My life as I know it starts to fade
Everything will eventually fade
But only you decide when to fade
If you even want to fade at all
There are the people who fade
All Their Life, like fade, fade, fade
There are the people who try to never fade
Never ever ever fade
Though you will have to fade
Everyone has to fade
It's just a matter of time until you fade
She has meadows in her mind;
Each new flower is an original thought.
The sun sets as beautifully as it rises;
A wonderful breeze, as crisp as the sea, dancing with her auburn hair.
I sit and watch the lapping waves in her sapphire eyes,
And for I moment i think see her-
The girl I long to be
The girl I wish was there when i looked in the mirror.
I rub my eyes as I awake,
Realizing that being the girl with meadows in her mind,
Will always be a distant dream .
Forever in my gaze;
Yet just out reach.
Watching them leave
Holding my sister dearly
Trying not to cry
Why did they have to go?
But my sister seems dull
"Bye bye" is all she says
Nonchalantly some-
one put a "kick me" sign on
the back of your shirt
(Without you knowing)
And someone came up behind
you and kicked your can
A harbinger says:
No to sullying and to
Bullying, be warned
In the Seventies
We got away with things not
Allowed today 'K
as i stare in the empty streets
sitting in an alleyway
i ponder why only few people see me
though many people pass
and acknowledge i’m here
some of their hearts don’t agree
they see right through Peace
then, the other people
who actually care
they want the world
to stay safe in the watch
of me, Peace, known worldwide
to try hard to get through
the challenging phases
of life
whilst questioning all my eye can see
i feel clear
to try my hardest
so everyone can finally acknowledge
Me
again
FWASHOOOPPPPP
the annoying people in the room
suddenly
disappear
it is peaceful
for about
2 seconds
but then
a laser beam shoots out of the sky
i know everyone is wondering ‘What?’
many people start to panic
but i know that's just a simple
part
of
time
and
space
some species come
some go
some
dominate,
destroy,
desolate,
demand,
decay,
and
sometimes,
just sometimes,
one
small
tiny
thing
begins the cycle
all
over
I look at the tree
The autumn leaf falling down
Longing for a change
At dinner today,
My Mommy and
My Daddy
Were being weird
Instead of them
Usually being tired,
They smiled a lot
Too Smiley
And also
My Daddy made
The food today
Mommy is supposed to make the food
The food didn’t taste yummy
The food tastes yummy always
Mommy and Daddy
Are starting to be
Kinda
Sorta
Just a little
Scary
At night
When I got up
To tell them
I had a nightmare
They were not asleep
Mommy was just
Sitting on the couch
Wide awake
Daddy was smiley again
Too Smiley
Daddy and Mommy
Are starting to be
Kinda
Sorta
Super Duper
Scary
I don’t think
That Mommy
And Daddy
Are the right ones anymore
I saw them pouring
Saltwater on my
Flowers
The ones I got from Mommy
I’m scared
This Mommy
And this Daddy
Are not my
Beautiful
Mommy
Kind
Daddy
Where did they go?
Where Did They Go?
WHERE DID THEY GO?
I want them back
As I lay in bed
The unicorns on the blanket
Suddenly don’t look so nice
But not too mean yet either
I wait throughout the night
For my friend to finally come
I stare patiently at the ceiling
Hoping my BFF will show
I
Wait
and
Wait
and
WAIT
Until finally
My closet opens up
I jump and clap
Though quietly
My friend has finally come
We play a lot
Out in the streets
Which makes it hard
To see his face
But that's okay
I don’t like his face
Why?
I Don’t Like His Face
His Face
That has no eyes anymore
Not after he told me
To give them to my neighbor
I don’t see my neighbor anymore
His Face
That has a nose
But only two slitted holes
Instead of a bump
My friend says its for hunting
His Face
That has a really scary mouth
A mouth with super duper long teeth
A mouth with only one purpose
Which is…
Will you tell anyone?
It’s a secret
What his mouth does
The Mouth that eats
The Souls of
My real friends
My mommy and daddy
Anyone I care about
Just because I messed up
Once
Just Once
Just Once for
My friends to be gone
Well, except for one
My Best Friend
you
that glowing moonshine
parallel to your reflection
cheerless
but
antic
whispering : unofficially nineteen never
we chase perceptively astounding normalcy
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
What is a ripple without its rhythm ?
Ripple and rhythm are entwined :
Rather 'ripple' is defined by its 'rhythm' .
What is a song without its tune ?
Song and tune are entwined.
Rather song is defined by its tune.
What is a dance without its rhythm ?
'Dance' and 'rhythm' are entwined.
Rather Dance is defined by its rhythm.
Ripple dances in perfect rhythm
on crest or on trough
sometimes fast to the highest peak of a wave
or slow in the lowest valley of a wave
Always rhythmic approach ! Systematic..
Waves to propagate in rhythmic style of ripples !
Beauty of ripple lies in its smooth cadence
on precise beat, rhythm and tempo.
My childhood memories as I recollect
I asked for bicycle as Christmas present.
Dad said ‘Fine! Just to put a clause.
Not me. It will be gifted by Santa Claus.’
Rejoiced to see the bicycle on Christmas day.
Door ball rang, someone produced the bill to pay .
I rushed to Dad ‘Santa in guise has come to claim money.’
Dad told ‘He has sent me message, my honey!
I am paying just at present.
He is sure to make me repayment.’
I used to dream of being a rose
Their petals
Their praise
Their place
I wondered
Why i wasnt made like them
So I I used to dream of being a rose
Their petals
Their praise
Their place
I wondered
Why I wasn't made like them
So I stretched toward a life
That was never mine
No matter how hard i tried
I still bloomed like me
Then the gardener whispered
“I never asked you to be a rose”
So i stopped apologizing
For my petals
I let the wind know my name
I let my roots stay deep
Because wildflowers don't ask to be roses
They bloom
And maybe the closet flowers to heaven
Are the ones that never asked to be
Anything else
toward a life
That was never mine
No matter how hard i tried
I still bloomed like me
Then the gardener whispered
“I never asked you to be a rose”
So i stopped apologizing
For my petals
I let the wind know my name
I let my roots stay deep
Because wildflowers don't ask to be roses
They bloom
And maybe the closet flowers to heaven
Are the ones that never asked to be
Anything else
The rain comes heavy
Ascending from clouds saturated with summer
A river appears in my driveway
It follows the slope of the land
fills a shallow pond to it’s brink
Frogs delight blending a throated chorus to the melody of the storm
Thunder, the handclap of God,
Summons the Crescendo - lightening bolts -
No rainbows at night
An elm, drunk from heaven’s nectar,
stumbles to the ground
Her branches alter the river’s path
Filling the hole where her majestic trunk once stood
Out of death,
Life appears
Don’t be like the Sun…
Dawns in fame, brings light,
Sets in shame,
Leaves dark night.
Be like the Moon…
Guides through the night,
Makes way for the Sun,
A humble knight.
Be like a tree…
Always stands tall,
Showers comfort free,
No rest at all.
Don’t be like an animal…
Living only to eat,
Behaving like a cannibal,
Waiting for a feast.
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