I'm pink and perfect. My roots run deep but I am unaware. Enjoying the sunlight my face. Everything is new, the sky is blue and not like anything I've seen before. I awake each day looking forward to the unknown.
But soon I feel a change. I slowly close up and my petals fall. I am stripped bare. But that is the start of something new.
From where I fell I grow again, this time with ripe red fruit. Again for all to see and enjoy. I wake each day relishing the sun on my skin.
But soon I feel a chill in my bones, I grow cold and my skin wizened. Dropping to the ground I fall asleep. Waiting for the Earth to wake me up again so I may again enjoy the sun on my face.
I am a cherry blossom,
hear me roar. - Original poem by Karl K
# cherry blossoms
#poemoftheday#poetry#gkchesterton#Logan#hughjackman#nationalsuperheroday The Last Hero~G. K. Chesterton "We laid him to rest with tenderness; Homeward we turned in the twilight’s gold; We thought in ourselves with dumb distress— All the story of earth is told.
A beautiful word at the last was said: A great deep heart like the hearts of old Went forth; and the speaker had lost the thread, Or all the story of earth was told.
The dust hung over the pale dry ways Dizzily fired with the twilight’s gold, And a bitter remembrance blew in each face How all the story of earth was told."
I feel you stirring
In the centre of my being
As if the softness of your skin
My love, exists within me
I breathe in your breath
As you trace the edge of my truth
And gently hold my beating heart
In the open palm of your promise
With you, my love
Every moment is eternal
And every silence speaks with certainty
Through those knowing eyes
And that tender touch
I want to stay here, with you
Our limbs entwined, our souls unclothed
Laying in the gentle light of our longing
From here, my love
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
Suffocating in smoke
The world you loved fell apart
Drained of hope, withheld of love
Naked, no blanket
Just pulsing heart, just flapping wings
Trying to soar, trying to explore
Taking risks and conquering fear
Less is more
Be naked, be free
Ohh i really miss this. its been a while. Haven't had the chance to write. Please don't judge, this is art.
If I had the strength to look back in between the snowcrystals of winter, that flaked like silent prayers in the street, I would see your silhouette. I would be able to tell if you ran, breaking walls of sound, keeping up with the light, or if your steps could be heard as a hesitation. Were you a wounded animal with a limping will, that had to stop its shuttle between the pavements, to lick its salty wound? And if so, did you reach for your heart, or your head? Did you fall on the cynical layers of ice, so that you got spilled all over the street? And when the breeze blows puritywhite leafs of magnolia, so that they hang in the street of summer, do they look like snowflakes to you as well? #writing#feeling#poetrycommunityofinstagram#danish#seperation#writersoninstagram#poemoftheday
"We Wear the Mask" By Paul Laurence Dunbar
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask! #poems#poemporn#wordsofwisdom#gothic#mask#masks#photography#poemoftheday#spike#spikes
The weekend & its warm sunny weather is so close I can already feel it. Mary Oliver's poetry is on my mind... "Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"
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"Ages passed in fluttering pages..
A few willingly, a few unwillingly..
But as I moved from one alphabet to another,
New words sprouted in front of my eyes,
Enchanted me with their
Engulfed me deep into their meanings,
But some very vacuous, some half baked, some were capricious and chameleonic,
Though they rhymed the same,
Changed their colours when put differently..
Some appeared simple and short,
And they were deeper than I thought.
And I realized people were words too.. And as I moved from one chapter to another,
Leaving back the old characters,
A few more words and a few more phrases came and passed me by,
Each left their indelible mark,
An imprint or a scar.. And I again pondered what they meant,
Until I realized that the story never ends,
It only takes a new beginning..
Words come and go,
Alphabets stay loyal..
Creating a beautiful interplay as they collide and dance to form metaphors on my paper.. And as i kept turning and returning to the pages- same old and new,
I learnt not just to read what was written,
But even learnt to read between the lines.. " ~ Devashish Palkar