masterofmindfulthoughts

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Folks....

Which type of verse do you use in your poetry

My preference is free verse. I am pretty bad at making rhymes.😁

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So I am thinking about poems I wrote recently. Some of them are satisfactory but others are meh.

I want my reader's opinion on these matters.

So if you don't mind spending two seconds, please rate my poetry.

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Endlessly tiring

It was funny,how they say

To be free and shine like the sun.

But there was also a fiery glow

Sun burns itself and shines.

Iam not sun, not even a star

I hold that grit and flies.

Closer to the sun, but ah!

It burns and burns.

I feel fried to crisp

As I fell, I looked down

Now I see others

Biting their teeth and shunning

I closed my eyes and tears fell

Now I was turning to dust and matter.

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Keep silent!!!

The first word spoken to me;

When I cried endlessly.

The same word spoken to me:

When I pointed to a toy I really want.

The same word reigned,

Throughout my school life.

Now it began to eat me alive.

It was me, it came out of me

Then I realised how much,

It consumed me endlessly.

Now through the echoing,

Nonstop talking of reckless minds;

I kept shouting...

"Keep Silent"!!!!

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How long would you watch now

How much time will it take

I'm just a girl with a pearl

Or a pearl with a girl; for you.

It's nice of you to know me

But read yourself and then come

We can have a nice chat

You can say something about you.

I will watch you this time

Not the other way.

So until you realise your true self

I will be there staring you

Prompting you to look yourself

Till then,farewell good friend.

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Just a mad girl

Was I mad?

Or fell out of love?

Am I to blame?

Am I a burden to my loved ones?

Was I ever foolish?

Why's my fate so obscure?

When did I lose many precious beings?

When will I meet them?.

Oh. perhaps now ..

I can meet him, my father.

But how can I meet 'him'?

Will we meet again soon?

Good lord, where can I meet him.

Sweet lady, Is this my end?

My questions are still unanswered.

My hope is fading away.

maybe another time.

Another life.

We will meet and walk,

Hand in hand,near the streets

Maybe this time.

You wouldn't be a prince

And I wouldn't be a mere

Lady in waiting, waiting for you.

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Midnight (potato eaters)

The tables a little broken,

But the people were yet to be.

Sat around together

Eating the cold soup

In the dim light.

The roof's a little old

And traces of dust and coal

Here and there, some webs

Meticulously build by spiders.

Then came a silhouette:

As silent as a shadow.

A mother, with tired eyes,

Took the cold soup

silently but said more with her eyes

The child's eye was empty

Empty with hunger or sorrow;

Of not seeing her father back

Her eyes reflected her mother;

With the same empty eyes.

The old man with trembling hands:

Took the spoon and mumbled his feelings

Swallowed the cold potato soup.

Then again eyes narrowed

To the cracked wooden door

Which nearly kept the house safe

Watching hopefully

For his return.

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Golden cage ( burden)

When the seasons travelled through

I was still here,in the golden cage.

Sure,it didn't rust. but yes it lost its shine.

Now these bars tie me to the death

The weight that drags me

My wings lost its good feathers

My eyes lost its glimmer

My beaks are broken and withered.

Now my head drops and rests near

I was here when my friends joined the sky.

I was here, when they tasted the air.

I was here when they boasted freedom.

I was here when they said farewell.

Now I am here again all alone.

Once I wished for your will to fly

Now I am longing for it.

Now I want to be free.

But my shackles are a burden.

Now the chain that hangs the cage is faltering.

The chain clangs every time it swung.

All those sleepless nights,it swayed.

Never gentle but strong wind blew over.

I still looks at the window

To see your flight and leap.

Each turn and each dive:

I longed for my youth.

But here it is, a dead carcass waiting,

For you to reunite again;

In some other realm.

Maybe then, I can share my cup of tea;

Without being burdened and alone.

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Golden cage. (Wealthy farewell)

Farewell to my fighters

The conquerors of freedom

For I pray to thee that,

Thy will comes to me

But till now ,sure I be

Remain here in the cage.

Let these chains swing me

To comfort and lull.

Now I can rest to watch

From afar,your flights of freedom.

Let you sing praises and joy,

Carry the wisdom, the world offers

And come and meet me again

Until it's my time to set foot.

Till then let me prepare my wings

For flight and await you.

I pray thee,let your will come to me

To join me in those strong currents,

Of air and join me by thy side.

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Everlasting wish

Sometimes I wish

Iam as ice cold

And for snowflakes.

As times such as this

I am praying for a snowfall

Even in this temperate space.

Now suddenly I feel numb.

I feel cold feet and shivers.

The rain came and,

As I prayed for winter,

It came and made a wreck.

Now I am swimming

In huge puddles of water

Water is everywhere

But now I can't drink one drop.

I was heavily burdened

I waited hours for a hot blanket

I waited days to dry the clothes

Now jam waiting the months

To pray for sun

But still deep deep in my mind

I longed for the cold's icy breath.

Every winter,I wished for a snow

Every winter I got betrayed

By the rain, the burdensome.

Now I am counting days and days

For one snowfall; an impossible.

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To you,from me

Been thinking about you

Night noon and morrow

All the days we nag ourselves

All time during the day and night

Each time we laugh ourselves

For being there in that course

Desperate for a job, for some money

All while traveling to and from

We were blaming and further going

We were there when I was alone

We were there when you were too.

You drove me, and I rode with you

Now I see with your half;

I see a bird with clipped wings

No time to nag more

No time spent together

2 minutes you were here

20 years with somewhere

Did you lose yourselves somewhere.

Or found the New you.

Now I find myself strayed.

But finding myself is enough

Now you are no more

But I still seek the old you.

Now I'm flying with dim coloured wings,

Yet you are with broken wings

Fooling yourself with 'love'.

Nothing's still and stable

Love can break

Memories can hurt and,

Even the flying bird can fall

But never shall I cage me to

Something you have fallen for.

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The Golden Cage

Iam a bird, the only bird

saw flying away as being caged

While my mates flew away

With rigour and fight

I stayed ,sticked with the cage

Am I the one who see that shine

And luster, embracing me

Even though iam caged.

I did that too,when I was young

But,now I want the golden cage

Prisoner of the bars in gold

I live in a world

Where cages are narrow and cold

Flying away is freedom

But still iam not and never be

The prisoner of freedom

Mindless being or forgotten one

Just me and the cage

How wonderful when the cage,

Iam in liberates me.

How wonderful it is

When you realise the cage

Isn't exactly what It is meant to be

Following your heart is freedom.

Stuck in ambition is my cage.

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Never the muse

For all the things I saw

The easiest curve for the mounts:

The steep and peaks,

I drew with my nimble pen

Threw the colors like a mad man

Brushed and blended

To see a mystic muse 'front of me.

Then again,I saw clumsy

And sturdy waves of the blue sea

Took my stained brush

And strokes;here and there

Birth of a sea in the canvas.

For once, I wanted myself

To be the delightful muse

Like golden rimmed,oil-painted

portraits on a palace wall.

But I took the stained brush

With my shivering hands

Unable to paint,I strayed

Ripping apart the canvas

Deeply wounded and hurt

Like a painful scratch

On my doubtful heart.

The drops of the red paint

Spilled like blood drops

As if my heart is ripped.

And gave me a portrait

The hauntingly perfect

blood smeared canvas.

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Words and your tears

All the things you said

By weeping in my arms.

All the tears you shed

By Punching on my chest.

All I could do was

Stay silent and still

All I could do was

Give a soft hug,

'Cause all the time I hear

You say ,"alone" and

I fear my core sheds and breaks.

Unable to hold you

Cause I'm not alive

But you're more dead

Than am not-alive.

Am I to hold your tear

And stain you left

Just before you were dead.

Now who am I ,here;

Without you being

Raining on me,

And clutching me to sleep.

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Five step behind

I am always behind

Five steps behind.

While Catching up the bus

I was 5 seconds behind.

Paying up the grocery bills

And as always-

5 dollars behind.

Catching up with my lessons

And then again I was

Five days behind 'cause

Of hellish fever dreams.

Filling up my answers

In my tearstained paper

again 5 minutes behind.

And here am I

Waking up in an unknown place

Facing the dusty ceiling;

In a damp hospital walls

I was again 5 years behind.

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The fact that every single person ignores the truth in front of them just because it's bitter and not sweet lies.

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The one thing we love

The one thing I remember

Loving the rain

And now the soft shower

Ended up into a storm

And flooded my house

The one thing I loved

Was the sweet cry of a newborn

And now how I hate that

Banshee like scream

And once cherished

Childhood dreams

Became a horror filled nostalgia.

The dreams of a child

Now the endless burden for a youth.

The one thing I'm good at,

Ends in bitter tragedy

The one cherished ring of

My beloved betrothed

Has started to rust

Around the corners.

The eternal happiness

So I thought

Ended with just a blink.

And now I am fixing lives

While mine lays broken

Now I feed young minds

With life's wisdom

Where my shell lays empty

Now I advise and direct

When my compass keeps spinning.

Does this lead me?

Does this feed me?

Now I plead with immense greed.