I’ve never been before

I’m excited

Don Matthews July 2017

Poet in Training
 
I am an experimental writer of unconventional poetry.  In ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ I write mainly in rhyme, drawing content from humour, satire, serious, absurd, nonsense etc.
Explore www.donmatthewspoetry.com  for poetry with a difference 

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Remember Me?

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Breakfast

I eat this breakfast dreaming of you
My long dead saints

A simple meal of bread, cheese and apple
Our shared communion
A sacrament to all our kin

Passing the body and blood through the lines
In this we will hold hands and give thanks
Sharing, laughing, arguing, gossiping

Larry sipping vodka over the meal
Allan tracking women of the hollows
Sylvanus slipping from the wagon

And we shall share into oblivion
One table set with a simple meal
Bread, cheese and apple

One communion among my saints

My name is Tim Gleisner and I am from the United States and live in Michigan. I am a librarian and a father and write poetry to express thoughts and feelings I have throughout the day.

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Regrets

for those who have left us
they force us to examine
desires and wishes
for understanding of our previous actions

could those changes solve our miseries
possibly, but if not
unhappiness, our friend
for the time being

miseries befall us
when we don’t take a moment
to address our current reality
life stares at us begging for our involvement

…let’s strive not to have any regrets

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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