Story Poems
Yayu's AI New Forum
by Yayu Uppsurya
In New Forum, where shutters dam the sun's stream,
A quilt of souls in a chessboard's dream.
A crush of commerce in a serpentine dance,
Where shadows flicker, and silence prances.
Smiths and spinners, a chorus of toil,
Their labor weaves dreams on the loom of will.
Cries of merchants in measured tone,
Echo through arches, time's own drone.
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Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
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Forgotten
by B DEWITT
It is beautiful.
The colours bright and bold
alighting the night
With a truly exquisite delight.
For many,
this glistening sight
is a wonderous invite
to a bountiful life.
Completely free of the usual strife.
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Atlas' Lament
by Author Reinvented
Some say they bear the weight of the world on their shoulders;
I laugh, for such punishment is mild.
My laugh, a hollow, empty laugh,
Garnished with a bitter smile.
Oh, what I would give; Oh! What precious blood I would shed,
To have born, instead, the world's weight,
To have, instead, a different task,
Than be cursed with love so great.
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Swallows
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Swallow does not only describe aves or birds
He is the embodiment of a being who comes and visits this earth to provide benefits
From the towering coral duwur mountains to the sky that they have steady
Presented the beauty and exposure of nature that rises from the bottom of the ocean as a natural textbook
It is possible that history will not unravel the story and even become a fairy tale when the father or mother supports their children in bedtime.
The place where the swallow became endemic in the mountains seemed to unravel a folklore that at that time the consort of King Kartasura was sick and cured only by drinking a sponge which was none other than a swallow's nest.
Or is it really the image that has been attached to Adipati Surti as a hero and was forced to marry Suryawati because she was attracted to her beauty even though she was of a different nature?
Everyone was amazed by the elegant dance how this was reflected in real life
Yayu's AI New Forum
by Yayu Uppsurya
In New Forum, where shutters dam the sun's stream,
A quilt of souls in a chessboard's dream.
A crush of commerce in a serpentine dance,
Where shadows flicker, and silence prances.
Smiths and spinners, a chorus of toil,
Their labor weaves dreams on the loom of will.
Cries of merchants in measured tone,
Echo through arches, time's own drone.
......
Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
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Our Childhood
by Pijush Biswas
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, peep through clouds still
Long at a distance the sun does fill
Our minds, with happiness sold.
We were Ten!
Together we were dear to all often.
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, cross the river yet
The bridge under feet told-
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'तुजे जीना सीखा रही थी'
by SANJAY SAHARAN
🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂
मैंने कल एक झलक जिंदगी को देखा,
वो मेरी राह में गुनगुना रही थी...
मैं ढूंढ़ रहा था उसे इधर उधर,
वो ऑंख मिचोली कर मुस्कुरा रही थी...
एक अरसे के बाद आया मुझे करार,
वो थपकी दे मुझे सुला रही थी...
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i’ve never told a story
by Annie H
i’ve never told a story
someone else had never heard
i’ve never wrote a book
because i couldn’t find the words
i’ve scratched out all the words
on the pages that i wrote
i’ve drowned letters in the water
and i’ve thrown them off of the boat
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