CYCLE

Times feels like its running with three legs

But I have no place to go for

I am just drifting as it sways me

I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay

When an open spirit is binded with laws

The fogs and mists are on the way

Then I feel dumb to keep on moving

The waves carry me, tosses and keeps dancing

I feel like I am sinking in air

To pave my own path my ways

Despite the effort I am stuck in circles

The cycle of motivation and efforts always bouncing

Until, Alas I feel time is still running

And remember I have no place to go

I am just drifting as it sways me

I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay

Text:Cycle in life

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CHANGE IN SEASON

Seasonal thoughts  once in a while.

In the morning

When someone is yearning

In the noon time

When someone is mourning

 

The struggle exists

In the gloomy mists

The reminisce past

U never know it will last 

Nobody could understand

The crops of your suffering land

But see it with another perspective

Are you sure they did it knowingly

 

I would say I predict nobody knowing hurts

But something their product of environment do say

It's difficult to forgive and forgot

As the time ticks I am coming closer to grave

Img: Different seasons

Text:Thoughts are like seasons

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EMPATH SPEECH

 Just a mere spill after the void took over control.Some readers could relate to the dynamic shift from silence to violence not in action but words.

 

What type of words are left from me to bleed in paper again

Where did it got wrong it's just I don’t know about it anyway?

The art of hiding began after search of light in the lighthouse

But alas it was burned to ashes just left with reminance of a thought to share

 

Why is it that its only my job to remember, understand and make you comfortable?

While for you all it taken and guarantee you blantly tell you don’t want to know and ask just share it

If it was only for the sentence to be formed Why would I tell you? I want to be understood not heard

I also want the priority which I give not taken as guarantee

 

The rage and anger which shadows and wear's a mask are destructive

It lashes out suddenly even during unexpected time yearning for understanding

A small thing also can be a great deal for someone why won't you understand

A vague word understand stands only in my dictionary while for others it’s a vanished word

 

At the end I want you to be curious and let your desire to understand me

But alas that’s only in my dictionary I should only understand that it's your trauma that makes you like this

Also, what about trauma you will induce to me after all this

I still don’t know what words are left from me to bleed in paper again

 

Img: The fusion of colors denoting expression with art.

Text: Empathic tale

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RIVARY AND JOKES ASKED FOR

This poem is dedicated to SAPTARSHI who is the muse of this poem highlighting joy with jokes.

Rivary = a softer, playful form of rivalry, more teasing than conflict

A colorful phase of apple in stage

A huge talker of science with escaping philosophy

Is a philatelia diving into miniature art works

Maximum dementia! ending with question what Is this folk?

 

I bet every words forming sentence which is layed will be questioned what is this again?

It’s not a complain to not know but without the will to dwell it’s empty and numb

Nicknames are staged for the play talks are in circles make dusk till a dawn a day

Details are in loss never remembered or even tried, always a need of re-explanation to play

A hornet is confused? Should I pick on bees or collect honey

   A part from the jokes and playful rivalry

   That’s all that sustains you are ‘bro’-’ther’ and again

    Where are the gifts? I’m just ‘tea’-’sing’

Img: An aged man dwelling in philatelia

Text: Jokes with joy and rivary to play

Suggested by: SAPTARSHI 

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ARTISANRY FADING

 

A minor expression of a glimpse of frustration in the ocean of life.The higher expectation and need to solve life more than experience or live for a certain stage.

I realize it was never me who was good

It was because I was in the crowd

It never crossed my mind that I would realize

Until now I was dreaming eyes closed

 

I realized today what the word average means

I am not blaming the times have designed me

But the forever hustle and bustle to be successful

Is very tiring I can't give a try

 

The destiny and time have designed me

Why me? why situation plays rewind?

Be it skill or jill or rhyme

I have no words left to ease or soothe

 

I can dance, sing, write, poems and draw

But the price is being average everywhere

Even in studies or daily works I am forever struggling

What will I do? How will it shape me?

 

I am given boon just for it be snatched with me

I don’t need anything new let me live in cracks

When I will shape one other will fall

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

Did I ask more? How much? since when?

I have nothing left but time ticking to be used predetermined

Who shall I face? The young girl, the little me?

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

How will you explain to her?

 

Why set dreams or hopes which cannot be fulfilled

You are the sinner to raise hopes

I hope for your despair from my heart

I mean it I swear

 

jill: youthful

Img: Hamster cycle

Text: Pebbles in the ocean called life

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FAROUCHE SPEAKS ABOUT POETRY

A small glimpse of words carving sentence of existence.The help of pacemaker is the sole reason of existing.An opportunity given to express, feel not impress but collect a whole emotion in small boxes within chapters of poems.A place where empath could share the emotional point of view. 

Poetry is my heart

It’s a replacement, transplant that I got!

The day I forget how to write

I declare the land is deaden

 

It's because I was given a second chance

To feel, bleed, cry, and joy altogether

It’s a new life which I can feel

It’s a ray of light in the darkest sea

 

One of the gifts that I received

Comes from the hardship by sailing my broken ship

I was given a pumping heart

To see, hear, feel and to let hear my call 

A boon that one receives with heavy price

Comes only after a second heart is born

In-fact the first can't lean and immerse with care

As they haven't experienced creation and mystery

 

We can cry, laugh, and express in poetry

It’s the blood that pumps in my heart

It’s the pacemaker in my heart that makes me alive

I am glad to be reborn with freshness

Img: The skeleton like hand is scribbling words of existence in           dead trees(paper).

Text: The similarity of a paper and a human if they both are       dead is visible either in the medium of paper or the words of   creation.

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WHERE IS THE FIRE IN ME?

 This poem is dedicated to KIM who is the muse of this poem highlighting diligent passion.

I remember the passion, rage and love expressed in my dream

It’s been ages I can’t remember the fire will it even scream?

I build it up piece by piece to make it whole

But the spark is lost will I even reach my goal

 

The fire torch I use to carry wasn’t afraid of the sea

But deep down I could see it’s fading it is coming for me

All I wanted was to keep it safe from the sea’s with depth

But gradually it’s shinning as I’m inking with the sound of crept

 

I could hear the siren, feel the darkness yet, I’m numb

Where could I be? Or who could I even be?

I feel the tightness in my throat with loss of words

My heart sinked and reached the challenger deep                       

 

All I could see is water all around, suffocating, struggling to land in the ground

All I wanted was to protect my fire torch, was it too much to ask or bond?

As I’m losing a piece or whole self, fading, drifting, or sinking I still wanted to ink

How long could I handle this devastated self the lost me it’s gone within a blink

 

What have I even done to lose my only rope of success

I hanged it like treasure never feared and ran for my race

I worked hrs and yrs to improve! with even failures I trace

But at the last I couldn’t even win or prove was handed not trophy but it’s lace

The lace which makes me stand beside the winners

The face I see everyday and everywhere, the will, the flame is shattered with shame

How will I speak or who shall I share I’m scared, afraid even of my own name?

I yearn the fire it’s gracious touch where is the me I lost come back I won’t blame

Img: Flames surrounding a women 

Text: The search of the lost fire

Suggested by: KIM

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SEEK PEAK THE INBETWEEN

 

This poem represents the contrast existence between heaven and hell.The mere existence of humans and there part in the play.It talks about the cycle of emotion and it’s representation in between the strings which adjust and shapes there emotion with good or bad feeling.Is it really true?Are we actually the good from heaven with wings ?or Are we the bad from hell with shackles?The confusing tale separating human individually with this delima.The fact is you aren’t heaven or hell it’s the external factor.You are human the purest form and beautiful creature if you stop comparing and expressing without environmental change and emotions of course you are different?

Life up heaven, life down hell

I am in between found no where

I am both bonded with thick layers

I can curse also speak prayers

 

The chaos in mind remains alive

The temporary place family, friend, or wife

Will shatter the reality with dear knife

It's hard to understand though its rife

 

The ominous existence symbolizes the raven

Shackle of hell and wings of heaven

Is what remains we all are deaden

Your memories are lost because your leaven

It's time to gain what's lost

The chest box remains beneath hidden covered, rusted

Suffer with deaden to clean views dusted

Else you can live as usually adjusted

 

Raven: Grief, loss unease

Leaven: Modify transform

Rife: Common

Deaden: Dull pain

Img: It represent's the combination of heaven and hell with the junction in between a human smaller enough to be visible climbing stairs in the mist

Text:It express the human and delima of emotion

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MY SOUL'S LOVER

 

Written when the reform and reshaping of self just began.The trails of the darkness resulting the awakening sun with handful of experience waiting to shine bright.The small creep of the open door yearning for self existence and its recognition.It illustrates the beauty of every individual if they care to at least, peep themself thorough cracks!same way they expect themselves to be perfect, unique or stand out.It's the self realisation and self-love with it's value and importance for growth and understanding one self.The expressive hidden emotion who isn't regarded and hidden waiting to break through doubts and form belives.It concludes you are special in your own way your determine your value and grace with your words and action for yourself.

 

My life is so romantic

When I know how to love myself

I can feel the fire

When my heart yearns for its touch

 

I can touch the warmth

That's all I need its already enough

Then I know the inner me

I learned how to treat myself well

 

I smile a lot currently

Reminiscing the giggling and laughter it plays

The scenatic beauty of self-love

Is still ideally my romantic interest forever?

I love my laughter a lot

The child within me hugs me tightly

The inner me present along

Cuddles me with warmth and believe brightly

 

I melt, softly and diligently

Unsure how-to response very lovely sweetly

The continuously courtesy and decency

Hoping for them to always be with me

IMG BY: Plainndaa Ангелина

Img:  A girl feeling the breeze with open hands with a yellow toned nature

Text: A poem about self love and acceptance

FROM:ADMIN journeytopoetry@gmail.com

THOU IN MUSIC

 

Written asume and imagine different flavour's taste's of many peoples with multiple rhythms who expects at times to be recognised or rememberd for there songs and melodies of life.It speaks about beauty of different beats and emotions linked within each peace.A tale of emotion expressed with melody the communication with art.The representation of unique expression and blend of choices.It also speaks about every human I had, or will meet they have there own level of tunes some I understand and feel familiar while for others I try to learn or watch from afar and admire.With fleeting moments and times I'm learning, everyone shapes there own music.

It is a form of art mesmerized with expression

I learned a lot about it drastically with changing tastes

It is based on your individual peculiar preference

My thought drifted magically on the path musical explore

 

Thou use to listen to pop, western and vintage so on

Thou also know about classical and had a taste for it

At a time, thou picked the vintage and soft beats

Thou taste has been fixed within specific classical beats

 

It is a very individual and deep experience

I never imagined thou could feel this way

I'm mesmerized is thou a masterpiece

Existing spectacularly and peacefully everywhere within melody and song

Thou fluctuating choices was always revolving everywhere around

As thou unveiled the hidden emotion which I'm unaware

Thou couldn’t stop self to go with the flow

Thou became a blessing within beauty of beats

IMG BY:CROMI BOY

Img:  A collage of with music inspiration

Text: A poem about musical intrest of individuals

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THOU IN POEM

 

Written to express the beauty of every individuals even apart from the descriptions to create a poem of everyone so you can never tell nobody created a poem about me. It reflects the beauty of words illustrating and paving to grasp the beauty of people like you, but still, it is incomplete because it doesn't match the description. Of course! I could never capture a heavenly being like you NEVER! So I try to shape you with my hands, but alas, I never could. You are the water drop destined to find me ;) So that I could capture you with my camera of poetry and stanzas. You were destined to become my muse. You are the photo frame hanging with hazy faces in my heart. Your beauty isn't even captured by my heart! Now what do I have left to capture you?

Though this look will not remain permanently

It's just for memories to flip, freely

The pages are flipped over to reminisce

The sculpture is made again for betterment

 

A beauty present within the celestial eyes

The eyes shine's as the cosmic star rise

The fluttering lashes blinks for a while

Filled with the flower like beautiful smile

 

As the eyebrow tilts with mystery within

The cheeks blush with smiles like lantern

The hair flutters as the wind teases

The pretty dress is covered with creases

The books thou carry is always a mystery

Sometimes science, philosophy, poems, essays, and history

A quite reserved and silent sea

Splashes waves of emotions just for me

 

The Agave plant is what Thou is

Thou bloomed with patience purity and free

The moments together are short for me

The picture is admiration I 'm lost definitely

 

The definition of surprise is thou definitely

Thou are a poet self-indulging in poetry

Thou describe self with stanzas not words

Picturing self in a frame very beautifully

IMG BY:Mary

Img:  Two individuals making promise with hands representing friendship

Text: A poem for most of the readers

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