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pitch-dark nights/ by authur michael tupu I sit under trees sketching the things that could've been on the black and white canvas five light years away. you jog my memory, to a place I once knew, and whisper whistles in the pitch dark, of stabbing words winding down my chest chirping gurgling sounds that reverberate 'round the weeping chest. a chest- of empty drawers drawn silhouettes hollowing out everything I once knew, I'm beginning to hate even the beautiful things. you whisper out whirling songs waving at mosaics and frescoes fuming in situ for-ever because they couldn't dance but I enjoy, I actually do— for a little while when you're caliginous, when the twigs and sprigs dance, moving in sync with the world, the sky and the oceans, and yet two things remain unbothered —peace and silence. #poetry#review#amtupu_

#review#asher Title : Sorry, Panache I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again. All my attempts to apologize will go in vain. These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt. Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt. But I wonder even if I fix myself.. Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf? That day when you'll unblock me and send.. "Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."

In Love With Death I am crying to release myself From the shackles of death; My tears are turning into vapors Against my warm cheeks That are burning because of The salt in my oozing sweat. I am barely able to take a step; And yet I am pushed to walk To feel the bruising pain of The fetters around my ankles. Holding an old and rusty cup Of a few gulps of dirty water, And walking with clumsy steps, With my hands inside the cuffs: Which are designed such that The fingers turn hard and stiff; They cannot clasp anything Except for heavy rocks of burden. After a lifetime of carrying them I am thrown in a deserted land Like an unfed defenseless animal. My mouth is parched of thirst, And I cannot even bring the cup To my lips as it cuts my wrists That will make me bleed to death. I want to take a few breaths To live a few moments more, Even in this dying hope To get a glimpse of you. Because you know my darling, You are worth dying for. Even a hazy memory of you Adds a drop of life in me. It is time; I surrender to death By getting fed into the inferno. I shout and scream for mercy; My screeching throat tears open Until it exudes tiny drops of blood; But they are vaporized instantly Due to the blaze of the raging fire. But something flashed before my eyes A moment before my last breath; Then I smiled and embraced my end. With you always by my side, I was never left alone! You were my guardian angel. So I was not unfortunate after all: To have no bonds, no memories, No sorrows, no joys, no love - A life without struggles or feelings! If I had absolutely nothing to lose, I would have left empty-handed With nothing to leave behind, Except for loneliness and regret. Instead, I realized how lucky I was: With my share of love and joy, I had something precious to lose, Something which I left behind; That made my life worth living. © Amit Herlekar #poetry#review

These nights I hope sleep find its way, Before my thoughts destroy me, Exhausted feelings and emotions will make, These nights more scary. There was a nights in moon light, where we are sleeping peacefully, Why this artificial lights making, These nights more terrible. In the war of mind and heart, Sleep is just a pawn, Where heart and mind will never win the war,but These nights witness as spectators. S NAVEEN #poetry#SN#review

#review#poetry#vd A normal happy life Little joys and peace Thats what i want, silly That calm soothing breeze Those fun times Giggles after falling Funny stupid games That i dream every morning I want them to come true For once i want to live A life without worry, i drew A vivid picture to keep alive Myself, and the memories of bright light days To keep myself going, series Of escape dreams paved ways I found my peace there Yet i long for it to never end I want the time to stop here Right when the bliss pretend To exist, in that moment When everything is perfect When everyone is at their best When there is no place for torment Dear Time, freeze and take a break For eternity, let me collect some Specks of happiness before wreak Ruins everything, let me be at home Home, promised place Of growth and comfort Sacred space of ease Come forth ! Come forth! Not ginornous castle I asked for a little love Was it too wishful hustle? Or my plea! My prayers too slow? One normal happy day Of love and laughter Without inflicting (pain) decay And Unlike fairytale everafter Its not an exorbitant ruse Nor Unfathomable task Where art thou muse? Is it too much to ask?

Got Falling in love with taking care of myself, Falling in love to be a new version of myself. When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind, A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"? The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite, to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma. It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind, When I was hunted by their words, haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow, was drowned in their successive sarcasm, ultimately these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me, and I flew away like air and raised. I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide Welling and I bear in the tide. I am a crest of the wave, And a Thunder deafening the ears, a Lighting blinding the eyes The wind cooling the field and flesh. The fog swirled thickly around me when I clung unwaveringly to dreams before it dies Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got their place to fly to the sky again. I am still real I am still here. Aliya Nahid #review #poetry

Sky... You are the blue, You are the light, You are the carrier of clouds. You have been witnessing the war, You have been witnessing the peace, You have been witnessing the love, You have been witnessing the world. (From Alpha) You have seen the tragedy, You have seen the lives, You have seen the nature, You are the meaning of eternal. You took the poison, You took the pollution, Yet, you never changed your colour. (like politicians) You are the miniature of the oceans. You are the floating blue ocean and wonder of the universe. S NAVEEN #poetry#SN#review

Trees fair young A Chinese acacia stands by the building which the residents live in Not many ones notice whereas it stays keeping calmer still The poplar with giant eyes surround it's trunk towers above the same architecture from another side People enjoy life under the shade of bright temperatures for their sunshine flying between leaves "Young lovely kids" soil under the roots of trees releases an exclamation gently Selection of the best which suits your observation just constructs the landscape in persons' minds while fused into a wider future. #philix#poetry#review

The last time we met The last words you Said were not just words , But bullets in my lungs . These beautiful clouds and cold Wheather , Reminds me of the moments we spent together . Celebrating first Eid in your absence , Makes me guilty for my existence. Scrolling through my WhatsApp these days, feels that life has left me no ways I always felt happy whenever we met , But now , Your name forces me to regret , Your wait compels me to forget , And , even your thoughts pierces my heart. -CH.Irfan. #review #poem #feature

Illusion The way you left without blinking Got me thinking We were nothing but illusion Every night, I sit on my bed thinking Is he feeling this too? This heavy load in my heart This burning feeling in my gut And these foggy waves on my mind I could ask you to stay But there's nothing left to say You're a closed door That I should stop knocking Cause I don't live there anymore And there's no one inside for me I will walk away You won't even hear my footsteps You'll never know how I felt Rosemène Saint Louis🥀 #review #poetry

Wingless angels Katrina: I think feminism is total trash Moni :hey!how you can say that?! Katrina:I'm honest moni....feminism is total trash!women rights?ha!...what a stupid thing Moni:I can't believe that you're saying these Katrina:why?why you think women and men are equal?you really think that women have rights?don't be silly....women never have any rights Moni:THEY ARE HUMAN TOO!!! Katrina:NO THEY'RE NOT! *deadly silence* Moni:Katrina... Katrina :you heard it right!they are not human!all human rights that we respect and shout it at top of our lungs.....they don't belong to US!!!and you wanna know why moni...I tell you because we are not human....women are....women are wingless angels ...wingless angels who stuck in this goddamn hell..which you males rule it. *moni watches his best friend...paradoxicall friend he got....a cool one. he smiles at himself for being silly but suddenly that smile fades away. when he sees her smirk* Katrina:don't be so happy.all angels are not similar. devil was an angel too *he gulped his salvia* Katrina:don't mess with this horror angel moni...that's my only warning for you Written by Elham #review

Sitting beside the window Holding the mourning stems, Ain't asking all But from you, your and yours, only! Things in the urn spilt out Blossoms shattered, like her years heretofore; Either the stem or thorns being the unfortunate, Paying for those words from her, every now. It is, It is not... #poem#tej#review