Do you like writing short poems but don’t have the platform to share it?
Do you want to do a collaboration with aspiring poets from around the world?
Do you want to improve your poetry writing skill?
Well, I have this idea of putting together a short poetry book of mixed genre but with the overall topic as stated on the picture. This will then get published online (I’m still not sure which website I’d use). If you guys are interested in joining hmu in @queerios.oreos and send me a sample of your work.
I’m also looking for someone with a photoshop/ digital art skill for editing and putting all the poems together. -Naver 🐳
We'll bask in the sun,
When chaos runs us dry.
Our little will always be our most.
We'll sing songs of gratitude
And caress giving,
No! We won't stop living.
Before yellow slips in through the curtains;
And the world awakes.
We shall sing to ourselves
Songs of dreams and visions,
Have a little talk with faith
And embrace possibilities.
And as the golden rays glitter upon us,
Warming our crippled and tired souls,
Every nerve and sinew will evoke,
with what it takes
to live another day.
#inktober2017 prompt 22: trail. #inktober2017#drawlloween#poetry#poem#poet#sketch#trail 'I have never been the first at anything. I rely on the trails of those who came before me to discover the beauty and truth of life. My thoughts are those people have had in the past, have in the present, and will have in the future. Though I realize them in my own time, they are not solely mine: they are shared. It is this commonality that binds us all together and simultaneously tears us all apart.' More of a musing than a poem. Also rushed because I'm a day late ! D:
La paloma de la paz
todos los días.
La he visto en un bar
disfrazada de ave vulgar
pensativa y divagando.
El chino la está echando
porque la ha vuelto a cagar
cuando tanto la esperábamos.
La paloma de la paz
no hace bien su trabajo.
El mundo se viene abajo
y no le importa un carajo.
No sé si vale la pena.
¿La ponemos mensajera?
O la jubilamos. Y en paz!! Francisco.
________ *Udaari giveaway alert*
To participate: repost any of my poems you like, tag me in the repost, use #udaaribyvinati and keep your profile public so that I get notified.
I'll draw 3 winners on October 31st and the winners will get a signed copy of my first collection of poems Udaari.
I want to be selfless.
I wish to be thoughtful, I do.
So how can I go on now? Begging these things of you? Knowing it would convolute your life? Thinking it might cause you pain? Understanding it would cause you strife?
How can I ask you to do this?
How is that playing fair?
Asking for you to give up everything, asking for you to be there?
How can I?
Beg you to overcome our missed connection?
Beg you to understand your faltering perception?
A choice that would surely lose you a lot of your friends?
A decision that you could never turn your back on again?
How could I?
I didn't mean to be so selfish. I didn't mean to ask you for unreasonable things. I didn't mean to beg you for something that would surely cause you a great deal of pain.
I guess this experience has taught me more about acceptance than anything I've ever been through.
I would never ask you to ruin your life. I'd never want to do that to you.
So I guess I am no longer asking.
I guess I am learning that it's okay for me to look after myself, the way you must look after you.
Thank you for teaching me what it means to be brave, to be fearless, to be so deeply in love with someone, that I can't prevent myself from spilling my soul.
Maybe someone will get something out of these skills some day. I will always love you, and I will always welcome you with open heart, open arms, open home.
But until I find some other path, I guess I am walking this alone.
I love you.
And I have always only wanted what was best. It seems like you've been trying to show me that I have only one option left.
I don't want you to regret being with me, so I guess we will never try.
Replying to @yeah_m_a_gal last post😉 "Ek bar zara rok to lia hota ,
Khabar ko to yun hi afwah ban jani thi.
Mazboor to unn parindon ko v hona prta
fir se whi rukh apnane ko,
Hawayen wafa ki kch aisi chl jani thi."
I watched you climb over that mountain
In harsh cold twilight
To battle masked demons.
I stoked this fire
put a kettle to boil -
planned on tea and ganja at your return.
I watched from afar for a trace of you
that beautiful face of the sun.
I watched the tea go stone cold
I watched my fingers pine.
I watch no more
I have turned my face away
and my glance inward
I pray you won't lose the way
And then I remind myself -
we are gods
there is no right or wrong turn
fire isn't the only thing that burns
I am the light
on the mountain crest
And I shall stay aglow
And you shall see it
on the horizon and know,
Image from recently completed mural
I wonder if you remember
all those words
I have ever said to you.
Some unsent letters,
and incomplete poems
still lie somewhere
in the chamber of my heart.
They are craving to get
closer to you.
These words are the harbinger of
my love to you.
My beloved, I write to you
over and over again,
because these words
don't like to stay captured
away from you.
They are like free birds
that find solace
in your infinite sky.
But without your presence,
these words will
cease to exist.