I hate the feeling of my tongue on my teeth,
The way my breath hides underneath.
You think a smile is a sign,
To cross my boundaries, blur the line.
You reach for me, one by one;
Until my trust is overrun.
You twist my words into a game,
And somehow I'm the one to blame.
For you it was but a failed attempt,
But to me, it's thoughts I can't repent.
I sit here with a pit in my stomach;
While you move on, still living free.
You were nothing more than a friend to me,
I said that clearly, repeatedly.
You say something strange, I look away.
I change the subject; you laugh and stay.
I trusted you to respect my wishes,
But you turned my silence into permission.
You act as if I owe you touch,
When I never promised you that much.
Even now, I cannot help but think,
I replay each word you made me drink.
My voice is mine, my body too;
I owe no part of me to you.
The glaciers loosen from the poles,
their ancient silence drowned,
while oceans claim the homes of those
who wait on higher ground.
The forest burns beneath a sky
turned copper, black, and red;
we bring relief when flames pass by,
then feed the fire instead.
A tiger fades, a coral dies,
a songbird leaves the air;
we mourn beneath disaster’s eyes,
then act as if unaware.
My worst enemy is Apathy,
her hands refuse to move;
she treats the wound for all to see,
but will not face what we must improve.
Eight billion souls mirroring God’s heartbeat,
granted full freedom to act as they please,
estranged from source find love and light deplete,
until shape shifting desires they release,
whence flowing with ease like the morning breeze,
they take a step back to stop flow of time,
dissolving presence in love’s bliss beat chime.
Leaf, mostly green, sometimes coloured vary
in size : broad- long -short, supplies chlorophyll
to make food for plants, act as food factory
in the sunlight ! Basic needs to fulfill.
Even thin slender green Leaf in the Sun prepares.
food with help of chlorophyll, being smart.
Green leaf is thus responsible to care
to cook always remaining alert.
Green leaf in Sunbeam is the cook for plant.
Plant supplies food stuff in turn
to every living being to enchant !
No worry, food cycle smoothly to run.
A leaf whether in garden or in woods :
Under sun always prepares food.
that we act as a signpost offering hope
to other weary seekers trudging along
our poems cajole our soul group to elope
with Cupid humming a melodious song
dancing at the edge of a slippery slope
asking us to discard fear and become strong
to which end if firm be resolve we evolve
as the stillness point around which worlds revolve
Someone who will
Treasure my work.
Someone who will value my work.
Someone who will be
Interested in my work,
And every word and alphabet
On each pages,
Is out there.
My worst mistake
Was to ever think
You would appreciate a piece of paper.
how I wish you had,
That piece of paper
had every word I wanted to say to you,
Every adoration and thanks
I wanted to say but I couldn't.
But ,It over
It all in the bin.
It all seems worthless to someone,
Because it just a piece of paper.
But that same paper
Is the only one that listens
To me and never judges me.
That piece of paper is
What is healing me.
What helps me tell the truth,
And act as my therapist.
That piece of paper
is the only true friend I have,
And yet it befitting place was the bin.
But my pen
will never stop dancing
on my one true friend.
Because no one ,
dictate to the drum,
When to stop sounding,
Except it's drummer.
innumerable tiny bliss bubbles
like heartbeats pulsate in the head ovoid
they act as a whole though each is distinct
as is-ness of being-ness unalloyed
Darting here, there, and about
Dash, too, young footed;
Whilst there above, through whose lines
Sleek, swift, a winger's
Is gleaned, too, too obvious
What, envy, attracts!
The outcome? Flocks as playful;
Who act as mimers.
The tangled woods invite my weary feet,
to step beyond markers upon the stone,
where ancient trees and heavy shadows meet,
I walk into the quiet wild alone.
No beaten trail directs the way to go;
no painted sign reveals the final end.
The mossy ground and ferns begin to grow;
as deeper into silence I descend.
The map I held has lost its former grace.
The rules of old no longer guide my stride,
I find a freedom in this empty space;
with only inner truth to act as guide.
I cast away the maps that others made;
The pathless path is found here, in the shade.
The storm had collected all the boats,
And cast them broken on the shore,
Split timber, nothing floats,
Hulls torn wide to the core.
So calm now, the land had fallen to grieve,
No footsteps from the destruction,
Nothing left, heavy hush, no one to retrieve,
Waves move in and begin reconstruction.
Each tide takes a little more ground,
Another piece the sea rearranged,
Shoreline shifts without a sound,
Everything has changed.
Soon all will wash away,
Sand will act as emery,
Nothing left to decay,
No trace, no memory
Much like the emptying of womb
Each time a mother gives birth
Increase in disasters and violence
Act as catalysts to cleanse the Earth
Many want to cling to safety
The smooth rhythm of waters around
Provision offered in waves
Without abrupt noise of unanchored sound
Along around the seventh month
Warning signals tense and flex
Preparing through unwanted movement
That strengthens muscles to pass the test
Resistance is futile against tide
Yet the unaligned will pull and resist
When birthing time arrives
The baby is found in an emergency twist
Many worlds have come and gone
The survivors are the lining of the wall
Memories are wiped each time
But new waters have helped them recall
...we are not from here
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2026
A receiver and a sender
I’m a sitter by the screen
While you are a time extender
Lingering your garden green
I remember, I remember..
But the camera does it better
Still I act as family member
Like a giver and a getter
When I see you smile at me
Words you say the time unpack
Like the white sail in the sea
Comes your voice to take me back..
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
“Dads at work”
“Wait till he comes back”
But now it’s all
“Who watched you growing up”
“Who watched you when you were sick”
Dad…,
You won’t ever see me do amazing things,
Because all I’ll ever be is just a shadow to everyone,
I can’t play instruments like my school friends,
I get grades like your friends kids,
SO WHY CANT I JUST DIE…,
Why am I just around to be compared,
W-why can’t I do good to you even once,
Your were never at my soccer games only one,
My performance nights,
My poems readings,
Not even wanting to help me get a job,
And all you can do is lecture me,
Y-YOU COULD NEVER KNOW,
How much I struggled,
How much i suffered,
JUST BECAUSE YOU LEFT THE PICTURE…,
You gave me money,
You gave me lots,
But you act as if I owe you my life..,
And if that’s the case…,
ID RATHER…live on as a spirit then a shadow.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Words are weapons that they wield with care,
Each cruel remark, a wound upon my soul.
They do not see the scars that hide down there,
The silent hurt that fills me, makes me whole.
They speak their hate, not knowing what they’ve done,
Each syllable a battle, lost, then won.
I try to smile, to act as if I’m fine,
But in my heart, I bleed with every line.
Yet still, I stand, though broken in my core,
For I am more than what they say of me.
Their words cannot define me, can’t restore
The pain they leave, the truth that they don’t see.
For words are sharp, but I will not be swayed,
I’ll rise above, my strength will never fade.
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