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"Corona Virus" World taken by small virus Life frozen to below minus Quarantine and lockdown Virus must be knockdown Avoid crowd, wear masks Be responsible, fulfil tasks Keep a distance of 6 feet Death is looking to meet ~ Realist Writes #realist#poem#corona#review

Magnificent drop of rain on the ground the incense of soil freshening the mound, Dreadful black cloud with the lighting thrash & sound, Enchanting my soul relish about the mysterious coldy wind in my surround, Elated delightful sound by the children making paper boats on the street dreaming as a sailor of the sea, My heart went round in the thoughts of my old memories where we dance on the playing ground, Could I revive my old gracious childhood fantasy in my around, Trees are shaking hastily old golden leaves flying like it's a month of autumn with lots of zeal, Rain end softly & teached me the importance of life and nature, the boundless thought of divinity make you one precious gems of enormity..... By- Mohit #Review #poetry

Ex 6 The Kitchen It's that time again. My phone shouldn't swim. I leave it behind. My feet drag, the door joins in too. My face sags as always. Time pauses to tease. There's that pile again. I'm cuffed with no one to assist me. I take the glorified slime and mix it with the oils. The bubbles. I like the bubbles. But what do bubbles change? Then it strikes again. The silver chord within my heart is strummed again. Ripple from my head to my hands. Picking broken shards from the floor again. I miss the days. When she was around to mention my name. Here come my tears again. Pouring out of the cut I had. Not in my palms but in my heart to hold. I am in that place again. Floating in the fragrance of her cakes and pies. Landing in the tightness of her scolds and hugs. Rowing on the rivers of her secret prayers. It's that time again. Staring at myself in cloudy water. Seeing that left to me the storm will never be over. I like to hold on to the anger that bubbles inside. Wishing I could be a doctor before she went cold. The bubbles. I like the bubbles. But what do bubbles change? #MA#poetry#review

Intrigue life always ardour us by making ourselves more bright, I merely know the secert of life and death where soul know how to be polite, Miles away mysterious light flashing and telling the way of heaven, I glanced the salubrious garden with holy lake swans diving like melodies rain of ardent, My ears catches the Mesmerizing symphony and sound played by the angel of holy clouds, My heart plunge in her deep Captivating eyes blue ocean and miraculous paradise, Overweening I'm to enamored the color's of holy water and filled myself with the immortal drink of bottle, At the end my eyes open under the tree I wonder my dream blown so quickly so quickly.... By- Mohit #Review #poetry

Still haunting... Somewhere in the edge of my destiny, I lost myself in the world of memories.. Somewhere in the zenith of the mountain I disappeared in the mist of snow.. Somewhere in the darkest part of my life, I have been left to suffer alone.... #review #share #poet #VLV

Lost her in the dark sky I lost her in the dark sky, Thought she is hiding behind the stars, It costs my life to find her, I risked my lifetime to search her, Weeks and years passed by, Can't able to find her. At the beginning, I thought, I lost her in the dark sky, But she is purposefully hiding, She knows where I am but I don't Even after knowing this I searched, I didn't stop even after becoming mad. A past reminded me a conversation Her words, "What will you do if you lost me?" I replied I will become mad Those words haunted me deep. Those true words proves my loyalty But more of the past reminded me, My bag full of mistakes... My fate cursed me more and said you deserve it for what you did to her.... #review #poetry #share #VLV

I wish I could be blind for a few minutes in my life, So I couldn't see those godly curves around me. Showing off their soft and shiny skins, And staring at the pale and tight flesh that surround me. Or I wish I could turn deaf for a few minutes, So I couldn't hear their lip fillers speaking. Mighty tales of their hookups and night outs, Then pointing at me while chuckling and squeaking. Or maybe just turn invisible for some minutes, To remove my existence to feel a bit stronger. Hiding my skinny body in some invisible cloak, Before someone hides me shutting me in my locker. Or I could just get some paint and courage atleast , To paint the sign saying 'Girls Locker room' all black. And write with red paint that looks like blood, "Torture room" and hope someone will have my back. ~Maansi,iwritesometimes #mans #poetry #review

Sighs How many starved and became bones to make the wall this hard How many aged and turned drooped to keep the roof this high How many died and were buried for the floor to be this wide #AhmadMusa#review#poem

Nam Goongmin has long lost his child. It was mandatory; was never his choice. Things escalated so quickly, in matters of seconds his life turned upside down, four seasons all at once. The laughter, the exuberance, the elation, the melancholy, the sorrow, the anguish, the angst, and the anger. Feeling the fiery heat of an enkindled inner flame, even death will never be able to extinguish, is his new feeling; he can no longer get rid of. Miscarriage of justice and conviction of crimes he never committed weren't enough to ruin his life, they took it further, killing his mother and burning her alive. Fire can be fatal and so are knives, whereby his wife was killed. It didn't end there tho, entering a room but finding an empty crib was last anticipated thing; newborn baby, Jaemin, now is gone. It was then the end of Nam Goongmin. But the beginning of *Războinic* or *Răzbunător* maybe both, after all they are the same person but different peraonas. It was the end of his well scripted tragedy; his excruciatingly painful experience, however vowing in silent is no longer fervour to avenge the murders. With outrage and disbelief combined it was the birth of a serial killer. Na Jaemin is back as a detective, with first given case, was exposing the true identity of the mysterious killer. Will our young boy then be an exemplary detective, by helping solve a violent crime spree? Or will he fail his first given case, by being an exemplary son? *NB* This part is reserved only to give readers a great insight on how the story will unfold. It's a plot summary, that's why it's kept short, brief and murky. #review #novel

Title: "War" :( War could make you feel deterred, It could wreck your whole world. War between two nations, War between two communities, War between two thoughts. War could snatch your identity, It could sieze your entity. Many children grew up without their fathers, Wives left alone, insurance salesman became rocket launchers. Artists lost their existence, All were the aftermaths of war. Children lost their parents, Amateurs lived lives of paupers. People lost God's grace, Noncombatant strayed from their residence. Hospitals became prayer halls. Cementries listened wails, What not?! War is the result of incessant hostile thoughts, Million more innocents, million more onslaughts. Yes, we got praised. Got praised for what?! Winning war or loosing trust. As all wars are civil wars first. Because all men are brothers. Even after several years, We are unable to free ourselves, from the shackles of distress. War is nothing but a cowardly escape, from the problems of calmness. #review #rks #poetry

#review#woeisme WOE IS ME. Life seems bewildering like a maze. Some instances feel ravishing and some in the arms of haze.I keep pondering when is this supposed to cease, when will i fade. Can't bear the thoughts of the morrow,They intimidate like a tempestuous wave. Where is the balm of my woe? Was i not fit for destines grace? I wholly yearn to relish life's melody,did i sound too profane ? Before long i came across a stranger in a cerebral lane, His mouth was open ...he was nothing but bones, trying to say something but all i heard were groans. He finally told me he was running from woe never to realise how old he did grow.I scrutinized closely,a likeness did i see ...did not want to give in but ohh it was me.

I met a girl who was like the shameplant, Delicate to touch but pleasant to look at, As we together kept aside our past selves, And walked on the beach with the sunset. Her innocent eyes reflected secrets, That she kept with her as she grew, Little did I know, What she had went through. Her heart strings were like that of guitar, Waiting for someone who can strum it the right way, And fill colors in her life, That was once painted with grey. Being engaged in a conflict with my mind, My soul was stuck at one end, Leaving me all alone baffled, With a broken heart to mend. We both had bad past experiences, But we had a future ahead to secure, Of all those unseen & untouched wounds that ever existed, Love being a medicine to cure. Eventually she began to open up, As I handed over my tiny fragile pieces to her, On the pillar of trust that we had cemented, She gave her hands in mine with pleasure. #review#San#poetry