Some days I was blind
To the beauty and kindness
This world offered;
Numbed by anxiety
I shrank back to shadows
And there I silently suffered;
Until he held my hand,
Not moving till I accepted
The love, the courage
To notice the other side.
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A quick short verse for dVerse Open Link Night
Steering a path
lined with stars,
flowers of all
colored quartz;
She walks in shadows
writing her last songs
of lost tomorrows,
forgotten curses,
gratitude misplaced –
life goes on
heavy hearts,
even emptier soul.
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Linked to Open Link Night @ dVerse Poetics
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circles,
of pleasure and guilt,
of success and miss,
of tears and pain,
of releif and rains,
of high and low,
of bend or blow,
of hurt and heal
of touch and feel.
circles,
some we form,
some we hold,
some we hate to make,
some we can not break,
some trap us inside,
some push us outside,
some overlap,
some never can.
circles,
of life,
for life,
since life.
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Prompted @ OSI ,
Also linked to Open link night !
Been too long I wrote a poem I guess. This was so refreshing.
On a new page each day,
I wrote a letter to you
And read it to the flames
That fed upon the words
Leaving a trail of smoke
That sang of new hopes
And marched about me
Like tiny soldiers coming home..
This is one of my favorite poem the e book I complied : Fragments Β [ Click to read sample / buy ]
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Linked Β to Open Link Night.
Sitting at the corner table alone,
she awaits for him with a lost look
unaware of the coffee gone cold.
she flips throught a random book
pausing at a poem on some page
the one that has her attention hooked.
It talks of anger and uncontrolled rage
in matters of love , lust and sometimes hate
trapping all energy like a bird in cage.
such feelings that are often discovered late
for the world no longer seem to know
how fragile hearts never win battles with fate.
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This is a Terza Rima for Open Link Night.
in the old barn
behind the straw bales
a secret meeting
a wrinkle shatters the wave
her crazy giggles caves in.
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This is for the Tan Renga challenge#2 @ Carpe diem. [ I swear i so much love thinking of all odd possible lines to write here ].
Also Linked to OSI , Sunday Whirl and my favorite poetry gathering : Β Open Link night
It was a vast river,
or so you thought
’cause where I stood,
I saw only you –
a few rocks in between
the clear and still water,
like a sky beneath my feet.
The more I waited,
my thoughts built a buliding
with rooms without windows,
of different colors and size,
the overworked emotions
screaming for a respite
yet never giving up on you.
Our eyes met, for the briefest moment,
enough to make the water ripple,
and show us a clear path,
patiently we held each other
in thoughts across rivers
and the adjoining buildings,
finding our purpose
one step at a time
till we meet
where we are destined,
in hearts and arms.
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This is a much pending response to this post by Ibeingme
different words –I cry not when I miss you ,
but more when I lose myself
in your web of thoughts;
I cry not ’cause I want you ,
but more in realization
of your closeness;
I cry not from fear of losing you ;
but grateful to be in your arms
when I most want.
I cry not ..I just shed tears in your name
When all words fail
To come out straight.
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This is written for Open Link night @ dVerse
you ask why I write ,
and I admit ,
I am tempted to tell you,
maybe not the truth
’cause I know not today
what truth you will prefer
There ws a challenge,
when I began year back;
then came the need to impress
to spread my wings and test;
to cry , smile , scream and break
into peices over soft grass
or shredded glass in cold nights,
I wrote with abundance,
with pride over my new friends
and with fear one year –
the same year that I was robbed,
left naked to bleed and cry
while some one erased words
from dreams and real life alike.
Why I still wrote, my friends asked
and I have no answer except
writing a few bits more in secret.
Never did I know, I wrote
’cause there was someone out there
who waited to read me,
to match his silence with my lines,
to sing the words I left behind,
to read my words,
read me,
write to me,
write me ..
Write …
I write for him,
I wrote to seek him,
I write of his love
I wrote dreams of him
I write
I always will,
I want to ..
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This is a non stop writing that happened after reading this post and the comments below.
thank you dVerse Poets ! you always make me write some amazing stuff π