A quiet shadow falls across the floor,
Where solitude keeps watch beside the door.
The world moves on in steady, distant grace,
While time stands still within this empty space.
A deep desire lingers in the chest,
To hear the echo of a welcome song,
Yet cut away from all the humming rest,
We wander blindly where we don't belong.
The windowpane is frosted cold and dim,
As shadows lengthen on the outer rim.
We sit apart, introspective and deep,
Guarding the secrets that the quiet keep.
So vulnerable, exposed to sudden harm,
Reaching in vain for any gentle arm,
Until the silence claims its final toll—
A deep isolation that engulfs the soul.
Yet still a quiet yearning lingers best:
An aching hunger for connection, peace, and rest.
stillness turns wheel feel, peel
past present future surreal zeal
pure expressions cure inner furore
softly breath stitches rare rhymes
creating cosmic garlands with lyrics
emotions eclectic ebbs and flows
awaken daring dreams deific glows
fire earth water stanzas know
etheric words mirror reflective slivers
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Allpoetry SILVER WINNER Poem:
5 words in 9 lines : August 26
I go down now, thinking about my life
Thinking about how it could not suffice
My greed, my boundless wants
and all of my empty flaunts.
As the endless sea pulls me down
I wonder upon my death, will anyone break down?
Were my relations honest or were they false?
I believe I'll never know, as death and I perform a waltz.
I cannot tell what waits ahead of me
but I hope it's peace and serenity.
Cold mirror frozen
Knows sorrowful sinful past
Wondering lost mind
A red ruby fire shine bright
Melting the reflective ice
In the quiet of the night, when shadows fall,
I wonder if I’m the worst of them all.
Do my failures mark me, like scars on my soul?
Do my weaknesses weigh, taking their toll?
In the mirror’s reflection, I see my face,
A tapestry woven of doubt and disgrace.
Yet beneath the surface, hidden and deep,
Lies a heart still dreaming, in its silent keep.
I ask the stars, in their infinite glow,
Am I the worst, is it truly so?
But the stars, indifferent, whisper naught,
Leaving me tangled in my own thought.
The worst, I ponder, is it a name,
Given by others or my own shame?
Is it a label that I can revoke,
With strength and courage, a flame to stoke?
In this dance of fear and hope’s embrace,
I seek the truth, find my place.
For even in shadows, light can be found,
And in the worst, a lesson profound.
So I stand, with my flaws laid bare,
Not the worst, but simply aware.
Of the journey, the struggle, the fight within,
To rise each day, and begin again.
After all that’s happened
I never sat down to think.
I always wanted to push forward
and never looked back.
Who wants to sit down with pain?
Especially when all it does is hurt you.
It showed me parts of me I don’t like
and I try not to blame you.
Some days I curse you under my breath.
I daydream about if things had worked?
Then I get nightmares about doing that.
I try to think past the what ifs and
Accept what happened between us.
If I had the power to either forget you,
Or make you love me like I love you.
I’d choose to forget you.
Gasoline doesn’t control a dying flame.
You cut me deeply where the wound
Still feels the sear of your burning knife
As it thrusts right into my back,
With smoke burning my throat as it escapes
Despite all the pain, I don’t hold onto it.
Where would there be room for love,
If I choose to keep hating you?
Maybe we could’ve been friends,
If things didn’t turn out this way.
I can’t say I’m glad or upset that
We met under these circumstances.
All I have to say is, thank you
And I wish you good luck with
Everything.
They slip beyond the reach of sight,
where thought begins to lose its frame,
into the fabric of the air,
returning softly out of light,
to where no mind can speak their name,
releasing secrets hidden there.
They linger briefly on the face,
then leave what could not yet be said,
caught in the corner of a sleeve,
as something passes from its place,
until the self moves on instead,
To teach a heavy heart to breathe.
They fall to ground or disappear,
absorbed in surfaces unknown,
drawn into dust or skin or rain,
then fade beyond our sense of here,
as time unthreads what it has known,
A cold reminder of the stain.
They surface later, undefined,
as memory reshapes their role,
called grief or joy by shifting voice,
yet never fixed within the mind,
for meaning cannot keep them whole,
Driven by laws, and not by choice.
They alter what the body keeps,
a breath released, a slowing chest,
a subtle shift in inner weight,
so something quiet shifts and seeps,
toward what it is to come to rest,
And forgives the heart its heavy state.
We pull up to the table with our heavy, soiled clothes,
Still carrying the friction of the paths our ego chose.
The malice and the whispers, the masks we try to wear,
We strip them off like rags at the doorway of His care.
And like a crying infant in the quiet of the night,
We reach out for the nourishment that sets our vision right.
Not tethered to humanity, nor fed on the algorithms trash,
But drinking deep the living Word that survives the lightning flash.
It’s milk to make us gentle, it’s meat to make us strong,
It turns our bitter bickering into a quiet song.
We pull the anchor from the world, its panic and its pride,
To measure life by love that’s high and deep and long and wide.
For happiness is not a prize we chase across the floor;
It catches up to us from behind as we enter through His door.
He shows the path of life to us, where our daily worries fade,
Restored inside the presence of the One by whom we’re made.
We stand on sacred land,
We falsely call it ours.
We’ve ripped the soul from Mother Earth,
We’ve weakened all her powers.
We grind her bones for steel and flame
We have stripped her skin away
We make it feel like a game
The waste is left to decay
We build more houses and roads
We swallow the land without a care
This land corrodes
Is anyone even aware?
Let’s hold the land above
Our greed, our haste, our fears?
The land really needs our love
We should listen for her tears
Why does it feel like no one hears?
Why not hold the land above ourselves?
“When you feel like giving up, just remember the reason why you held on for so long.” – Unknown
Ponder all day in restless thought.
Dream of the day I am set free
Free from those who twist me in knots
Free to be myself, just me.
They say they’re there, just cease
What do I need from them?
What is so wrong with wanting peace?
This is my decision don’t condemn.
You say you love me, but which “me”?
The one you can mould or the one you fear?
You hold me close, like I cant get free
But hurt me when I get near.
You say you are confused, but are you?
You are always searching for more.
Your acceptance isn’t true
You leave me broken on the shore.
Searching for where I belong.
Useless here I have no choice,
Ideas rush cant stay this strong.
Crashing again, I have no voice
Incidents flare up and drain me
Death is all that understands.
Everlasting floating, being free.
No demands.
To reach ......... for an answer
To touch ......... and know your real
To feel ........... the inner passion
To want .......... to make it happen
To care ........... how you find me
To see ............ a dream awoken
Wisdom to see the difference
Insight to know when to ask
Selflessness to ask for all not one
Hope that all comes to those who care
Using the strength of your dreams
Pondering the power of a thought
Opening the doors to belief
Nurturing the love of your life
Always look to your heart
Stirring the joy of the time
Trusting the hope of us all
Answering the call from afar
Rejoicing in the result
I wish all your greatest wishes come true ...
Freezing weather
Stay in bed Weather
Cuddle close weather
Ignore the world weather.
Renewal weather
Budding trees weather
Begin new life weather
Awakening blooms weather
Sweltering Weather
Cooling swim weather
Walking in shade weather
Relaxing drink weather
Reflection weather
Rustling Leaves Weather
Foggy morning weather
Abundant harvest weather.
I look like I don’t care,
but I notice every little thing.
I laugh like nothing bothers me,
yet my heart feels everything.
I love being on my own,
but I treasure those who stay.
I say I’m fine most of the time,
but I feel more than words can say.
I am a paradox,
not because I try to be,
but because I hold a world inside
that the world might never see.
Through the plains and valleys they creep,
Throwing away their lives for man’s desire.
With death and hope in tow,
They carry the burdens of countless nations,
Believing in something so far away —
Be it the freedom that evil holds hostage
Or the greed of a single man.
And still they battle in those treacherous lands,
An anguished, silent cry as they wish for their loved ones
Far away in their homelands, waiting for them,
Singing prayers and praises in their stead.
Calloused hands that were beyond wear and tear,
And weapons imbued with the strength, blood, and tears.
The fallen lay, blessed by God,
While the others hide from His wrath.
But all shall be in vain, for His eyes still watch us from afar,
And they shall all beg for Him when the time comes.
When they know that they shall fail,
They speak with pitiful remorse about their lives:
“May the good God bless us through this war.”
By Jahnavi raj
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