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Kira 4d
I toss and turn in the moonlight
Your love is like moonshine
Bitter, but with a wild side
Prickly like thorns
And beautiful like your roses

Lady of the moon, bathe me in your beams
Let me mold like the rotten husk I am
Let me sink into your ocean
Craddle me in your caverns
Let me drown in what is you


Cleanse me of my sins
And rebirth me anew
So that I may be perfect for you
This poem is about a toxic relationship I had in my past where I completely changed myself to try and be perfect for someone that never loved me the same. I'm hoping this gives others comfort in knowing they aren't alone in their experiences
Man
The hardships of a man are his silent battles –
“you ought to open up more,” which opens
his worth to being diminished.


We only cry when the world is asleep, painting
smiles on our faces to render our outer walls
somewhat pleasing to your gaze.  

We fight private wars, striving to shield those
we love from the fallout – yet the scars we bear
are somehow unsightly in your view.

We’ll conform to your contradictions, offering
our utmost to project an image of strength for
the women, while our brothers are the only ones  
who truly understand our weaknesses.  

The hardships of a man are his silent battles –
and it is only his fellow men who can truly
witness their tears.

March is a long month,
Rainy days with no remorse.
Even when the sun does come,
Bleak winds drag it back to the sky caves.
Though if not for these tested times,
Would there be an April song?
Lots of not great this month
Ethan P Jones Nov 2024
Life holds you under water
Happiness is learning to enjoy
The brief moments of air
Before it you pulls you back under

I’m a merchant vagabond
Selling more of myself each day
To people who don’t respect me
For trying

Drape me in kerosene
Strike me to set a blaze
The sun began humiliated
Life is changing at an incredible speed
And I fear whether I have what I need
To change with it,

I feel overwhelmed and still try to keep faith
And I'm not yet certain if I am building a grave
Or a new home for myself

And I guess time will tell,
I'll try to say farewell
To the past as well.

_M.
Lakz Poetry Oct 2024
She
Monsoon pitched in
Its time to start harvest festival
most happiest time of the year
she felt happy as 13 year old
with family and friends
something unfortunate,
shattered her dreams
world went upside down
no more laughter
no more hugs and good night kisses
she had no shoulders to cry-on
days, weeks, years passed by
seasons, people and calenders passed
she learnt to accept the changes
she tried her best to get her life on track
it took years!
Still she did it!
from being a kid
to an amazing woman she is
She never lose hope and Finally
She is happy with her family
Release me from these shackles,
I don't need to be contained,
away from the guilt of it,
I don't need to be constrained.

Release me from the burdens,
Release me from all Fears,
Release me from these Hardships,
That I have dealth with for so many years.

Release me from Constraints of sorrow,
of shedding so many Tears,
Wishing that someone would save me,
Wishing that help was near.

Release me from Trail and error,
Release me from all doubts,
Loose me from the thought of thinking,
If the fact that there's no way out.

Constrained from Financial difficulties,
Constrained from the ware and tear,
When you're feeling down and low,
When Life is treating you unfair.

Release me from ALL CONSTRAINTS,
This is my beck and call,
Oh, Please Release these shackles,
To be unconstrained FROM IT ALL!!


B.R.
Date: 10/1/2024
Lemon Black Oct 2024
Enchanted with prayer, mountain halls
Bejeweled by its people.
As light unveils their rocky spires,
Breathes in the dawn,
Combining force
Of two opposing powers—
Resilient mind and stone.
A binding of things equal.
They twist, they torque,
Erupt with fire fueled by brawn.
Solidified in shared desire
To bring a life to form.
A view of the mountain range, that together with the human settlements, resembles a bracelet studded with stones. Though they live in harmony, it's no idyllic tale. The balance is born of hardship, formed by the raw elements. This very struggle draws out the best in the inhabitants—their resilience and determination to adapt and transform. It's not a conquest, but a deep appreciation of every moment. Each day, with each new dawn, they return to their labors. But it is life itself at work here, weaving every speck of the scenery into its endless pursuit of creation.
Dario Tinajero Sep 2024
To what degree will you let the hurt reach? It's in your control after all.

Will you finally trust in yourself, to stand up on your own?

Break down, and sob yourself to sleep if you have to

But when the sunrise comes up once more, maybe it'll be time for you to turn over a new leaf

And explore life past pain.
Reimers Jun 2024
Here again, it’s all so familiar,
The empty space I carved for myself,
A void that brings me solace,
Far from the world's embrace.

This time, I entered willingly,
Unlike before, when ignorance guided me.
It’s different now; I can choose to leave,
Yet in this toxic, dreadful silence, I find comfort.

No longer weeping in the corner,
Everything shifts, but the feeling persists,
The heaviness in my chest—
As if the rain never ceased.

Bloodstained puddles on the floor,
Grim reminders of past hardships.
Each reflection a testament,
To all I've survived.

Maybe I’ll linger a bit longer,
Wandering endlessly through this void.
I’ll escape eventually, won’t I?
I can get out… right? Someone... please...
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