Stream of Consciousness
The Light of Hope
The rustling air that weighs down its foes in thin air And fights for its lustrous allies with a drastic flare. The metamorphosis that transcends over the looms of the descending winds of the downfall Galore over the rhythmic beats of banter loud and tall. Life builds its tale one stance at a time, bellowing its mystic valour striking its truth to benign. To fight against it trods you ensnared in the myths of comfort that loathe your soul, To evolve into its being that in animosity of doom absolves. Ignorance is bliss until it severs its fangs into your success deep, Happiness dwells under the skin of the promises you are meant to keep. Stalling over the truce of indiscipline, You exist in the stranded sense of thine, To embrace joy, you need to keep your pride on the line Humanity seeps within the crevices of pain that reside.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Life in its entirety
How ecstatic it is to have the power to express yourself and yet not be able to communicate with efficiency and clarity. Humans are bestowed with the gift of conversational abilities, the knack of talking about ideas, views, thoughts, emotions and experiences yet we are the ones that always let the air of misunderstanding settle amidst our relationships. Life in its entirety is measured less with your possessions of materiality and more with how many moments of joy, sadness, pain and anger have you experienced, who you share it with and how contented you are at the end of the day with yourself.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Girl she is today
She expresses her mind, in the rarity of her eyes, the ounce of the world you would find. Strength is often expressed in gallant notions in stories and poems, such as the existence of tenacity of the core to endure, fight and combat external realms. I have read infinite poems that portray the beauty of a girl who is in love and is fiercely radiant in the emotion that drives her to the edge of eternity. The beauty of humanness is not only in the radiance of joy or sanguine emotions that emit light and shine. The luminance of moonlight comes from the moon adorned in its darkness that radiates from the beauty of the wounds and scars that it beholds on its surface.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Love Is True. And I'm Just Thinking In A Garden.
The hoe in the gardener's hands gently nestles itself into the soil of the garden; the giver of life and nourishment broken into millions of tiny fragments all coming together as one to help the leafy greens grow. Swing, swing, swing. Such otherwise tiring work is complete in each moment with peaceful ease. Less than with great effort it continues on its path between the gray spot connecting sky and land and the floor of dirt below. I sit back and observe whilst pinching hairs on my chin in twos and threes to search for the rogues and the strays left behind after the clipping process days ago. I seek and I find and I pluck the lengthy wires. Perhaps the process is for pain or to be present, perhaps it is to be groomed so neatly and clean or perhaps it is simply to watch the moment of time that is both trapped and unfolding in the present.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
I Give
Introduction I found this definition of this sort of poem on the internet What do you call a poem that can be read backwards? Extending that idea then of forward and backward are palindrome poems. You might also know them as reverse poems or mirror poems. These are poems that you can read for meaning in two ways–from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
