Wisdom Poems
The Myth of Closure
by Kara PrinceYou told me you called her up just once for closure. I don’t believe in such things, but I believed you. When she called me weeks later, she begged me for closure, but what could I say? You lied to us both. Now I’m lying in my bed, eyes wide open because you're all I see when I close them. I'll never know who my brothers could have grown up to be, or if I could have done things differently with my sister. I buried two grandpas, just accepting that they were flawed men. Losing you didn’t make me believe in closure, because you lost me, and I’d rather leave that door closed.
Continue readingI Feel Words
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I praise the wise and respect the wisdom of every old and young, for when they speak they pave the way to every poem or song.
There is a charm in all their words and phrases short or long. In what they say you should believe until you prove them wrong.
When wisdom speaks I always listen to thoughts of brilliant minds, just like a gem or precious stone or gold in haunted mines.
I feel the words and see them spark in corners everywhere, sometimes I even smell their scent floating in the air.
A set of words in form of art could take your breath away, for classy words will make you feel in heaven you want to stay.
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Noonray in Winter
by Ghairo Daniels
NOONRAY IN WINTER
Noonray in your navel
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along
Winter wonder words waffling
storm crown chakra baffling
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sail raised
by Liam Doran
Uncertain... I'm aboard the boat... my sail up.
I'm brightened by the fleeting gusts of wind
that leave quicker than they came.
Moving me about a painstakingly uneventful broad circle periodically
nudged by resolute bodies of ice.
Confused. I feel that Tommy understands.
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On A Late Edition Of Sir Jonah Barrington's Memoirs
by Richard Crawley
Fortune, pleased with Jonah's wit,
Chose an ass to edit it ;
Not that as with many a she,
Fools with her in favour be,
But that wit like lamps by night
Placed by dulness shines more bright :
So, great Y____g, she pitched on you,
As the dullest pate she knew.
The Myth of Closure
by Kara PrinceYou told me you called her up just once for closure. I don’t believe in such things, but I believed you. When she called me weeks later, she begged me for closure, but what could I say? You lied to us both. Now I’m lying in my bed, eyes wide open because you're all I see when I close them. I'll never know who my brothers could have grown up to be, or if I could have done things differently with my sister. I buried two grandpas, just accepting that they were flawed men. Losing you didn’t make me believe in closure, because you lost me, and I’d rather leave that door closed.
Continue readingVoir Dire on Love : Voir Dire Series 1
by Ghairo Daniels
Love is not a topic like wisdom or faith
it evolves not as such awareness learnings
over cause of span or with experience
life's needle, thread, spindle as well as loom song
weaves virtue and vice simultaneously
vital fantasy, from spontaneous realm
inconceivable for mind to discern love
motion birthed from heart’s vulnerable petals.
amorvivium* has zilch tie to mentality.
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The older I get,the younger I feel
by Mario Odekerken
The older I get,the younger I feel.
Not in years or skin,
but inbthe way I see the sky,
wide and without end.
I care less for clocks,
more for moments.
Laughter comes easier,
worry stays less.
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
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How We Witness
by Jonathan Goff
I.
smoke and star-soaked hush—
two chairs, no words. just the night
we held– together.
i watched him breathe and whispered, thank you.
II.
when she left, you wept.
presence hung between us– dew,
prophesying dawn.
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Wisdom)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era)