#soliloquy

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  • madinah_writes 13w

    Sometimes,
    I feel the Earth rolling through my eyes.
    I must confess,
    My poem appears a mess.
    Though it amuck down my mind,
    I still feel there's so much left behind.
    The ink is running,
    My pen is burning.
    Expression with so much pain,
    Yet, there's nothing to gain.
    My poems are locked,
    Like a narrow path, it's blocked.
    Without straight meanings,
    I need to break this silent feelings.
    And at the end of the day,
    I only get one or two reads all the way.
    ©madinah_writes

  • leo_dreamboat 13w

    Soliloquy

    How to
    Escape
    The sadness
    Before
    And after
    A poem?

    ©leo_dreamboat

  • leo_dreamboat 17w

    I can't lie
    Can't even cry
    Call me when they die!!!

    ©leo_dreamboat

  • leo_dreamboat 17w

    There's something missing
    It is my mind
    Glad, heart is still beating!!!

  • leo_dreamboat 18w

    Musings

    Mistakes I've made
    Are now smiling at me
    Like childhood enemies
    Turned my buddies!


    ©leo_dreamboat

  • leo_dreamboat 20w

    Screams and storms
    Are worth listening to,
    Either chaos or catharsis!



    ©leo_dreamboat

  • totempole 33w

    Ret hee toh hai..

    Ret ki tareh,
    Na muthi main bandh kar paya pawan ko,
    Na qaid kar paya waqt ko,
    Na rok paya dhoop ko,
    Na de paya chaaya thakke musafir ko,
    Na pyaas bhuja paya pyaase ko,
    Bas ret ki tareh,
    Kann kann bikhra raha aajivan bhar,
    Paani main reh kar bhi geela na hua,
    Na kabze main kar paya issi mitra paani ko,
    Jab tak saath raha, geela raha, 
    Jab juda hue, toh khud sookh gaya aur weh aagey badh gaya,
    Theek ussi tareh jis tareh uss Parvardigaar ne jab saanse bharey toh chalta firta insaan raha,
    Jab saanse juda hue aur aagey badh gaye,
    Toh ussi ret ki tareh,

    Ret main hee mil gaya..
    Ret ki tareh..
    Insaan hun bas,
    Ret ki tareh..
    ©totempole

  • iamanshu 38w

    My soliloquy

    There comes a time when we need space. It does not matter how close someone is to us. All we need is some peace.
    Sometimes some things can not be expressed.
    Even sometimes people themselves do not know what is the problem and what is bothering them.
    Then it becomes difficult for them to talk or think about it.
    Sharing a problem with someone is not always about whether we want a solution. We want someone to understand us.
    And when it does not happen as per our expectation then we should think about it calmly instead of feeling disappointed or depressed.
    Or we can say that we need our "me time".
    We need to understand that there are or can be such phases in everyone's life.
    It is sensitive and it is also strong where we decide to get ahead of all this which is an important decision.
    Let me give you an example.
    There is a couple, among whom there are frequent quarrels over family or economic problems.
    And all their stress or all their frustration goes on their children in the form of anger.

    And there are some things that make them angry.
    And instead of lovingly explaining the mistake of their children, they get angry or bung them.
    And such things make the distance between parents and children.
    Do not touch it too long and come straight to the point.
    The thing is that in such a situation no child would like to criticize their parents.
    Because somewhere he knows that the parents are not at fault.
    This is a situation that is not favorable.

    And any person or child going through such situations would not like to share anything with anyone or they would not think about it.
    Things are often messed up.
    Like we just discussed on family issues.
    The same thing can happen about career.
    When the person clearly does not know what to do and what he is doing.
    Or how they want their life.
    And in such a situation, discussing something with someone makes them a victim of criticism.
    People give different types of opinions which they do not want.
    But they know actually where they're lacking.
    Perhaps he is trying but repeatedly failing.
    So this may be the time where they need more support from their loved ones, So that they can give "me time" without questioning their bonds.

    ©iamanshu

  • monali03 38w

    Hurricanes
    Called your name,
    The day you left
    Your tinted stage.
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    Your balcony leans
    A little more on me.
    And the air
    Reeks of pain.
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    Sapphire windows,
    On a white painted house,
    A dove on her head,
    And an apple
    Posed on her belly button.
    .
    The call is utopic,
    The call is for
    You to pick.




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    Call.

    Utopic.
    You-to-pick.

    -Monali
    ©monali03

  • monali03 38w



    A star by my side.
    Be the star by my side.

    Come wrapped in colours,
    As the shallow water
    Reflects the sun
    Off your back.

    Your art drips down your shoulder,
    The dying stars guide your soul
    To eternity.
    To Nirvana,
    That is not so far,
    Not so narrow.

    Your heart is bleeding ink,
    And the ink is healing your fears,
    Fears,
    Where your mind was lost.

    As you close your eyes,
    And listen to every little thing,
    That has been falling,
    Do you hear yourself?
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    Your touch
    Wipes the wreckage
    Of my painful pink canvas.
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    Whenever you're awake,
    I want you,
    To be the
    Star By My Side.☆
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    Stars.

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    The Star By My Side

    This,
    I couldn't revive.

    -Monali
    ©monali03

  • monali03 39w

    Emily, you know that poems are not just written words. They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone, that it's okay to be imperfect, unique and misunderstood. They are the moments that define you, lull you to sleep, and pull you back up.
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    How far away from home are you? How are you measuring it?
    Whenever you are awake, remember, to build your wall so high, that your mind stays, on the 'other side'. Persistent. Fearless.
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    The aroma is soft. And whatever you pulled, Emily, drop that. Your soul is perching on the petals of gold.
    And now you're walking on a poem, aesthetic, and poignant.
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    It's your turn.
    The moon is full.
    Your light is real.
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    -Monali.


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    ♡Monologue♡

    Emily, you know that poems are not just written words. They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone, that it's okay to be imperfect, unique and misunderstood. They are the moments that define you, lull you to sleep, and pull you back up.
    -Monali
    ©monali03

  • blackpoetry 39w

    Jimmy

    The skies overhears everything, Jimmy.Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pain to quickly shall not go unnoticed and the stories told will be the boldest.

    You shall conquer worlds with the mere use of words mountains will move at the very sound of your foot steps as you have been chosen to change the blue prints.

    The wicket will tremble with fear as you barely raise a finger the odour of dominance left to linger as there is no hidding your name will be sang by the greatest of leaders

    Ocean's will rise at the mention of your demise for there is no question every illustration depicted by all the artistans will be precise.

    skies will fall as you lay claim to all the sun befalls your story's been written your legacy mummified for all those sleepless nights you shall be glorified.
    ©blackpoetry

  • zoya_charmz 39w

    The S K Y overhears everything, Jimmy.
    Your midnight sobs for a spring that
    passes by your window pane too quickly
    shall not go unnoticed and the M E T A P H O R S
    that are trembling amongst the galaxies
    would breathe a new life across the
    claustrophobic space.

    The S T A R S would endlessly twinkle to
    hide your tears beneath the massive
    meteors and the raindrops that drizzle
    down your barren heart would wipe
    away the dead phrases of your woeful
    life where nights often get buried in
    pain and seasons never C E L E B R A T E
    their authentic origin.

    ©zoya_charmz

    #soliloquy

    09/03/21

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  • sillysadar 39w

    They hear you

    The sky overheard everything, Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and,

    The sun overhead everything as well, Jimmy. How you wish for it to always stay here never pass by your window pane too quickly, but the moon must come as well, it soon too will pass and the sun shall come back.

    The moon overheard your hatred for it yet didn't cry only try to help make you love it by doing so it shines even brighter then before, and shows the most beautiful stars, Jimmy.

    The cars that go by your window have seen how mad you get at how loud they are or how much noise they make, how they scare you awake at night and leave you unable to sleep. They try to be quieter for they noticed how tired you are. They aren't quiet enough for you stay awake still unable to sleep.

    The pain in your heart is from someone who broke your heart, they're shadows lurk at night keeping you up not the cars right?
    I see your pain, I see how tired you and I see how much you cried. I feel how you feel as to how I know and I'm here to tell you everything will be better
    ©sadar_ammar

  • thelonecrusader 39w

    The Truth Shall Prevail

    The sky overhears everything, Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by a window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and will be accounted for, each one of them, doubtlessly. Better sense shall prevail eventually, and every drop of blood that falls to the ground, will be avenged.

    Your tribulations are symbolic of an entire generation, and are bound to elicit cries for justice, albeit a little late. The impact though considerate, has been blunted earlier, by vested interests, who stand to benefit, by not pursuing the matter further. At the forefront of these formidable opponents, are the ruthless children of those hapless parents, who now find themselves languishing in old age homes, or worse still, desolately eking out an existence on the streets.

    The law possesses scarce powers to intervene and often, these criminal-minded offspring are permitted to go scot-free. But hope is eternal, and the situation is now a little better, thanks to the social and digital mediums, that lend a lip to the gross injustice that has been inflicted on senior citizens, for centuries.

    So, Jimmy, take heart and be rest assured, your prayers have already been answered, and escaping from these dungeons is inevitable. Shortly, a law is to be passed, which will enable those over sixty to bequeath their assets, movable and immovable, only to those who LOVINGLY AND GENUINELY care for them until their very last breath!!
    ©thelonecrusader

  • distilled_thoughts 39w

    "The sky overhears everything, Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and.. your shivers during a lonely winter also are recorded. You are not perfectly alone as long as there is this blue awning above your head.

    Those white and gray wisps of cotton floating above recorded your thoughts. They rain your musings, frustration, loneliness and all those silent little thoughts somewhere. Every raindrop, Jimmy, is a tear your eyes did not produce. But they are full with your emotions.
    The whole world listens to your mute cries Jimmy, those silent mourns, wordless prayers and pleas all are heard.

    Just hold on tight, maybe one day, the sky would do a little more than just listen and cry instead of you. May be one day, it will let your soar up, fly across your hurdles and be free.. Some day, you'll find your wings, strong and wide. Someday Jimmy, you'll live as free and cheerful as a bird."

    ©distilled_thoughts

  • mindreams 39w

    "The sky overhears everything, Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and unheard. It is a voice, Jimmy. Everything has a voice. And yours will be replied by it. Hold your ear close, to the spotless quad glass, the door too small for a world too high to grasp. Or too low to reach. Heed that voice. It cries as you did. Begging you to choose. You either fall or fly. There is no between. Gravity calls. And like that faint spring whisper... you too must answer."

    "No."
    ©mindreams

  • haruisuzu 39w

    The sky overhears everything Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and your muffled hopes, in tandem with and renewed by the psithurism of cherry blossoms of springtime long past gone, will reach out to your heart which is brimming with kenopsia of hopes. But as you await the spring I hope you'll discern the apricity of the summer that never fails to warm the austere heart, the arresting autumn that withers away the forlorn presentiments, the snow-kissed winter that freezes the blithesome hopes so they wont dwindle. When you unravel this ever-changing milieu, only then will it be abiding springtime for your heart and those blithesome hopes will transpire into pristine smiles.

    ©haruisuzu

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    'When snow melts, what does it become?'
    'It becomes water, of course'
    'Wrong! It becomes spring!'

    -Natsuki Takaya

  • juanogando 39w

    Jimmy’s Soliloquy

    The sky overhears everything, Jimmy. Your midnight sobs for a spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed and remember your strength. Your tears water the seeds of your efforts to get out into that world that terrifies you. Seeds bursting roots that grow into a trunk with offshoots of branches sprouting leaves and ultimately the fruit of your hard labor. Fruit which in turn drops, spilling seeds only to begin anew. Jimmy, you must act, otherwise the tears will flood and drown you in this bleak room which is so predictable and mundane. Take the steps outside of your front door and greet that sky that calls you out.

    To find purpose. To find love. To break your heart and to survive. Ultimately, to thrive.

    Jimmy, come out.

    ©juanogando

  • taekook_maknae 39w

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