#PoeticExpressions

[jaggedjawjosh]

She who spreads kindness nurtures her own spirit, turning ripples into waves that can change the world.

[bigfeelinghuman]

my heart became tinder to sacrifice itself to the flame of our love -BigFeelingHuman

[samarthisnothere]

"In your possession lie fragments of my being,

And within a letter of mine, embered remains reside,

Dampened days of the monsoon I have preserved,

Extinguish that ember, return my belongings,

My precious possessions..."

- Me

[rumiwrites]

[2dye4neisha]

Poetry by Poet Craig

Experience your true essence.

The River The river flowed that sunny day across the hills and plains. Feeling the freedom of flowing away while giving life to the golden grains. The wind whispered softly in the air whispering thoughts of love. Making the thoughts of lovers flutter like a fleeting snow-white dove. The earth embraced in her arms. The soil and sky, and sea. She nurtured and loved them with her charms so that…

[eternal-dreams]

"Write with your soul, and your verses will touch the heart of those who read them."

[s-soulwriter]

For my dear sister and brother Sometimes I see my mother’s face in the mirror, I wonder if growing up makes things clearer. I ponder if this is my final tragedy, And what does my sister see in her reality? Sometimes I glimpse my father’s gaze in the glass, I wonder if growing up means letting the past pass. I question if this is my last sorrowful plea, And what does my brother see in his reality? -Soulwriter (2021)

[butterflybaby98]

Knife Through Hearts

I slit a heart with a knife, Slit it deep, through pain and crimes. Till the blade's tip could clearly see, The world beyond, through his Injury..

He held the handle, frozen in pain, Paralyzed as blood did stain. I hugged him tight, from his back, To stop the flow, to feel his crack…

But as I pressed, harder still, The knife turned sharp, against my will. I felt its tip within my chest, Tearing muscles, denying rest.

He hurt more, while I hurt less, Two broken hearts in the deepest mess, He let me pull the blade away, Through tears, through screams, We chose to stay,

We stitched each heart, thread by thread, But my hand shook with a trembling Bloodshed, He stitched his own, then turned to mine, Selfless, calm, a love divine.

Now wounds have healed, though scars remain, The wound is triggered by love and pain. His hurts still ache; I feel them too, The suffering will end with a life that is true,

But time will pass, and the pain will fade, In his arms, my heart is laid. I hug him close, from the back I stay, Together, we'll find a brighter day.

[inkandsoulpoetry]

Soul of the Earth

By Jazmyn Edmonds

She sits in the center of an open field, Her tears rooted in the soil, Surrendering to the chaos is all she's ever known, yet her spirit remains still. The earth knows her tears, and she carefully listens, seeking meaning on the hill.

Her heart, so pure, yet her perception of her divinity so small. She searches for home in shattered glass, making sense of it all.

She loves, She laughs, She dreams.

Searching for meaning beyond her sorrows, Under scattered stars and weeping trees, She waits for whispers of what her heart burns to see.

Through rain, sun, and freshly fallen snow, At the witching hour, enchanted by a moonlit glow, She swims beneath ocean depths where her soul is free to cry, Crafted from the soul of the earth, She is love personified.

[elysianwing]

Panning

We often trick ourselves into thinking poems need be long and drawn out to extract some sort of truth from the stream of consciousness outpouring from our lips, pen-tips, and keystrokes... like prospectors sifting the earth searching for gold specks in dirt lifted from a river's bed. We must take great care to remind ourselves on occasion that the time we spend looking for golden truth is not nearly as important as where we start our search. written 9/1/2024 @ 7:58pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[wordsfromastranger]

If love was a question

If love was a question Willingly getting lost in someone would be the brief answer If love was a question Don’t ask a descriptive answer My explanation will not be able to justify answer But if the poetry becomes my rescuer, this is what I would’ve answered “With no expectations I’m heading into a path unknown to the mind but yet very known warmth and my heart is smiling I am sure to not…

[safeerray]

ग़ज़ल और नज़्म क्या हैं? उर्दू कविता की आत्मा का परिचय

ग़ज़ल क्या है?

ग़ज़ल एक काव्य रूप है, जिसे उसकी रोमांटिक और रहस्यमयी गहराई के लिए सराहा जाता है। इसमें तुकांत मक्तियाँ और दोहराई जाने वाली पंक्तियाँ होती हैं, जो भावनात्मक रूप से जटिल विषयों को पेश करती हैं। ग़ज़ल की उत्पत्ति फारसी और अरबी साहित्य में हुई, और यह उर्दू साहित्य का अहम हिस्सा बन गई, जिसे भारत और पाकिस्तान में बेहद पसंद किया जाता है। प्रेम और विरह की मार्मिक अभिव्यक्ति के लिए जानी जाने वाली ग़ज़ल, रूपक भाषा और प्रतीकात्मक छवियों का उपयोग करने का अनोखा ढंग रखती है। नज़्म क्या है?

ग़ज़ल से अलग, नज़्म किसी विशेष थीम या कहानी पर आधारित होती है। इसकी जड़ें फारसी में हैं, लेकिन यह उर्दू कविता में अपनी अलग पहचान बनाने में सफल रही। नज़्म के माध्यम से कवि सामाजिक, दार्शनिक और भावनात्मक मुद्दों पर अभिव्यक्ति देते हैं। नज़्म का लचीला ढांचा इसे रोमांटिक विचारों, राजनीतिक कथाओं और दार्शनिक चिंतन के लिए एक आदर्श माध्यम बनाता है। मुक्त छंद की शैली में नज़्म आधुनिक अभिव्यक्ति और सामाजिक आलोचना का एक महत्वपूर्ण साधन बन चुकी है। ग़ज़ल और नज़्म के प्रमुख अंतर संरचना: ग़ज़ल स्वतंत्र मक्तियों से बनी होती है, जिनमें हर एक अलग भावनात्मक परत को उजागर करती है, जबकि नज़्म एक सुसंगत कथा के माध्यम से बहती है।

विषय और भावनाएँ: ग़ज़ल में अक्सर अनंत भावनाएँ जैसे प्रेम, सुंदरता, और रहस्यवाद होते हैं, जबकि नज़्म आध्यात्मिकता से लेकर राजनीति तक के विषयों को पेश करती है।

तुकांत और लय: ग़ज़ल में एक सख्त तुकांत योजना और रदीफ़ होती है, जबकि नज़्म अधिक लचीली संरचना का पालन करती है, अक्सर मुक्त छंद में होती है।

उत्पत्ति और सांस्कृतिक महत्त्व ग़ज़ल की शुरुआत 7वीं शताब्दी के अरब से हुई, जो फ़ारसी साहित्य के माध्यम से उर्दू में पहुँची, जहाँ यह एक सांस्कृतिक धरोहर बन गई। इसके विपरीत, नज़्म का विकास उर्दू में हुआ और यह दक्षिण एशियाई विरासत को दर्शाती है, जिसमें व्यक्तिगत से लेकर दार्शनिक विषयों का समावेश होता है। आज भी, ग़ज़ल और नज़्म उर्दू-भाषी क्षेत्रों की कलात्मक पहचान का एक महत्वपूर्ण हिस्सा बने हुए हैं, जो दक्षिण एशियाई संस्कृति की भावनात्मक और बौद्धिक गहराई का प्रतीक हैं।

[leon-production]

So much grandeur in you, I can't see your soul Proud to the point of indecency, You're nauseatingly empty. 👻 Alice Romanova 🖖

[samarthisnothere]

Each time, spare me the wound of separation's sting,

If you're not mine, don't let me see your lingering.

Me

[rumiwrites]

[2dye4neisha]

Poet Craig/ Poetry/ Poem

Across the Ocean Across the ocean I see the foam, the mist that rises, the cloud that storms. The land that lies, the shore that calls, “come home, come home, now one and all.” Look to the ground, I see the sky. We live our life, and live to die. So plant the seeds, to drink the rain. In the name of love, to ease the pain. -Craig Carlson