Waking up, a sense of peace,
excitement.
Deep in thought,
relief — almost cathartic.
Mountains whispering,
luring, calling,
welcoming.
Happiness? or
devoid of sorrow?
Sorrow? I was,
Happy? I am,
The end.
maybe
Waking up, feeling a sense of peace and excitement.
Deep in thought, feeling a sense of relief,
catharsis-like.
Mountains whispering, luring, calling,
welcoming.
Happiness? or devoid of sorrow?
Sorrow? I was,
Happy? I am,
The end.
Maybe
Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.
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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.