A poem about embracing the present moment, showing love to yourself, and taking in the blissfulness of a peaceful night.
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(The following is an imaginative work and does not represent the poet)
Sadness pervades my existence,
Hope eludes my hand.
Despair fills my soul,
My future is unplanned.
Whispers of sorrow roam the halls
Like spectres from a world untold.
The weight of oblivion crushes my eyes,
The reality of futility curtails my tries.
Lay on her bed
Face; tear stained
Pulled a blanket over her body,
It had suddenly gotten cold
And dark too.
She curled up inside her blanket,
Black hooded figures hovering above her.
She wanted to fall asleep,
And never wake up again.
Her phone rang,
Grumbling she answered it.
A familiar voice said, “Hello.”
And the voice must have been magic,
The figures disappeared.
The room got brighter, warmer.
And her face lit up!
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The roads do not rest on tar itself:
They are imbued with the sweat of the labouring help;
Buildings have been built not only on cement
But have been realised through what the workers have lent;
The furniture that provides us comfort in our houses
Would not have arrived if not for the working thousands.
Let us give thanks to the strong human hands
Who slog day and night to enhance our lands.
(female character I used to play)
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Shuffling through the dark
With only the meagre flame of hope
Dwindling as the blackness consumed
The room with greater intensity.
The actions were felt but not witnessed,
Even by himself.
His bare feet sensed their way across
Till he came in contact with a sticky slime
Which wreaked of a foul stench
Unknown to him before entering that doomed place.
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There was a point
where I couldn’t hide it;
Hide it from the world that surrounded me.
Astonished by my behaviour,
People began to question me;
Question me about my “surprising” change.
Magnetised to Mother Earth
Yet yearning to be one with the Mistress in the Sky,
Who shimmers with the sequins adorned
On Her mysterious dark guise.
Eyes like ashes,
Burnt from eternal ambition.
Chin like a boulder,
Bashing all that transcends it.
Lips like a bow,
Hurling arrows into shallow chests.
Grotesque claws clench his soul
And dig into his chest
Like butcher hooks.
They eat away at its sinews
Like a starved wolf
Delighting in the cries of its prey.
Legs sprawled on the soft bed of the Earth,
Hands splayed on the cool silk of Its robe.
An authentic smile adorned her face –
Not compulsed by politeness,
Nor feigned to fake being fine.
Her eyes flirted with the gay sun,
Her ears tingled with the kindness of the sea.