Perspective Poems
Walking Stories
by Sagar Mistry
We’re all walking stories in this book of life,
Going through moments of peace and strife;
All having their own different phases,
Turning the pages and changing faces;
Every person on a different page,
Of different stages of calm and rage;
Trying to find the ending we deserve,
Doing our best to keep the sanity preserved;
Some coping with the tragedy awaited,
Some getting lured into the traps all baited;
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Thunder Divine
by Ankit Srivastava
Lavish green land was rich and fine
Said, go away Oh thunderclouds, you are scary and malign
Green became grey in a matter of time
Praying for clouds, the land was crying
They came back, fading the sun’s shine
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
Perspektive
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Kind blickt nach oben,
sieht Berge in den Wolken.
Ein Erwachsener schaut nach unten,
findet Sorge im Grass.
Beide stehen still
in derselben Welt,
die für jeden anders vergeht.
To Be Frog Legged
by Brady Stewart
A frog,
Unto another lily pad.
Plip.
There are different bugs here.
Blip
Did you hear it?
No!
Not the tongue.
Or the hop
But it's the reason for the plip plop.
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Perspectief
by Mario Odekerken
Een kind kijkt omhoog,
ziet wolken als bergen.
Een ouder kijkt omlaag,
ziet de zorgen in het gras.
Beiden staan stil
in dezelfde wereld
die voor ieder anders beweegt.
Perspektive
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Kind blickt nach oben,
sieht Berge in den Wolken.
Ein Erwachsener schaut nach unten,
findet Sorge im Grass.
Beide stehen still
in derselben Welt,
die für jeden anders vergeht.
Perspective
by Mario Odekerken
A child looks up,
sees mountains in the clouds.
An adult looks down,
sees worry in the grass.
Both stand still
in the same world
that moves differently for each.
Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
