stir.....
fallen,
arms
so flapping
begins.....
A pan-cake
morning,
no broken
of glasses
just buttery
and
delights...
fear....
begins
where
and much
before
the ghosts
disappeared
I chalk out
the fades,
of an
entrance
to Hades...
It appears,
where
the left eye
is purple
and swollen......
A glorious day,
of buttery and kisses
a rare sweet moment
that I refuse to descent.....
Water will defuse the flame...
I understand the blame
Continuous shame
No hiding under tables,
fast forward to this tavern
It rains in havens
and on sundays
Angels dripping wet,
in best dresses
free flowing
sharp sky glowing
a rainy heavenly
Your words arrive like dawn’s first flame,
A gentle spark, yet never tame.
They touch the chords I guard with care,
And lift my soul through open air.
The maps I hide, the dreams I keep,
Awake within me from their sleep.
Your verse reminds me light must flow,
To those whose hearts will help it grow.
I see the mirrors you have drawn,
The truths that guide from dusk to dawn.
Not all deserve the gift we give,
But still we learn, and still we live.
Your fire reflects, it makes me whole,
It nourishes always the hidden soul.
For every ember that you ignite,
I vow to guard and feed its light.
So take this answer, firm and true:
I gain my strength from lines like you.
Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.
I was two years old
My mom got mad at me for crying
So she threw me in an ice cold bath
She turned the lights off
And she closed the door
I turned purple from screaming
But she chose not to hear me
That was my first time being scared of the dark
My tears fell into the water as I waited for her to come back
But then it was silent
My eyes look for her once more as I start to slip under..
I think I fell asleep because I don’t remember
Just as I start to close my eyes, I look up from the bottom of the tub and see light shining through the water
Then a face
As I’m brought back to the surface, I see my mother. I’m coughing up water
“Mommy…!”
She cried after that, I don’t know why
I hope I didn’t make her sad
I just wanted her to love me again
lavender is jealous
purple screams in agony
because they have both spotted
the diabolical, deliberately, delightful dewberry
now how will they sell their own color?
who would buy plain janes
when they could purchase something with an exotic name
I shall be called purple-icious, purple decided.
you may defer to me as queen purple-icious.
Lavendar could not stop laughing.
but when she did stop she decided to call herself lilly-berry.
I am now lilly-berry, she told purple-icious.
Excuse me.
I mean
Queen Purple-icious
Dewberry never knew what she had started.
I choose to call her Sally,
because she holds a place
no one else can reach.
There’s something about her smile
Yet I can only call it perfect.
And in her eyes,
a spark lives,
the kind that ignites fire,
the kind you can’t look away from.
And somehow,
just being near her
feels like coming home.
waves of purple met us when we arrived at her celebration of life
most were wearing it in some shade or another
there was grief
she had been twenty-five
young to be murdered
worse to be murdered while her children watched
they were three and four at the time
would they ever fully recover?
they were not in attendance
I had come for her twelve-year-old brother
he is Asperger, and has few friends
I am the school counselor
his classroom teacher and I had come together
to celebrate his sister’s celebration of life
short as it was
She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
purple sunrise dawns
ripples on a mountain lake
lap against the shore
pastel tinted clouds
lavender and lilac sky ~
twilight has arrived
mother of pearl clouds
the twilight sky turned purple -
art inspiration
my birthstone is an amethyst purple
born in February my flower is violet
and my aura glows in hues of purple
and I just cannot resist purple stuff . . .
this color speaks to my soul and spirit
I feel it wrap me like a warm blanket
oh, purple is me, I painted my walls purple
I wear purple clothes, have purple earrings
it makes me feel good and brings me joy
all my curtains are ... you guessed it- purple !
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
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The spirit of Dream
Megala man
Scratching that itch
Not that of a lower level man
Can wipe out a universe
In the moment The moment of a twitch
Too ra loo ra loo ral
Too ra loo ra li
The healthy of lean
Le fat the tip of hooray
Falling sideways
What is the writing drug
Why do poppies eat promise
Trying to keep up
Even the deck
With desperate desire
Forgive that which does not own you
Seraphine
You crave darkness
People don't believe it
When the bad guy wins
Gripping a tear
Dawn of the apocalypse
Eyes shooting spears
Sucked in by the smell of gold
Caught and tortured
Wreckless soul
They don't sleep at night
The night rebels
To change the face of the day
To a nightmare
Of whistles and bells
Ringing tolling
Waking up hell..
"A future dawn will break, where nations transcend borders and unite as one".
"A symphony of harmony will resonate, as every melody blends into a universal song".
"All goddesses will be revered as facets of the Divine, reflecting the radiance of singular, all encompassing spirit".
- O. Shinaleima
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