#real poetry

[shayriara]

#Muhbbat

मुकद्दर मे नहीं था इसीलिए इज़हार नहीं किया

मुहब्बत को जाने दिया और इक़रार नहीं किया...

Muqddar me nhi tha isiliye izhaar nhi kiya

Muhbbat ko jaane diya or iqraar nhi kiya...

- Krishna sharma (कृष्णा शर्मा )

[aseelayelia99]

Revolt of the angels

The revolt of the angels starts a war

That sweeps through lands that never fought before.

It sets on fire everyone’s soul

Like coal in a train’s engine with one goal;

To run over everyone in its track

And turn all its enemy into a snack

That satiates the hunger of the poor

And puts in place the people with delusions of grandeur.

Angels are the last to revolt as they know violence can only be their last resort.

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound

[lifesapoem]

When people ask me am i a talker or a listener, i say I'm both, because I think I'm talkative but when it comes to certain stuff, I'll tell you about my dreams goals even plans but don't ask about my pain my brain goes corrupt, not cause i don't know pain but because I'm better happy. crying; and dwelling makes me feel so so weak. so maybe it's just vulnerablity. But still i find myself longing for that kind of connection where i can just talk, but i leave that to god and my thoughts, because when i talk no ones hear it all,

But i enjoy being a listener, i love helping and healing, (what about you?) Giving and not recieving, (what about you?) I'll give you hope don't stop beliving, conversations from morning night and evening and people pleasing (what about you?) Stop asking me what about me okay, I'm sorry the answer isn't easy, but remember in order to be a listener and listen good, i had to be a talker who understood, i had to receive your pain to know your pain. i had to feel no sympathy to give you empathy, i had to feel loneliness to give you longingness, i had to feel sadness to know how to give you happiness, i had to feel down to get you off the ground, i had to feel suicidal to know how to get you through with working vitals.

So be kind to a listener with good advice, they may be open and nice, but they don't share share how much they hurt inside, it may not be the healthiest but that's how they stay alive, cause they'd rather try to give what they didn't have even if it means the pain stays in their mind. (Still what about you?) I'm happy to help people survive.

- Jupiter knight

[lilithkeir]

Clay bowl✒️ There is a monster inside you, and you can't even tell.

Or maybe you can and that's part of this hell.

A man I love too much and children at risk.

Problem after problem I can't seem to fix.

I feel like a bowl crafted from clay.

When everyone else seems like a perfect picture with the frame.

I haven't even learned how not to be a bowl.

An object that sits and fills till an enviable overflow.

I want to be a photo with a perfect frame

Just hanging on the wall watching Instead of losing this Never-ending game.

But I'm starting to think I'll always be a bowl.

And purely because my lack of control.

[simplydeus]

The heart of an incredible hart in an endless strivation for the hearth that we must call life

If I had the cool

Of all the rolling papers,

Can I still feel the warmth

Of that which you drool

Do not burn me with the vapors

All that is left here

Of stones and rocks and stones,

I have the courage

To watch you sneer

Of course, down to my bones

In a distant future

Of all your alarms,

But why is it orange

And why does it suture

The wound of harms

I wanted to find all the answers of life, yet I keep standing here with warmth,

I still do not understand the heatness of cowardice that somehow projects courage,

And of course, why does thine hand after all this want to colour me red,

When the picture shows the self as orange.

[astindrws]

The evergreens sing songs of melancholy

As their evergreen needles turn orange and fall

Making the soil acidic, with tears of bitter sorrow

They were never evergreens afterall

[evenstar]

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

Just Smile by Crystal Charlotte Lynch

Just Smile it’ll be okay

Smile and wish the madness away

It’s a simple little thing

However the pearly whites of my mouth

Are shy, unbothered, full of self doubt

Smile and it’ll make ‘‘em happy

You’re welcome to express emotion

A smile conveys happiness and laughter

My esteem is teetering and so

I produce smiles lacking in enthusiasm

Just Smile sweet dear child

No longer should you bare your burden

What is there for me to smile about

I must be impaired In need of inspiration

My smile is incomplete

You have to look closely

More than surface take a detour exhale that lonely breathe

The unknown arrival i must rival

The smile I attempt to wear

Just Smile

[eggsdoodz]

i love love <333

[willbbg]

حبيبي عافني ومشى سافر ماضن يجي

[shayriara]

#Guftgu

वापस नहीं आएगा ये गुफ़्तगू का आलम

तू मेरे वक़्त को अपना वक़्त जरूर दे..

Waps nhi aayega ye guftgu ka aalam

Tu mere waqt ko apna waqt jrur de..

- Krishna sharma (कृष्णा शर्मा )

[aseelayelia99]

The Monster you Became

Your great grandparent kept his mouth shut when things weren’t fair.

You walk around with a gun and everyone in fear stare.

Your grandfather ate for lunch people who would have never had him for dinner,

With you being the judge, jury, and executor of your enemy’s sinner.

You see the blood on your father’s hand, yet wonder

why your line has been hit twice by thunder?

In someone’s mind, you have became the person in your great grandfather’s nightmare.

You have built your future on someone else’s past with no care

You’ve turned into the thing you always hated.

You have chosen to be the monster you always feared.

Now, you leave a trail of blood in your wake and ponder why have I been hit twice by Thunder.

I have been thinking a lot of how could the victims of a horrendous thing like the Holocaust, go on to commit such atrocious acts against their fellow humans.

I understand the political, imperial, capitalistic gains of acting like this on a theoretical level, but how can an average person cheer on as another human dies?

When I remember Sderot cinema, I think how could anyone think of someone else’s suffering as entertainment?

What kind of a person thinks that this is okay?

I started this poem by writing the line, “you have turned into the thing you hate.”

I thought I would try to understand how could someone do this, but as I was writing this poem, I realized that I don’t want to know how could someone turn from the victim to a villain. I don’t want to stain my soul with such knowledge. I wanna know how I can make sure that I never become that. I want to actively distance myself from anything that could make me like that, and anyone who is willing to use trauma to justify that.

[lifesapoem]

I struggled to find the difference between love and hate..

turns out they were right when they said it's a thin line. Is it the way you say you hope i achieve my dreams, or the way you sabotage my mind. is it the way you make me laugh until i enjoy, or the way you yell until you make me cry, is it the way you tell me the truth or the broken promises turnt into lies, which one is wrong and which one is right.

you said you were preparing me for the world while making it seem so innocent, like all I learned is it's okay for people to treat me like i was shit over again. cause they were just doing what you did. so the second someone treats me like a human being i fall into their trap like a bee glued to honey, and when they don't i just laugh cause they were playing like we did, isn't it funny?

My emotions are mindfield, I'm stuck between knowing, and not knowing what love is. I'm confused and sad, well I think I'm sad wait I'm not allowed to be nothing more than glad, cause you kept me living, but no you ain't keep me alive. you saw my wombs and made it harder to survive. but still when you ask i say I'm fine, cause if I'm not then who am i, just a stranger who made up those emotions right? He's not there anymore, but he's still in my head, he's in dark, he's in mirror, he's in my bed, but then I remember I can't say it exist, so if you pretend I should pretend and maybe i forget, but I don't, my family hurt me more than strangers, so I started to think maybe i deserved the danger, maybe it's okay, maybe it's fake, maybe one day my trauma won't keep awake, maybe I'm safe, maybe I won't have flashbacks of everything in my brain

So my question is what is love? Is it real or is it fake?

- Jupiter knight

[logophile-18]

Goodmorning, all.

" We talk so much of  light, please. let me speak on behalf

of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark

the beginning of a day is."

Maggie Smith, How Dark the Beginning. 2020

[lilithkeir]

🎵"Happy birthday to you🎵," echos in my head. Followed by a louder voice asking me, "Why are you still not dead?".

 Every year, another reason seems to compel me.. Not to leave this earth and to finally set myself free..

 First, it was my mom, and then it was my dad, and at one point, it was only the drugs that I had.

After time, it became my son and my daughter and my crippling fear they wouldn't have the life lessons I have taught here.

Now, as I approach year 27, my insides are still weak, and the pain hasn't lessened.

I have so much to live for but can't help but feel like I'm losing. My life feels tainted, and I don't wanna choose it.

 I want to want life and not just physically, I just want to see the light and value inside of me. 

I need to cleanse my soul and see what I can discover. Death is no longer an option. I can't keep living for others. 

[hiwaporwave]

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