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 Aug 2022
Carlo C Gomez
~
precious metal detector
of tourism,
as in a dream,
such device has the power
to make one nostalgic for places
either never visited
or nonexistent.

this strange museum exhibits
sometimes airplanes,
always mortality salience,
and the impossibly probable idea

that travel can change
your sense of time,
so you don't really mind
if things slip away,
or alter in some disenchanted way.

~
 Aug 2022
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
Forest republic
Hyenas and wolves contest
To feed on the lambs
Democracy was a beautiful concept when brought... But slowly, it changed ... It has changed a lot that one can now define it as "of the politicians, by the politicians, and for the politicians..."

U can share ur POV, would love to know that ...
 Aug 2022
Glenn Currier
When I start to regret the past
I have to ask
what does that piece of me mean
is it something best forgot
or a lesson
that turns my dark to green
It might make my dust into stars.

I should not waste my scars.
I thank Archer (https://hellopoetry.com/McBleak/) for the idea for this poem with his poem, “Waiting Game (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4598204/waiting-game/v)
 Aug 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma
Surrounded by love
On the bed of green
Scarlets and white
Different, yet alike
Tulips and sunshine
Peacefully arise
Nature is serene, alive

🌿🌷🌷🌷🌷🌿
 Aug 2022
Benzene
Pal
.

From first Hii ,
To waiting for your reply .
The bond which has developed,
is enough to fit in the envelope.

From long lasting talks to,
a great person be known to,
It's the time which nurtures the memories,
who knows we have nothing in the galleries.


Many may come and go,
But few remains forever from ago.
And those footprints of yours and mine
Can’t washed away by time.


A beautiful heart of yours ,
Hard to find flaws .
Be the same in life always,
If we ever meet after in the midways .
This is for all those who found their special ones
on a random website/app.
 Aug 2022
Eloisa
The new dawn’s calling me
for a quiet escape
Setting sail to see the sunrise
The soft clouds and the blue sky
in between
Ocean waves restless
Hidden longings for moonrise
Changing tides follow


Shell ✨🐚
A metaphor
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