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Sparkling droplets fell from the sky,
Trees and fields shone bright nearby.
Birds flew free with shining wings,
Joy returned with the rain it brings.

But within days the water stayed,
Clogged in streets where children played.
Clear reflections soon turned black,
Foul smells rising, health attacked.

From ***** pools, the insects rise,
Spreading sickness, silent cries.
Neglecting this, the city lies—
No one cares, even if someone dies.


I would request everyone who's reading this poem to please once go through the long description I wrote and suggest me something to get rid with the mosquitoes or do something about drainage I dont wanna again get infected with DENGUE
So I live in a plain region and whenever it rainss it looks so beautiful farmers are also too happy as my state contributes a lot in farming but after the monsoon season the rain water gets clogged on the streets which is natural but the problem is it remains for more then a month because of poor drainage system and also because few idiot people who throws garbage in the drains and hence water gets mixed with the garbage and hence give rise to dangerous mosquitoes specially DENGUE and it affects the people last year i was also infected with dengue and my condition was so critical I was barely able to walk and most of the people lost their lifes because of a mosquito bite but still the drainage prblm isn't fixed yet still people are suffering and just outside my house water is clogged mixed with garbage and faeces but the government just don't even care I wrote several letters to govt also went to their centre to talk to them they were like if we fixed your drainage issues then the other lane would be affected by water clogging the government ***** over here and so do most of the people life is miserable in bihar and I don't even live in village i live in main city capital Patna. I feel ashamed to tell my identity about my state I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
Irelyn Thorne Aug 15
No more numbers
These cries into the night
Unheard gunshots
And fatal consequences
That drowned out the light

A mind so broken
Pieces apart on the floor
Another statistic
Lost away
And all we ever do
Is watch the blood poor
To the woman who took her life, and everyone said it was normal
Arii Aug 1
The sky,
The sky,
The sky calls out
To you,
To you,
To you, no more
Instead,
Instead,
Instead an old
Hickory tree
That’s lived through
War.

The water,
The water,
The water now
Only,
Only,
Only fills a
Ceramic mug
And a cup
made of
Glass.

The sun,
The sun,
The sun shouts out
To you,
To you,
To you, no more
Instead,
Instead,
Instead a piece of
Ice

That does nothing
But sit around
And melt.

A screen,
A screen,
A screen stares flat
Into,
Into,
Into the black
Abyss,
Abyss,
Abyss that is the
Remnants of
A
Heart.
generations tear people apart like how people tear generations apart
Jessica Jun 22
Our selves float and drift on

an ocean of memory,
lives that come before us

In the absolute language between
the poem on your lips and
the blue of the wave
you are the music of silence  
only echo of infinity
the unlikely root of words
1DNA Jun 8
Doctors see more blood
in sterile rooms
than soldiers do
on broken land.
Inspired from "Descendants of the sun".
TonyNoon Feb 22
There is another hole in the old town.

When it rains it will hold water like cold
craters on the moon.Devoid of life now,
each drop will hold the history of years.
Every drop will reflect on scrubbed steps
and drunken Fridays and days off in bed.  

The wind will whistle hit parades over mud.
Grass will pretend it was always here and
cold kids on new bikes never turned out at
Christmas or in new clothes come Whitsun.
Plaques will not record the living or the dead.

There is another hole in the old town.
Shaped like a worn shoe. Hard to fill.


Tony Noon
Arcassin B Feb 15
You're A Flower,
The water you consume in the daytime waiting for the nighttime molding you inside, Thats A flower,

The amount of sun that you get when you're out all alone with your feet in the grass,
Thats A Flower,

From the products you put in your hair to the things that you eat making you look young,
You're A Flower,

Being of light you sustain happiness , Don't surround yourself with negative stems,
Girl you're a flower,

Thats A Flower,
That's A Flower,
You're A Flower,
Girl thats a flower.

We must all be the flower that grows for a new dawn,
For a new country,
For  a new world,
Who cares for greed and money.
We don't need a president,  we don't need capitalism,  the dead leaves that need to be
cut Off , yes indeed.
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