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.
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.
From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com
This poem is dedicated to KIM who is the muse of this poem highlighting diligent passion.
Img: Flames surrounding a women
Text: The search of the lost fire
Suggested by: KIM
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The confusion of existence and it's frequent search of meaning is exhausting.Everything is a perspective and a new angle to view?Have anyone really found a common point with different perspective?It's like the tale switches:When a hero speaks or a villain the right and wrong is a perspective.It's just a point of view of my own still speaking from a perspective.
As the entangled state of perplexity grows it's difficult to understand or go with the flow.The relearning to unwind the climber plant and escape.The thought takes time to understand and come alive.
Img: Papers flying around representing the confusion within a dim atmosphere
Text:Perspective or point of view
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The ironic view of life as a game is viewed by sensing patterns and lifestyles.It's a point of view expressing the constant similarities which needs to be questioned?The odd law of nature hides riddles of questions beneath, found in the hands of seeker chosen to peek and leave different odor of existence.
Img: A girl standing in front of a door with neon blue light consisting time frame and clouds to express game setting.
Text:Life as a game
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The fear is about the way the world is running.The run for basic needs or desire.The peace is lost, remains void.The chase for comfort or a race of life?Need's or prestige?Is it the outer shell or actual existence?The struggle visible around is just the start.A mere human what can I do? I am too existing in the journey of sheep's can I ever be a sephard?Then what about those who really deserve to be awarded as sephard, Alas! The world doesn't works that way.The fixed norms and rules are needed to confine.Before you even know about a crime you will be disciplined and confined of the crime of enjoyment in life or breathe with ease.The nature is a gift! not a price needed to be paid.Despite knowing we can just sway and keep on relaying the same to the younger one's.
Img: A man in tight spot mouth is taped and focused only in work with ropes dangling with a representation of confined will.
Text:It's represents the cycle of work in urban areas.
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The dual path of pessimistic and optimistic with ironic existence of reality.Climbing the ladder or falling down both needs eye opener reality.The closed curtains and lost of thoughts needs refreshment or hint of reality.Still a question lingers Do I really know about realistic?
Img: The beauty of village with nature is captured.
Text:It's represents 2 different nature.(Optimist and pessimist)
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It represents the nature which is a like fossil, present just like the long gone past against technological advancement.The hidden beauty of nature has been masked for the struggling individuals who are busy with work and life! while ,freedom needs to be questioned?
Img: The beauty of village with nature is captured.
Text:It's represents nature
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I have no words to speak for silence.The coiled up point when the snake bites it’s own tale.The answer asked in the void echoes within.Then the tired and lethargic point arrives before old age and structure makes up the character.A mere question sticks until it vanishes to give birth to new ones.The ultimate escape is the death of the question.The lost of interest and tired point will come in the surface to float.The words are very simple and plain but the expression is huge hidden within each words which isn't represented vaguely to express but only felt.
Img: It represent's the silent stare to question the void and silence with messy hair.Ocean blue eyes with thoughts intensity.
Text:It's the question for silence
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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?
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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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.
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
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It was written on a gloomy day when trials of self-existence and its unwelcomed gesture of truth started to display. The way my mind works is confusing. Have I ever imagined myself as my own, or am I still learning about my existence? Partially speaking, Do I exist? I am unaware of my speech. My actions are mine. A puppet who is writing just because a skill exists with no use or value. What is my value? My worth?My existence reason? Am I immortal or mortal? Are the speeches I speak really mine? If it is true, then why do I change with emotion and speak sometimes against my will? I am still searching for things that are or aren't concerned about mine.
IMG BY: Alexia Anonima
Img: A girl with guitar attached at the back
Text: A poem about psychological confusions
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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.
IMG BY:CROMI BOY
Img: A collage of with music inspiration
Text: A poem about musical intrest of individuals
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Written to express the melancholy and odd view of life which exist with the beauty just like the day and night forms union to shape this world.The visual imagination of the sea and life when you don't know how to swim.The continuouse process of breathing and taking breaks with air just to rewind and sink in the water again.How many up's and down's will it take to decompose?Was it worthy or worthless.When the wavelength of light reflects with blue or green for me in water while other light reflects in the surface and floats.Can you ask me when I am not the same colored surface as you?I won't understand then definetly!Just become an empath to undestand can't you?
IMG BY: Malhotranandni55
Img: The sea with a girl sitting in springboard
Text: A poem about the vast sea and life
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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?
IMG BY:MaryImg: Two individuals making promise with hands representing friendship
Text: A poem for most of the readers
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Written to express trust and its betrayal, just like the lock and key provided among multiple individuals about secrets. It represents the fragile nature of trust. Who should be trusted? Maybe it is situational or a change with the drift of time. It also expresses the pain of bleeding using papers, unsure and confused whether it will ever see the light or reach the world. The symbolic relation of lock and key expresses loyalty and bonding deeply. It shows that trusted individuals are given keys, but the game begins when you can trust and remain free. Even the bonding of the lock is confined, and it can create fears of uncertainty. It represents the bitter truth about trust and partially about the nature of empathy. It expresses the pain hidden in every action, the minute melancholy is expressed even in great times. It's subsided due to the grand opening ahead, but still, that emotion is also validated.
IMG BY:Bored Panda
Img: A girl is a lock in her back with key in hand
Text: A poem about trust issues
From: Admin journeytopoetry@gmail.com
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