#PoeticExpression

[laurachouettepoetry]

I cannot write in the stillness of life. My ink must be drawn from chaos And utter difficulty. The page must tremble in unsteady hands, While the lips quiver words of unrest — Truth lies in uneven lines. - Laura Chouette

[s-soulwriter]

For my dear sister and brother Sometimes I see my mother’s face in the mirror, I wonder if growing up makes things clearer. I ponder if this is my final tragedy, And what does my sister see in her reality? Sometimes I glimpse my father’s gaze in the glass, I wonder if growing up means letting the past pass. I question if this is my last sorrowful plea, And what does my brother see in his reality? -Soulwriter (2021)

[weepingwillow369]

Thank You for not Leaving

Locked in a stasis by my own mind,

I don't know what I'd do without you, my one and only guide.

Grounding exercises, I did every day,

How can they be as comforting as your presence when you stay?

Through panic attacks and depression, I would walk,

I don't know what you did, but it made me talk.

Negative thoughts turned into a mist,

Days are brighter when you exist.

And after every attempt, you were still there,

Right beside me, holding me with care.

Keeping me close, never leaving me alone,

Even now, when I'm not in my zone.

Standing behind me and holding my back,

Through thick and thin, keeping me on my track.

Only you know every nook and cranny,

From every look, you've become my manny.

Not that I mind, but some people do,

It seems it doesn't bother when I'm needy and blue.

Good thing, I love all the attention that is on you,

How do you do it, helping me through?

Truthfully, I thought you'd get scared and leave me in my hue,

Sorry for everything; I'll always love you.

[butterflybaby98]

Knife Through Hearts

I slit a heart with a knife, Slit it deep, through pain and crimes. Till the blade's tip could clearly see, The world beyond, through his Injury..

He held the handle, frozen in pain, Paralyzed as blood did stain. I hugged him tight, from his back, To stop the flow, to feel his crack…

But as I pressed, harder still, The knife turned sharp, against my will. I felt its tip within my chest, Tearing muscles, denying rest.

He hurt more, while I hurt less, Two broken hearts in the deepest mess, He let me pull the blade away, Through tears, through screams, We chose to stay,

We stitched each heart, thread by thread, But my hand shook with a trembling Bloodshed, He stitched his own, then turned to mine, Selfless, calm, a love divine.

Now wounds have healed, though scars remain, The wound is triggered by love and pain. His hurts still ache; I feel them too, The suffering will end with a life that is true,

But time will pass, and the pain will fade, In his arms, my heart is laid. I hug him close, from the back I stay, Together, we'll find a brighter day.

[inkandsoulpoetry]

Soul of the Earth

By Jazmyn Edmonds

She sits in the center of an open field, Her tears rooted in the soil, Surrendering to the chaos is all she's ever known, yet her spirit remains still. The earth knows her tears, and she carefully listens, seeking meaning on the hill.

Her heart, so pure, yet her perception of her divinity so small. She searches for home in shattered glass, making sense of it all.

She loves, She laughs, She dreams.

Searching for meaning beyond her sorrows, Under scattered stars and weeping trees, She waits for whispers of what her heart burns to see.

Through rain, sun, and freshly fallen snow, At the witching hour, enchanted by a moonlit glow, She swims beneath ocean depths where her soul is free to cry, Crafted from the soul of the earth, She is love personified.

[elysianwing]

Panning

We often trick ourselves into thinking poems need be long and drawn out to extract some sort of truth from the stream of consciousness outpouring from our lips, pen-tips, and keystrokes... like prospectors sifting the earth searching for gold specks in dirt lifted from a river's bed. We must take great care to remind ourselves on occasion that the time we spend looking for golden truth is not nearly as important as where we start our search. written 9/1/2024 @ 7:58pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[wordsfromastranger]

If love was a question

If love was a question Willingly getting lost in someone would be the brief answer If love was a question Don’t ask a descriptive answer My explanation will not be able to justify answer But if the poetry becomes my rescuer, this is what I would’ve answered “With no expectations I’m heading into a path unknown to the mind but yet very known warmth and my heart is smiling I am sure to not…

[idiomandmetaphor]

Metaphors for Music: 50 Ways to Feel the Sound

🎵Music isn't just heard—it’s felt, seen, and lived through powerful imagery. Whether you're a writer, poet, or simply a music lover, using metaphors can elevate your descriptions from mere sound to vivid experience.

This curated collection of 50 music metaphors helps capture the emotional, visual, and sensory essence of sound, making your writing resonate with rhythm and color.

👉 Read the full list here: 50 Metaphors for Music That Speak to the Soul

[otongo-social]

Catullus, a prominent poet of ancient Rome, is noted for his emotional and personal style, often exploring themes of love and friendship with sharp wit. He lived during the 1st century BCE, reflecting the political and social dynamics of the late Roman Republic.. Visit www.OTONGO.net for more information.

[rumiwrites]

[laurachouettepoetry]

I don’t know how to end a war I was born into; how to end a conflict and a fight that I don’t understand even the people say I am on their side; What is the wrong one and how can I end this? - Laura Chouette

[safeerray]

ग़ज़ल और नज़्म क्या हैं? उर्दू कविता की आत्मा का परिचय

ग़ज़ल क्या है?

ग़ज़ल एक काव्य रूप है, जिसे उसकी रोमांटिक और रहस्यमयी गहराई के लिए सराहा जाता है। इसमें तुकांत मक्तियाँ और दोहराई जाने वाली पंक्तियाँ होती हैं, जो भावनात्मक रूप से जटिल विषयों को पेश करती हैं। ग़ज़ल की उत्पत्ति फारसी और अरबी साहित्य में हुई, और यह उर्दू साहित्य का अहम हिस्सा बन गई, जिसे भारत और पाकिस्तान में बेहद पसंद किया जाता है। प्रेम और विरह की मार्मिक अभिव्यक्ति के लिए जानी जाने वाली ग़ज़ल, रूपक भाषा और प्रतीकात्मक छवियों का उपयोग करने का अनोखा ढंग रखती है। नज़्म क्या है?

ग़ज़ल से अलग, नज़्म किसी विशेष थीम या कहानी पर आधारित होती है। इसकी जड़ें फारसी में हैं, लेकिन यह उर्दू कविता में अपनी अलग पहचान बनाने में सफल रही। नज़्म के माध्यम से कवि सामाजिक, दार्शनिक और भावनात्मक मुद्दों पर अभिव्यक्ति देते हैं। नज़्म का लचीला ढांचा इसे रोमांटिक विचारों, राजनीतिक कथाओं और दार्शनिक चिंतन के लिए एक आदर्श माध्यम बनाता है। मुक्त छंद की शैली में नज़्म आधुनिक अभिव्यक्ति और सामाजिक आलोचना का एक महत्वपूर्ण साधन बन चुकी है। ग़ज़ल और नज़्म के प्रमुख अंतर संरचना: ग़ज़ल स्वतंत्र मक्तियों से बनी होती है, जिनमें हर एक अलग भावनात्मक परत को उजागर करती है, जबकि नज़्म एक सुसंगत कथा के माध्यम से बहती है।

विषय और भावनाएँ: ग़ज़ल में अक्सर अनंत भावनाएँ जैसे प्रेम, सुंदरता, और रहस्यवाद होते हैं, जबकि नज़्म आध्यात्मिकता से लेकर राजनीति तक के विषयों को पेश करती है।

तुकांत और लय: ग़ज़ल में एक सख्त तुकांत योजना और रदीफ़ होती है, जबकि नज़्म अधिक लचीली संरचना का पालन करती है, अक्सर मुक्त छंद में होती है।

उत्पत्ति और सांस्कृतिक महत्त्व ग़ज़ल की शुरुआत 7वीं शताब्दी के अरब से हुई, जो फ़ारसी साहित्य के माध्यम से उर्दू में पहुँची, जहाँ यह एक सांस्कृतिक धरोहर बन गई। इसके विपरीत, नज़्म का विकास उर्दू में हुआ और यह दक्षिण एशियाई विरासत को दर्शाती है, जिसमें व्यक्तिगत से लेकर दार्शनिक विषयों का समावेश होता है। आज भी, ग़ज़ल और नज़्म उर्दू-भाषी क्षेत्रों की कलात्मक पहचान का एक महत्वपूर्ण हिस्सा बने हुए हैं, जो दक्षिण एशियाई संस्कृति की भावनात्मक और बौद्धिक गहराई का प्रतीक हैं।

[weepingwillow369]

Your Radiance

Yet again in darkness I stayed,

Out in the open, that's where I played.

Until you showed up, with your sunny smile,

And banished the darkness with it for a while.

Radiance from you will always heal any scar,

Endless light from you can create a star.

Truth and lies, I told you many,

However, you never told a lie, not even any.

Evening it was, when you said the word,

Sincere and honest, and it made my world.

When I heard it, from happiness, I fainted,

Eager and free, I thought I was sainted.

Enough of this, you are my one,

Through thick and thin, you'll be my sun.

Even now, I cannot believe,

Such a wonderful person is in love with me.

Truer words cannot be said, my love for you will never end.

[leon-production]

So much grandeur in you, I can't see your soul Proud to the point of indecency, You're nauseatingly empty. 👻 Alice Romanova 🖖

[rohmishyt]

Delve into the world of ghazals with "Yeh Kahan Apne Kaam Aayenge" from the collection "Baat Zara Si." Poetically crafted by the late Shri Vishwajit Tuljapurkar, this ghazal is a soulful expression of life's uncertainties and aspirations. Sung and composed by Rohmish, let the poignant melodies and heartfelt lyrics resonate with your soul. Experience the essence of ghazals with this enchanting rendition. Music production by Carry-A-Tune Studio. All rights reserved with Rohmish Production.

[blueheartbookclub]

RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM By Omar Khayyam Rendered into English Verse By Edward Fitzgerald, Illustrated By Edmund J. Sullivan

"Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam," elegantly translated into English verse by the talented Edward Fitzgerald and accompanied by the exquisite illustrations of Edmund J. Sullivan, stands as a testament to the timeless beauty of Persian poetry and the visual arts.

Edward Fitzgerald's translation of Omar Khayyam's quatrains has long been celebrated for its poetic brilliance. In this rendition, Fitzgerald skillfully captures the essence of Khayyam's philosophical musings, his contemplation of life's transience, and his celebration of the present moment. Each quatrain, rich with profound wisdom and poignant imagery, resonates with readers across cultures and generations. Fitzgerald's language flows with a lyrical cadence, bringing to life the mystique and depth of Khayyam's verses.

What truly elevates this edition of the "Rubaiyat" is the addition of Edmund J. Sullivan's illustrations. Sullivan's artwork, intricate and evocative, complements Khayyam's poetry with visual splendor. His illustrations, reminiscent of Persian miniatures, intricately weave together the themes of love, nature, and the human condition. Each illustration is a masterpiece in itself, capturing the essence of Khayyam's verses and adding a visual dimension to the profound emotions conveyed in the poetry.

The synergy between Fitzgerald's words and Sullivan's illustrations creates a harmonious reading experience. As readers delve into the quatrains, Sullivan's artwork enhances the emotional depth of the verses, allowing readers to immerse themselves fully in Khayyam's world. The illustrations serve as a visual interpretation of the poet's thoughts, enriching the reader's understanding of the nuances embedded in each stanza.

(Edmund J. Sullivan's Beautiful illustration for Khayyam's 11th poem in the book

"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,

A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou

⁠Beside me singing in the Wilderness—

And Wilderness is Paradise now." )

Furthermore, the edition's meticulous attention to detail, from the choice of paper to the quality of printing, enhances the overall aesthetic appeal. The book itself becomes a work of art, inviting readers to engage not only with the poetry and illustrations but also with the physical beauty of the volume.

In conclusion, "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" in this edition, illustrated by Edmund J. Sullivan and translated by Edward Fitzgerald, is a masterpiece that seamlessly marries poetry and art. It transcends the boundaries of time and culture, inviting readers to embark on a contemplative journey through the verses of one of Persia's greatest poets. This edition is a treasure trove for enthusiasts of both poetry and visual arts, offering a profound and immersive experience that lingers in the heart and mind long after the book is closed. It stands as a testament to the enduring power of artistic collaboration and the ability of literature and art to stir the soul and ignite the imagination.

Omar Khayyam's " Rubaiyat" is available in Amazon in paperback 11.99$ and hardcover 19.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 177

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

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Review By: King's Cat