Hardship Poems
Ruined state
by Luke Dunskey
A black sky.
A marble ceiling.
The crumbling cement cracks with the wind.
An old dog, with gentle grey
under its chin, sleeps on an
overgrown sidewalk.
A half-finished microwave meal, under
a broken chandelier.
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Triumphs of Life
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Gloomy darkness seems to have engulfed
The whole world of life
As light has hidden its head behind.
Sobs of sorrows are heard
Everywhere in each and every terrain.
The flocks are forced to stay back home in fear.
And I am glued to the scary news channels
In the hope of good news
That the hard times have passed
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Resolve
by Bastian Kraft
The livid life form,
all consuming storm,
drowns those from within,
who are nearly dim,
and knows not mercy,
for those are pursy,
Breaks life and sorrow,
until dusk and morrow.
Yet eager tempest flows,
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Self-worth
by Precious Whispers
People rejected me for the way I was,
The urge to change myself rose
more than ever just because
there was nothing else I chose.
I desired to be part
of my ''foremost'' friends
And took it to heart
that it had to make sense,
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Shoulders To Cry On
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Deaths of young people, near and dear ones,
Their dead bodies float in mourning rivers
While we helplessly watch ourselves
Being carried away by uncontrolled tears.
They die in hospitals, built for saving lives,
And we stay back home or in quarantines,
Practising the precautionary measures
While honoring the helpless govt. guidelines.
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on: losses that come with loss
by Elisa Janer
taking inventory, what have I lost?
warmth
that desire
to feel warmth in my bones
before,
a craving
and now,
all I long for is cold
I stand outside
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Serenity
by Micah Anderson
Beaten down and numb,
she was just an echo, a shadow.
She faced Darkness and stared longingly into his eyes.
He knowingly opened his arms to her.
She moved nearer to serenity and further from herself.
On the cusp of perpetuity,
she felt a tug pulling her back.
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Wiccan Part I
by Aine M
"witch" is what they all say "And to Satan she does pray" "Hair tired and grey and we wish she wouldn't stay"
With greenest skin full of warts in the night she gets up to all sorts. They sleep atop the hills gathered with their cohorts. We watch them all Snug, up in the forts So we shall laugh at them full of scoffs and snorts.
But i am not I simply wish to play my lute. Picking upon the earth, gathering the fruit. But a few seem to really know the truth. I am a witch but I mean no harm and you can call me the brute.
But I am one of the most gentle and kind that you could every find. But perhaps you all wish to remain blind I simply wish that we could just all rewind I don't think I need to remind.
Bleed to Succeed
by Somali Mukherjee
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
The Drifter
by Samel Yugalin Emrys
Dark, lonely road it was, drifting;
Wondering about the life I could've had, worrying.
Nothing matters now when nobody cares, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.
Dark as the night and mighty as a knight, my life,
Weary it was as I lost my sight, my soul,
Wavered as I am no good at kiting, my love, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.
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