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 Feb 2017 kailasha
Day
Idk, I'm doing good*

Correction..
"You're doing well.
Just a thought
Life is such a parodox
Its an oxymoron
Those who talk the least
Have the most to say
Those who feel the most
Cant even show it
Those who have the most to live
Want to die the most
Why is this so?
Why is it when i think
Often so deeply
That i cant explain
No matter how much
I want to do so
Its just all stuck
I think through things so much
But i can't explain my thoughts
They just stay stuck
Or come out stupid
Why cant i just talk?
Some people talk so much
And yet say so little
I have so much to say
Yet i talk so little
Life my dear friends
Is such a parodox
My friend and i had a conversation about this the other day and it was really interesting
 Jan 2017 kailasha
Syafiq
Moon dust in your lungs
Stars in your eyes
You are a child of the cosmos
A ruler of the skies

Nebulas and constellations, created
With the sparks between us
If your eyes can't catch the vastness
Look up to the sky and ponder

As infinite as it is
My love will always
Be more.
 Jan 2017 kailasha
Ovi-Odiete
THE POETRY SERIES

It is the poetry of little things that causes the earth to shred and shudder
The poetry of little things that ignites the greatest moments of bliss.
A smile from a little child,
A chuckle from a stranger.
The warmth of a knitted family
The entwining of old friends
The humming from the sea shores
The journey of the moonlight
The waves, the traveling waves
The Sea, the meandering sea
The Earth, the boundless earth
And the sweet song that nature sings.
These little things, garnered with the greatest love
Observed in silence
It is this poetry,
The poetry of little things that elicit the greatest happiness


Ovi Odiete© All right reserved
The poetry of little things..

Thank you all for the hearts and comments for this little poem of mine being picked as my SECOND DAILY
I can't thank you enough
May your rough road be smooth
 Jan 2017 kailasha
Anomaly
Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray
Do what makes you happy they say

Poetry is joy , joy should give a US dollar
Homeless poet written on my collar

Then be a scholar
Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray
Why can't people just give one dollar ...
 Jan 2017 kailasha
poetryofdhiman
harvest moon glowing
bountiful nature sparks
autumnal coziness

©Dhiman Saha
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