Strong (Micro poetry)

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This New Kind of Feeling

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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Never knew feelings could be this strong,
Never knew emotions that could pick me up, throw me around and blow me out.
Never knew this little inner voice,
Could make me murmur or make me shout.
Never knew love to have such force,
Never knew my senses could awaken this way.

Autumn-Takes away a piece of me

I stand here

barren,

naked,

those leaves on me

keeping up the

decked up pretenses

trying to satiate my

inconsolable heart

not to lose hope

and lose that spark

Vintage

“Take it from glass,
take it from goblet,
else take it from my eyes,
the intoxication, you will never come out from”
― Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Distilled

to the perfection

savored for all the

good

worthy

joyous

moments

only to be paired with

the best

life has to offer

Question

“The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.”

― Shannon L. Alder

Everyone,
everyone around me has the same prying eyes
the same question,
looming over their heads
for the eternal time

They are always in awe of me
how I have kept the held high
broken and crumbled
after the heartbreak
but still soaring in the sky

the crushed velvet theater

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations”

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.

Till Again We Meet!

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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There was a joy in being little,
There was a joy in being clueless.
There was a joy in looking up at you,
There was a joy in seeing your kindness.
There was a joy in having problems,
I knew you would find out a way.

MElancholy

Submitted by  Shivangi Priyadarshini

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Melancholy knocked the door of my heart.
And before I could open, she helped herself out.
Quick and rapid, she got inside.
Came as a guest and sat as the host,
Asked me to prepare her a delicious cuisine.
To make things easier, gave me the list of ingredients –
Regret, failure, betrayal, broken.

the white in his eyes

Submitted by Laraib un Nisa

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Remember the white in his eyes
The blue in his skin and the black in his heart
Remember the sweetness of his lips and the thorns on his fingers
Remember that he was all you ever wanted and all that he never was

A sea of inspiration

Submitted by nadiya rauf
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A sea of inspiration flooded my brain
My pen started writing itself
A train of thoughts
A train of words
Started forming on a piece of paper
A chance to get things of my chest

NEGLECT

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

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buttercups and dandelions
have spread their fires
across the garden

Queen Anne’s lace
tats the borders
and vetch spangles
through shrubs

As I stare into the bottom

Submitted by Liv Smith

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As I stare into the bottom
of the toilet bowl,
calculating my self-worth
like I calculate the number
of calories in a birthday cake
or in an apple, or in sparkling water.
How many “freckles” will appear
on my face from forced vomiting.
How many star jumps done in my
own bedroom.

Immortalised!

Submitted by naturemithya

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Marvellously divine,
like a sea serpent
paying homage
the sea waves;

A washed up image of your former self

Submitted by Danielle Tompkins

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A washed up image of your former self

Is that what you think you are, my dear?

Has all the pain of life stripped you of

Anticipation and sensation, desire and cheer?

In Memoriam

Submitted by   ECAW’s blog

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My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.

My father was in North Africa.
He worried about The Bomb.

Adrift

Submitted by colinandray

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They stepped into the boat.
He took the oars…
And rowed them away from the dock.
A few minutes later,
He put them down…
And the boat just drifted.
***
“A wonderful time to talk”,
At least that was his thought.
With the sound of the water,
And the rhythm of the boat,
Surely this must be the time?
But then his mind just drifted.

Why I breathe? ( Micro poetry)

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my heart is hidden

Submitted by somebodymaybe

 

my heart was a beautiful open book,
but then people came and took their favourite
parts and left….
they wrote a sloppy goodbye
and never looked back at me bleeding.

Nonet Challenge

Submitted by M.S
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Although there is only commotion
Everything seems to be silent
The only sound is heartbeat
But we have to question

Word’s Worth

What these words are worth
To those without eyes to read
Or chips in heads binaring what pens bleed?
Take time before it melts
To look,
To see,
To listen,
To hear
All the tiny things the earth
Wants
Unveiled
Record them, Poet!

“Today is affection”

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Life is lonely,
confusing,
scary,
and soul scorching.

unsettling;
i am not clever,
a rouse in nature.

Stop and Stare

Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

When you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

The Ancients II

Submitted by hitalot879

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In a poor house under a bridge
staggers three rocks and a current flowing
water trickling down;
horizon in the clouds
a shroud filled with noise
good cause to learn,
they were their from the beginning
certainly until the end

Smoking on

Submitted by Sharon bury
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One evening when my car ran out of petrol Coming home,
I chose to carry on, on foot, uphill and all alone,
Then had to stop atop the brow for I was out of breath
Besides it gave me chance to light another stick of death,
And when with further miles to tred I’d smoked my little treat,
I couldn’t get the air required to mobilise my feet

Great Britain

Submitted by J. M. Galindo

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I have sailed in your shores
with your stories in my mind
like a tattoo your forests run deep within me
and your silence became my music

Christ

Submitted by hitalot879

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Christ wash me in the inner parts
Christ bring your peace that passes all understanding
Christ has been raised from the dead

Prayer for Addicts

Submitted by Frederick Calovich

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If the devil’s in their heart and head,
Then they already are part of the walking dead,
So if they don’t want to be this way,
Open their hearts and get them on their knees to pray.

Different Flags

Submitted by J. M. Galindo

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We’re at war
and we don’t even know
that our land is now broke in two
with different languages
and different customs
invented by our egotistical minds

Different flags
different ways of selfishness
to prove ourselves
we haven’t grown at all