Every Day Poems

2022-01-17 16:39:27 "Broken heart, her Lovers know how to mend.
I came here, to mend her broken spirit."

-The Prince

Unnamed #journal, the second, entry 20.2 Open / Comment

2022-01-17 13:38:28 The mountain, my mountain, my haven.

In your caves I found shelter, in your rivers I poured my tears. No waves of my rage and sorrow could waver you, my shore.

To you I entrust my Lily, where an angel once fell.

Do you have a heart, somewhere amongst all those rocks of emerald, beneath the thick layers of forests, do you?

#JE Open / Comment

2022-01-17 09:19:33 A candlelighter such as me lit the halls ways,
In a sense to make the brightest rays,
And shed a light upon the broken consort,
But all was in vain for it was too late,

The place to be was a cell away from home,
And the candle in the wind was doomed to die on the vine,
And to stay the course in the sleepless night,
I shall not wish on any king or knight,

So ran away from my sight,
I don't belong as the light of one's eye,
I don't fit in with that sweet lie. Open / Comment

2022-01-17 07:26:32 I searched for God, after you broke my heart.
I had nothing to do, nothing to drown all the pain you brought me.
I failed to build my walls strong, strong enough to keep you away,
And when you came in, you scattered everything I was putting together.
Temptation was my drug, and regrets like the pain of cocaine withdrawal,
Took me straight to church, looking for bowl to unload my burden.
I found Him today, healed my pains.
Gave me a new beginning, though funny won't wipe my love for you.
Well I guess I'm still going to break when I see with him.
I searched for God and I found everything possible and, I saw all I needed.
Grasped it like a thief and hid it in me so fast, I bet God himself wondered why.
I yet I just can't seem to shake away your beautiful smile, can't stop myself​ from loving you Open / Comment

2022-01-17 05:33:31 THE RIVER VALLEY

Down the foothills ripple the watercourse,
The gushy stream over the rocks,
The mosses making its way green,
The water drops here is crystal clean.

Hillock with a duvet green,
River valley causing evergreen bushes and trees,
Cornerstone loving it’s wobble trot,
Journey inside trees with tiny slot.

Overwhelming sky in an ashen space,
The narrow road leaving it’s trace,
The neck of the valley ambushing the wish,
The water flowing with its drizzled swing.

The hilltop echo flinching the din,
Casting an umbra with mushy snowy cloud,
Gloomy surface concocting it’s scene,
The river valley in its beautiful lost land.

Anushmita Ghatak Open / Comment

2022-01-17 02:23:30 You'll wish to wrap your mind around her, try to grasp the strands of her being,

But she's a daughter of the wind, kin of a wild fire.

You'll crave her smell but ache over her absence, you'll love her color but die of her sting. Open / Comment

2022-01-17 00:30:29 I'm a plucked pink perianth,
unfrequented and solitary,
laid lonely by the keyboard,
waiting to be typed
into a death poem.
When a shiver of light
touches me it reminds me
of warmth, of gold, the honey,
the things I used to crave,
but I guess fate resides
in someone else's hands. Open / Comment

2022-01-16 22:37:28 It's sad how your mind never gets used to the idea of appreciation. It is like you are always waiting for the shoe to drop, flinching away from blows that has long stopped coming. As if this world you are living in is an illusion you are expecting to drop any second. Perhaps the only person that still counts your flaws is you, perhaps you need to give the girl in the mirror a thumbs up, pat yourself on the back, and tell yourself "well done."

#color Open / Comment

2022-01-16 20:44:27 Noone is ideal,
In physics, the ammeter,
The galvanometer, the voltmeter,
Even the scale deters.

Noone is ideal,
Not the solution in chemistry,
Not the cell's resistivity,
Not even the exact molarity.

Noone is ideal,
Geometric ratios, or trigonometric functions,
Be it real numbers and relations,
Or the concept of weird mathematical functions.

Noone perfects literature,
In some field, still immature,
Noone masters language,
Or its Basics,

No one knows the whole history,
It's a deep hidden mystery,
Noone knows all about kings,
Or the wars.

Honestly noone is ideal,
Not even past,
Noone is perfect,
Not even the best.
So why beat yourself up
For something so natural,
It's ok to be imperfect,
After all physics, history, English, chemistry,
Even they aren't perfect!


#tyler Open / Comment

2022-01-16 18:18:36 A sorry, like a familiar echo from the past. Something from the past live on until the present. And looking at you, I suppose it will stay with us, still, into our future as well.

#random Open / Comment