Struggles Poems
Happy Moments Bloom
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Happy moments bloom
ever in full beauty,
like a delicate flower
wafting sweet fragrance
of pleasing felicity,
of cherished longings.
Some time later
they grow red and pale,
all fade and wither
as the leaves, dried
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Howrah Bridge
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
They built me with their sweats
And enslaved blood
As a high mark of their might
Wearing the chest of Calcuttan culture.
Since then I have been standing strong
On my plastered feet
Like the two mammoth poles bound together
Yet as different as East and West.
Bridging the gulf between the people,
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Mass Exodus: Back and Forth
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.
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Hard Days Fly Away
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Dejection in life
Makes me more reflective
I feel relieved
As poetry turns effective
In the deep gloom
Engulfing all my happiness
With no blooms
In my utter hopelessness.
Hard days fly away
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Fractured Melodies
by Lilith Van'Nightinveil
In shadows deep, where silence lies,
A soul concealed, with hidden cries.
I stand before the world, a facade so strong,
While inside I crumble, feeling so wrong.
Like porcelain fragile, I start to crack,
Yet I keep pretending, never looking back.
A scream echoes within, a desperate plea,
But the abyss swallows, consuming me.
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Fractured Melodies
by Lilith Van'Nightinveil
In shadows deep, where silence lies,
A soul concealed, with hidden cries.
I stand before the world, a facade so strong,
While inside I crumble, feeling so wrong.
Like porcelain fragile, I start to crack,
Yet I keep pretending, never looking back.
A scream echoes within, a desperate plea,
But the abyss swallows, consuming me.
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carousel
by Alexander Palmer
Around and around goes the carousel,
Its grim melody pries into your bones,
Oh, to this merry carnival, the fallen angels welcome you well,
Take a seat, have a drink, make yourself at home.
Around and around goes the carousel,
The figures who ride it find themselves lacking a face,
But isn't it so lovely, its echoing call?
So come take a seat, come find your place.
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Appreciation
by Sadie Nouanemany.
Continue readingodd comfort
by Kiia Leiviskä
Sometimes the loneliness feels like theres a hole inside of me,
one that cannot be filled with anything but the comfort I find in sadness.
And if I let that sadness and sorrow go
what do I have left?
I fear I have grown so attached to that comfort of being sad
that I will never be able to let go of it.
restless dreams
by Kiia Leiviskä
In my restless dreams, Im free
I feel no pain or sorrow.
In those dreams
my mind is free of all troubles,
my body doesnt ache with such despair and loneliness, and my heart is full of love
not being torn apart with sadness.
