Words Poems
What is poetry
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Poetry is a verbal engagement, that tells a story in a rhythmic arrangement
Poetry is a form of linguistical art, that evokes your sentiments right from the start
The beauty of a poem lies in its meanings and the true emotions that the poet is feeling
Some poems when read may sound to you dull, but to many others they do ring a bell
Our tastes may differ from one to another, but a good solid poem can bring us together
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Words
by Nastasimir Franović
Where is the sun setting now?
The wind that ruffles your hair, is it blowing?
Never again under the stone portal
Hearts won't beat like that.
The wind will seek your hair.
and all our words will remain just words
Beyond Words
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
Words In Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Words have a soul
Some of the words that humans create are nature given by God
The words that are present as a form of revelation through the intermediary of the angel Gabriel to the Prophets are the demands of human life through theHoly Scriptures
The word 'nothing' would probably just be born without an inspiration for humans
Animals also have a word in their life communication
Although only Prophet Suleiman as a human also understands it
All animals also carry out their daily rituals with word instructions strung together
in language
Tweets, roars, crows and all kinds of ways creatures say different meanings, but even so, it is still a mystery that humans have to solve
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Scribbles of the Soul
by Aditi Hayaran
When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down
Just anything that can express the pain
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
© The Patient Who Lived
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Oceans Linguistics
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The ocean, rolling into the ocean, is a collection of words in a living dictionary.
Every rolling wave is a phrase, every splash against the reef is punctuation, and every leaping fish is a metaphor waiting to be caught.
For fishermen, these words are captured by nets, unraveled into fortunes and experiences. For poets, these words are struck by pens, woven into pulsating verses.
In this boundless dictionary, every voyage is a sentence, every storm an epic poem, and every island a hidden verse.
The sea is never silent; it simply awaits a keen eye to read it and a brave soul to interpret it.
The Corridor of Truth (A Sonnet)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
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Polemist for the Poemist
by Darris van-Hoxen
To read is to err. The joke—mmm, perhaps there. Maybe you’re drawn to the line, a promise, a breath held-
spaced out-
too long. But here it lay. Your eyes move, dutiful, grazing
the terms,
the conditions,
-THE-
reality; plastic clattering, clacking modernity. The killing keys center the stage, perform their allusion.
You wanted something, now you're here.
But, so it is. “That’s just showbiz,” someone says, parroters' conviction.
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Scribbles of the Soul
by Aditi Hayaran
When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down
Just anything that can express the pain
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
© The Patient Who Lived
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Reflections of the Self
by Ayatullah Nurjati
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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