First it’s a bud,
Then the heart showers,
Breaks into feelings,
Words build like towers,
That shake your mind,
And then devour,
Feelings, that make,
A poem flower.
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Like children,
In making it happen,Even if it doesn’t exist,But is that not the wayThat Dream Hunters,Alleviate pain,Fighting depression,Abuse, injusticeWith pen,Instead of fist.
Alone,
Quite unpleasantMost of the time,Monotony, BoredomSets inAfter so many yearsDo I know myself,Or am I just,A walking sinOf a strangerKept sadly,Near byIn an inconspicuous,Bin!Alone,With yourself,Sometimes, inspires, fearsThat after so many yearsThere are thingsYou still don ‘t knowAbout, yourself,And that full ofMystery appear.But the mostPainful of all,Still isBeing alone,With yourselfAnd still askingWhat inthe worldAm I doing,Alone,…
How do you play
Tears are liquid pain,Not always seen,Emptiness, a phase,That’s harsh and lean,Lost in space,Hardly any light,Left to redeem.How do you play,Depression’s scene?You look at the Sea,Hoping for a dream.
Poetry is,
You can’t shake it,Falsify it,Or fake it.Like Autumn Leaves,Poems may fall,But it takes the heart,To authenticate them,All.
Oh, that empty feeling,
When nothing really sets,And things go round and round.Oh, that empty feeling,When Love is not around,And all you do is co-exist,Without making a sound….
Touching,
Into,The most secret fibersOf the human soul,Poetry finds itsFinest hour,And like loveCan rescue,Benefiting us all.