Flower Crown by Deveree Extein
Instead of waiting
for someone to
send me flowers
I am going to pick
them for myself
and weave them
into a crown
I will be my
own queen
Flower Crown
Tag: poetry about life
Sarah Pletcher Poetry
Remember Me
Poetry by Sarah Pletcher
I was called home to gain my wings.
It was scary on Earth.
So full of darkness.
Thank you for being my light.
I'm no longer hurting.
I've been set free from all of the pain.
I put up the best fight I could.
And all along you stood right by.
I'm sorry for losing.
But it will be okay
Tears will fall
Eyes will dry
Hearts will break
Souls will heal
All in time
Truthfully, nothing will ever be the
same.
But please go on living life.
To the fullest extent.
Full of Laughter, Joy and Memories
It my not feel like it
But we've never been apart
I'm right there with you.
Forever in your heart.
Remember me
As you look in the night sky
You were once my shining star
Now, let me be yours.
The love I had for you
Still pouring out freely
As a ravishing waterfall
Remember me
In the field of flowers
The beauty of growth
I'm no longer hurting.
I've let go
It's your turn now.
So, please let go.
Let me forever rest inside your soul.
Remember me
I'll forever be alive.
Go on now, go live your life.
The Fog
Poetry by Sarah Pletcher
Help.
I'm drowning
The demons breathe
in my oxygen
and let out fog.
I can't breathe.
I can't see.
I'm trapped
Can anyone hear me?
Help Help
My worlds falling dark
I'm fading away into the fog
These demons may win.
Where is the sun?
I long for her comforting glow.
All color has fled
Black and white fills my eyes
Reach in and grab my hand
Tell me I'm not alone
Pull me back.
Out of the fog
Into the light.
Remind me
That I can
Fly.
I need you now
More than ever
So please don't let go.
Don't let me drown.
You can't leave me here
Not right now.
Believe in me.
So I can too
I'm just a little bent
Not entirely shattered.
With a little support
I can hold it all together.
I need to heal
But sometimes
We all need a little
Help
Can you be mine?
Affinity
A poem by Ryan Flett
At night
the moon
pulls at something
in your blood
like it does
the tides,
an embrace
by the heavens
that sense
the stardust
in your veins.
If Love is A Tale
By Aaradhya Aggarwal
Blood in my veins,
In a frozen state,
Sliding like wine
On his curved, red lips.
Smoke in the air;
My thoughts burning.
Gaze stuck on the window,
Is the rain coming?
Lock my hands,
Throw the keys,
Push me in the fire,
Watch it melt with me.
If love is a tale,
Then what is your role?
Dying for your lover,
Or let him kill you on his own?
Or let him kill you on his own?
Words, A Beautiful Creation
A poem by Mayank Saxena
Words have an amazing character
You mould it and they change their texture
They motivate you
They disintegrate you
They reflect your identity and nature
They can shape your future
They can cut like a sword
They can be lighter than a bird
World is nothing without words
We, poets are nothing without these words.
Inhibitions and Fall
By Gitanjali Kapoor
No Autumn is more beautiful
than a woman dropping her inhibitions
in the Aura of the Man she loves.
She blooms like a Moonflower
on a starless night
when the Wolves in him
calm her ocean of ecstatic Tides.
A Poetic saga flows through the rustic crispness of sheets
just like the music born in Autumn
by the soft murmurs of the golden leaves.
No Autumn is more beautiful indeed
and every woman awaits her call
A rebirth from darkness
to the myriad shades of Fall.
Unburnt Ashes
We burn many bridges in life but why do we save the ashes?
Ashes that pierce every time like a sharp knife.
And when it rains, the first few drops that kiss the dry barren mud of the heart we become slave to the petrichor of those rotted dead memories.
Strange but there seems to be no threshold for pain.
I often find myself standing in front of that mirror left
back in the deserted woods on one of the pages of my life.
I stare at her happy face,
decorating her forehead with a bindi and wearing those bangles with a coy smile.
Ah someone needs to shake her up and tell her that she hasn't moved since years and it's high time.
I turn back and look at me now and see the huge walls that I've built over the years. Don't we all have those walls which we laid brick by brick to simply hide or shield whatever little is left of us?
But then I noticed that there ain't any roof and I felt like a fool,
when I had the sky then why didn't I fly,
why did I believe in the hoax that all is well within these dark sombre walls.
And if there wasn't any roof then why didn't someone come looking for me and take me on some wings which seemed clipped for me.
A Hero we keep searching for outside, didn't you listen to Mariah Carey say that the Hero lies in you.
Ah yes, I keep forgetting and every time someone appears like a shadow I've been imagining since so many years on those walls,
remember those walls I've built,
yes they do hold some vague images,
vivid imaginations that comfort and soothe my aching soul.
And suddenly I try to lean on that shadow but hey shadows eventually fade when it gets dark and there you are left with one more brick for your wall.
So all I say to this little vulnerable girl, burn those bridges and let the winds carry those ashes to some forbidden land of no return.
Build your walls but keep filling those cracks so no shadows can be formed.
And finally believe that you are your Hero and you have survived those storms and nobody promised there won't be anymore but remember this time don't give in to a shadow but only the one who promises you endless rainbows at night is the one who'll hold your hand for life.
Wild by Zahra
Wild, a poem by Zahra Zuhair
You will fail
to find that passion
you sparked in me
when you lie with her,
for she is the magnificent trees,
but never a lush forest,
and she is the ocean
but never the surfer's waves,
and she is the shoreline
but never the dotted seabed,
and she is the stars that light up for you,
but never the sky that changes for you.
And you, who wouldn't dare
preserve and explore a forest,
or ride the mighty waters,
or drown inside the quicksand that I was,
or push a little harder to reach the sky-
I was too great in my being for you.
It was not me that could not hold on to you,
but it was you that could not hold on at all.
So Much More
By Riley Bader
We are all so much more than our statuses,
our faces or our anxieties.
We are caring and kind,
but beyond that,
we are not always fine.
And that is okay.
We are deeper than our smiles,
our cries, and our laughs.
We are human.
Our emotions are so much more vast.
And we will be stronger.
The quietest person in the room
fights off the loudest thoughts.
Actually, scratch that,
anyone can be plagued with
mental exhaust.
The person who seems to have everything
all figured out, really,
has never felt more lost.
And that is okay.
Because we are beautiful
and we are bold.
and we are different and
have untold
futures awaiting all of us.
So we will change the world.
A Birthday Gift
By Joyasmita Ghosh
It is not the day that seems special,
But the people who make it so.
For it is just another day;
The same sun, the same sky
And the same universe that guides the pass.
But you speak of it as a day of remembrance
And insist it be celebrated.
But is a day worth celebrating Life?
And given you, given your love,
Celebration and gratitude are an enormity.
Life and Death are a game of scores;
Each second that brings us closer adds on to Life
And each moment that pulls us apart add on to Death.
You ask for my choice of gift,
But I already have you.
What could be more dear, than a heart which beats in a rhythm similar?
A soul that bows in prayer for Eternal togetherness,
And happiness that unleashes at the smile that brings the dawn to your day.
You urge, and I finally ask you for a gift
And you instinctively say yes.
Don’t, for this may hurt,
promising a thing prior knowing its price.
And I go on to tell you:
If ever a lonely soul you stumble upon,
A shoreless sailor, with all hope gone,
Promise me you’ll hold her hand
And be the loveliest roses on her barren land.
For a heart that is dilapidated,
Life happens not in worldly dreams,
But in a feather-touch that brings joy untold
And shuts out one’s inner screams.
Thus begins the celebration of the heartbeat, knowing that
Gone is the chasm of bitterness;
A life awaits anew.
I say this, for I have once been a shoreless sailor.
Give you such a life, know that our love lives then
As the Heavens doth forever.
Tis my birthday today, and you can’t refuse me.
All I ask for someone, just like me, is a reason to celebrate;
Not just a day, but a life;
A life that gives glories, a life that gives pain,
But above all, a life that brings you home
And prepares you to set sail again.
It Soon Reaches You
By Peter Anko
It's so close
Very close
Thus why does it seem so far?
As the feet approach
The view gets distant
Luring the heart to walk infinite miles
Grazing along the broad wide road
There lies the path to love
Entangled in a circle
What seemed nigh stands afar
Feet are swollen to the kneel
Strength fades away at each step
From the eyes
Flows two rivers down the cheek
Why should the pursuit seize?
When you've entertained love's wonder
How it mends broken hearts
Keeps hope alive
And stripes stench of sorrow
Its path remains circular
And it soon reaches you
When patience is not exasperating
Best you take a position within
Always alert
Love soon smiles at you
