#poetrysociety

[shannyhere]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[jaggedjawjosh]

Your ambition is your map, leading you towards your extraordinary destiny. Pursue it, and greatness awaits you.

[vexshawy]

Kahlil Gibran to Mary Haskell (1914)

[joaaq]

Absence

Lost, but never wanting to be found.

Amidst the chaos, perhaps I'm bound

to wander this mysterious, unending path,

so vulnerable to fate's cold wrath.

Longing to feel the warmth of your hands,

why does it unfold as per His plans?

Lost once more, searching for purpose,

craving your voice, an insatiable surplus.

Your talks echo, profound and intense,

yet all dissolve into distant evanescence.

I strive to recall each detail intently,

but remember everything and nothing, gently.

[tearsdntfall06]

Why?

"I like you" "really?! why?" "why?" you ask How could I not fall for you? Your presence made me feel at ease in all the chaos, Your voice is like a beautiful song, that I could listen to forever So, yes I liked you If people ever ask me "Why him?" I won't be able t answer to any of them For if I started telling them " Why" I like you I wouldn't stop "sometimes you just don't need a reason to like a person", they say But for me there are countless reasons Yet I will still say, I like you without a reason For if I started counting all these reasons It would take me forever. ~Khushboo💌

[winterxdandelions]

Regret whispers each nightfall— dissonant melodies disrupt my comfort. Graced by the presence of bygone days, it awakens my soul, a labyrinth of thoughts. Mistakes twist and turn, inviting me into the empty hall. Once again, it’s the rhythm that made me stumble and fall. Bleeding and broken, leaving me in despair. The music’s gone, yet my cries echo in the air. Outside the palace, it waits, bathed in afterglow With a seductive smile, sweet and slow.

Elle

[maihonhassan]

ki haq se farishton ne 'iqbaal' ki ghammazi

To God the angels did complain ʹGainst Iqbal and did say

gustakh hai karta hai fitrat ki hina-bandi

That rude and insolent is he, Nature he paints much brightly

khaki hai magar is ke andaz hain aflaki

Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be:

rumi hai na shami hai kashi na samarqandi

Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free

sikhlai farishton ko aadam ki tarap us ne

To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine

aadam ko sikhata hai aadab-e-khudawandi

To clay‐made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine

- Allama Iqbal

[lastleaponthatswing]

"The stars will guide me home."

-Wing

[senlair]

Whispers of Red and Blue.

Early morning, the cool breeze revives the soul, making me forget all the suffering my skin endured from the heat of the flames that lasted for days and weeks.

Did the heat begin after you left? Or had it always been there, unnoticed?

The gradients of blue in the sky, from the highest heights to where it kisses the earth a red ray emerges.

The red appears out of nowhere, stealing the spotlight.

Does the blue envy it?

Even though blue commands the vastness of the sky and is a masterpiece with its shades and brilliance, red overwhelms and shines...

The blue resembles all our memories together, and the red is how it all ended.

Red is my betrayal and my pain.

Red is the color of my words when I applauded someone.

Red is the color of my heart as I speak to you despite all the blue.

Red is a final attempt, unnoticed by its creator that it was the last. Red was a white lie, or perhaps something I wanted to give to you. Are you the blue, and I the red? Or were you the red all along?

You push my love away, reject it, yet it remains a part of you, with all its shades, clinging to you, making you unique.

Was the sky beautiful with its turquoise-red hue? Or was it terrifying like raging flames?

Don’t ask me if I want to be blue or red, because I don’t want to be a glowing sky.

I want to be the cool breeze that revives the soul, but not his soul.

I want God to make me like the breeze that destroyed every denier when Moses grieved.

But I want to be cool and peaceful, like the wind that saves the believers in the hereafter.

Can Moses' sorrow be compared to mine? Or his love to my love?

Moses wandered in a limitless desert, and I wandered in a love that does not exist.

I’m tired of the 'what ifs,' but what if we united and became a shade of purple, seen only at the end of the day ?

Visible not to the farmer, nor the laborer, but to a lover and a poet, worn out by words, staying awake through the nights, and a lover exhausted by the 'what ifs.'

I will not forgive you if you were whoever you were, even if it was what it was, whether in the early morning or at the end of the day.

-S.D

[laddersofsweetmisery]

I beg to meet someone who survives it

- nikki howard, @laddersofsweetmisery

[atyasrama]

Funny thing about humans,

They get used to anything.

Even despair and suffering.

[shannyhere]

i became a crybaby after you died

the grief hit hard, and i couldn’t hide every little thing made me break and weep memories of you cut deep in my sleep

but tears, they heal in their quiet way slowly, i’m learning to face the day though you're not here, your love still remains guiding me gently through all of the pain

[jaggedjawjosh]

Believe in the power within you. Let hope burst forth, inspiring you to reach heights others only dream of.

[vexshawy]

In essence, it's a way of saying, "I care about you and what you have to say. Please share your experiences with me."

[joaaq]

Timeless Illusions

Oh, to wait--

An enchanting game, exciting chapters to engage.

The outcomes will always be life changing,

Either victory's embrace or in loss we discern.

Loss of time can't be put a price.

The time, while waiting,

Conflicting thoughts arise.

But fret not, my heart, mind and soul

Longs and Wait for you.

Oh, to be awaited--

It's such an honor.

Bewitch not by the world's colors.

The world's a battleground,

But you're in none's side.

Just a soul, waiting..

to cross the bloodshed and unite

with forever yours.

[tearsdntfall06]

HIM

I liked you since I caught you staring at me, I saw you in the computer lab, busy completing practical. The eyes that sparkled, Melted my heart before I asked. The world got blured, when I looked at you, Smiling in the frame, that captured you My mind knows, I never mattered to you (maybe) But this heart can't stop falling for you. You pass through the corridors once or twice, My heart goes searching for the millionth time. The wind whispers into my ears, There he goes the man, among the peers. All my diary pages are bored of me, Hearing the longest monologues for praising thee. My heart is awaiting for the day to come, When I have the guts to say- "I like you". ~Khushboo💌