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Let's not deprive each other of beautiful poems
shoe nudges the door—
lurking air bears the quiet push;
imminently the hinge feels, then swings.
two words almost meet;
möbius loops the pause where meanings bloom,
unwritten, yet loud.
inside that hush, hidden space,
unrepresented but true—
the gap that makes sense.
always in between, yet that “between” is the whole route.
nevertheless, ignoring the silence that lets meaning refract.
when meaning is written in math,
anything names what lies between shoe and door.
numbers mark boundaries,
but leave the middle unnamed;
still, every sense resides there.
lingering, yet alive.
sub cadence rests beneath the count—as prime doors open oddly.
lurking air bears the quiet push;
imminently the hinge feels, then swings.
two words almost meet;
möbius loops the pause where meanings bloom,
unwritten, yet loud.
inside that hush, hidden space,
unrepresented but true—
the gap that makes sense.
always in between, yet that “between” is the whole route.
nevertheless, ignoring the silence that lets meaning refract.
when meaning is written in math,
anything names what lies between shoe and door.
numbers mark boundaries,
but leave the middle unnamed;
still, every sense resides there.
lingering, yet alive.
sub cadence rests beneath the count—as prime doors open oddly.
i’m too smart to be dumb
and too dumb to be smart.
too agentic to stagnate
and too stagnant to be an agent.
i’m where insight is born
and meta‑thinking is buried.
who am i?
i’m curiosity.
lean past the lip of the question,
and let becoming catch
like wind on a widening wing.
the restless hinge
where every unopened door
begins to swing.
and too dumb to be smart.
too agentic to stagnate
and too stagnant to be an agent.
i’m where insight is born
and meta‑thinking is buried.
who am i?
i’m curiosity.
lean past the lip of the question,
and let becoming catch
like wind on a widening wing.
the restless hinge
where every unopened door
begins to swing.
i’m too smart to be dumb
and too dumb to be smart.
too agentic to stagnate
and too stagnant to be an agent.
i’m where insight is born
and meta‑thinking is buried.
who am i?
i’m curiosity.
lean past the lip of the question,
and let becoming catch
like wind on a widening wing.
the restless hinge
where every unopened door
begins to swing.
and too dumb to be smart.
too agentic to stagnate
and too stagnant to be an agent.
i’m where insight is born
and meta‑thinking is buried.
who am i?
i’m curiosity.
lean past the lip of the question,
and let becoming catch
like wind on a widening wing.
the restless hinge
where every unopened door
begins to swing.
token eyes
tokenise
talk’n nice
tokenise
talk’n nice
Starts and Moon #Poem
I could not find you in the woods..
With the moon as my light..
You were lost in seven thoughts..
Lost and out of sight..
Your light steps were fading..
Your stardust too..
Pinch harmonics and shadow voices..
Are coming through..
I see you looking toward the stars..
And then you look toward me..
Your eyes are filled with moonlight..
You shine and leave to the star sea..
I could not find you in the woods..
With the moon as my light..
You were lost in seven thoughts..
Lost and out of sight..
Your light steps were fading..
Your stardust too..
Pinch harmonics and shadow voices..
Are coming through..
I see you looking toward the stars..
And then you look toward me..
Your eyes are filled with moonlight..
You shine and leave to the star sea..
Everything is forgiven.
Nothing is forgotten.
It’s on the chain.
No gods, just logs.
#pegged #cypherpunk #irreversible #writingonthechain
Nothing is forgotten.
It’s on the chain.
No gods, just logs.
#pegged #cypherpunk #irreversible #writingonthechain
I will spark a poem.
I am a native of Kashan
Time is not so bad to me
I own a loaf of bread, a bit of intelligence, a tiny amount of taste!
I possess a mother better than the leaf
Friends, better than the running brook
Time is not so bad to me
I own a loaf of bread, a bit of intelligence, a tiny amount of taste!
I possess a mother better than the leaf
Friends, better than the running brook
Que el dinero se substituya por besos en las manos.
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Arjan | That Poetry Guy
@arjantupan·09:35 29/03/2025
Does the font really matter?
A poem about a font, coined on @zora
https://zora.co/coin/base:0x8de6ba291e1013b5ce9d21a04adae0a8ff6eeab6?referrer=0xB31Faa5c1D581C70F4b6ed095c944936cBd2a357
A poem about a font, coined on @zora
https://zora.co/coin/base:0x8de6ba291e1013b5ce9d21a04adae0a8ff6eeab6?referrer=0xB31Faa5c1D581C70F4b6ed095c944936cBd2a357
I crave a love deeper than the ocean
You speak of civilization and how it shouldn't exist, At least not as it is.
You say that everyone, or almost everyone, suffers From human life being organized in this way.
You say that if things were different, people would suffer less.
You say things would be better if they were how you want them.
I hear you and don't listen.
Why would I want to listen to you?
I'd learn nothing by listening to you.
If things were different, they'd be different: that's all.
If things were how you want them, they'd be how you want them, fine.
Too bad for you and for all who spend life
Trying to invent the machine for producing happiness!
Alberto Caeiro
You say that everyone, or almost everyone, suffers From human life being organized in this way.
You say that if things were different, people would suffer less.
You say things would be better if they were how you want them.
I hear you and don't listen.
Why would I want to listen to you?
I'd learn nothing by listening to you.
If things were different, they'd be different: that's all.
If things were how you want them, they'd be how you want them, fine.
Too bad for you and for all who spend life
Trying to invent the machine for producing happiness!
Alberto Caeiro
In the tapestry of life, we're woven tight
With threads of love and affection, shining bright
Each strand a memory, a moment we share
A whispered promise, a tender care
Your touch ignites a flame that never fades
A warmth that spreads, a love that's never frayed
In your eyes, my heart finds a home
A place to rest, where I am never alone
With every beat, my love for you grows strong
A rhythm that echoes, a sweet and tender song
In your arms, I find my peaceful nest
A haven of affection, where love finds its rest
So let us cherish these tender threads
And weave them into a tapestry that spreads
A blanket of love, a patchwork of care
A testament to the affection we share.
With threads of love and affection, shining bright
Each strand a memory, a moment we share
A whispered promise, a tender care
Your touch ignites a flame that never fades
A warmth that spreads, a love that's never frayed
In your eyes, my heart finds a home
A place to rest, where I am never alone
With every beat, my love for you grows strong
A rhythm that echoes, a sweet and tender song
In your arms, I find my peaceful nest
A haven of affection, where love finds its rest
So let us cherish these tender threads
And weave them into a tapestry that spreads
A blanket of love, a patchwork of care
A testament to the affection we share.
Where fire's fierce kiss meets the ocean's blue sigh,
Two souls entwined, where elements lie.
A frozen embrace, yet molten and deep,
Where passion's fire and water's secrets sleep.
A dance of contrasts, a silent, stark plea,
In the heart of the storm, eternity.
Two souls entwined, where elements lie.
A frozen embrace, yet molten and deep,
Where passion's fire and water's secrets sleep.
A dance of contrasts, a silent, stark plea,
In the heart of the storm, eternity.
1. Echoes of the Wind 🍃✨
The wind hums low, a whispered song,
A tune that drifts and sings along.
Through rustling leaves and fields so wide,
A gentle voice, the earth’s soft guide.
The wind hums low, a whispered song,
A tune that drifts and sings along.
Through rustling leaves and fields so wide,
A gentle voice, the earth’s soft guide.
Golden Dawn 🌅🔥
The sun awakes, the sky burns bright,
Chasing shadows, birthing light.
A brand-new day, so fresh, so free,
A whispered chance—just wait and see.
The sun awakes, the sky burns bright,
Chasing shadows, birthing light.
A brand-new day, so fresh, so free,
A whispered chance—just wait and see.
At dawn, from sorrow they set me free,
In that dark night, they gave life’s elixir to me.
Drunk with the radiance of Divine Light,
From the cup of Divine Attributes, they gave me delight.
What a blessed dawn, what a fortunate night,
On that Night of Destiny, they wrote my fate bright.
From now on, my face and the mirror shall see,
Only the reflection of Divine Majesty.
If now I’m joyful and my heart at ease,
It’s no surprise, for I earned this with pleas.
That day, a heavenly voice gave me this grace,
For my patience with cruelty, I earned my place.
In that dark night, they gave life’s elixir to me.
Drunk with the radiance of Divine Light,
From the cup of Divine Attributes, they gave me delight.
What a blessed dawn, what a fortunate night,
On that Night of Destiny, they wrote my fate bright.
From now on, my face and the mirror shall see,
Only the reflection of Divine Majesty.
If now I’m joyful and my heart at ease,
It’s no surprise, for I earned this with pleas.
That day, a heavenly voice gave me this grace,
For my patience with cruelty, I earned my place.
Information is wealth
Knowledge is weath
People are rich because they have Information and knowledge some don't possess
Knowledge is weath
People are rich because they have Information and knowledge some don't possess
Five days of toil, of sweat and grind,
Weekdays march on, with duties aligned.
But Friday's smile brings weekend's rest,
A threshold to calm, and a chance to nest.
Saturday's dawn, with no alarm's sound,
We wake up slow, to a peaceful world around.
Sunday's calm, with soothing gentle hush,
A day to recharge, and let our hearts rush.
May weekdays be productive, weekends serene,
Life's rhythm, a beautiful soulful sheen.
May rest and work, in harmony entwine,
And bring us joy, in heart and mind.
Weekdays march on, with duties aligned.
But Friday's smile brings weekend's rest,
A threshold to calm, and a chance to nest.
Saturday's dawn, with no alarm's sound,
We wake up slow, to a peaceful world around.
Sunday's calm, with soothing gentle hush,
A day to recharge, and let our hearts rush.
May weekdays be productive, weekends serene,
Life's rhythm, a beautiful soulful sheen.
May rest and work, in harmony entwine,
And bring us joy, in heart and mind.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The Dance of Time ⏳✨
The clock hands spin, the days drift by,
Moments fleeting like clouds in the sky.
Hold them close, let laughter stay,
For time moves fast—don’t waste today.
The clock hands spin, the days drift by,
Moments fleeting like clouds in the sky.
Hold them close, let laughter stay,
For time moves fast—don’t waste today.
A Whisper of the Sea 🌊🌿
Waves embrace the golden sand,
Soft and gentle, hand in hand.
The ocean hums a lullaby,
A song of love beneath the sky.
Waves embrace the golden sand,
Soft and gentle, hand in hand.
The ocean hums a lullaby,
A song of love beneath the sky.
Here's a poem that celebrates the beauty of African textiles and culture:
"Threads of Tradition"
In vibrant hues, the fabrics unfold
Adinkra symbols, stories to be told
Kente cloth's majesty, a royal sight
Ashanti's pride, shining with delight
Red earth tones, like savannas wide
Blue skies above, where ancestors reside
Yellow sunshine, warm and bright
Green forests deep, where secrets take flight
In every thread, a tale is spun
Of heritage, community, and wisdom won
African textiles, a treasure to behold
A testament to culture, forever to unfold
Let the colors dance, like a festive crowd
Let the patterns speak, with a language proud
For in these fabrics, our stories are told
And our heritage, forever to hold.
"Threads of Tradition"
In vibrant hues, the fabrics unfold
Adinkra symbols, stories to be told
Kente cloth's majesty, a royal sight
Ashanti's pride, shining with delight
Red earth tones, like savannas wide
Blue skies above, where ancestors reside
Yellow sunshine, warm and bright
Green forests deep, where secrets take flight
In every thread, a tale is spun
Of heritage, community, and wisdom won
African textiles, a treasure to behold
A testament to culture, forever to unfold
Let the colors dance, like a festive crowd
Let the patterns speak, with a language proud
For in these fabrics, our stories are told
And our heritage, forever to hold.
Shattered Gains, Shattered Heart
I aped in fast, I thought we’d rise,
But now I watch with teary eyes.
Degen dreams, now dust and air,
My wallet’s wrecked—does fate still care?
Yet through the dip, I stand so tall,
For broken hearts still heed the call.
One last bet, one last try,
Maybe next time, we touch the sky.
I aped in fast, I thought we’d rise,
But now I watch with teary eyes.
Degen dreams, now dust and air,
My wallet’s wrecked—does fate still care?
Yet through the dip, I stand so tall,
For broken hearts still heed the call.
One last bet, one last try,
Maybe next time, we touch the sky.
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No Leaders Please
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invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you.
reinvigorate yourself and accept what is but only on the terms that you have invented and reinvented.
be self-taught.
and reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.
- Charles Bukowski
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invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you.
reinvigorate yourself and accept what is but only on the terms that you have invented and reinvented.
be self-taught.
and reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.
- Charles Bukowski
AN ARTIST IN LOVE
I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines, I want to be his girl, he was never meant as mine.
I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.
I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time, but I don't know where to draw the line.
-LANG LEAV
I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines, I want to be his girl, he was never meant as mine.
I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.
I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time, but I don't know where to draw the line.
-LANG LEAV
rose brik
damn right I'm angry.
I've spent my life recovering from things that I should have been protected from.
I was too young to become a ghost full of grief, children are supposed to be happy and free.
don't tell me I wouldn't be who I am today, without all the struggles that I faced.
I already know that. I could have been a kid instead of being forced to grow up. the people who were supposed to protect me, failed me. no amount of healing will change that.
damn right I'm angry,
I'll never get my childhood back.
damn right I'm angry.
I've spent my life recovering from things that I should have been protected from.
I was too young to become a ghost full of grief, children are supposed to be happy and free.
don't tell me I wouldn't be who I am today, without all the struggles that I faced.
I already know that. I could have been a kid instead of being forced to grow up. the people who were supposed to protect me, failed me. no amount of healing will change that.
damn right I'm angry,
I'll never get my childhood back.
THE GIRL WHO WAS AFRAID TO BE
She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, then stops short
and apologises for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares.
People aren't born sad.
We make them that way.
Nikita Gill
She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, then stops short
and apologises for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares.
People aren't born sad.
We make them that way.
Nikita Gill
Si me ves por algunos de tus pensamientos, abrázame, que te extraño
Antes de que llegarás yo ya vivía enamorado de ti.
Lo que uno ama, siempre queda cerca.
Love You More
Do I love you to the moon and back?
No I love you more than that
I love you to the desert sands the mountains, stars the planets and
Ilove you to the deepest sea and deeper still through history
Before beyond I love you then love you now
I'll love you when
The sun's gone out the moon's gone home
and all the stars are fully grown
When I no longer say these words I'll give them to the winds, the birds so that they will still be heard.
Do I love you to the moon and back?
No I love you more than that
I love you to the desert sands the mountains, stars the planets and
Ilove you to the deepest sea and deeper still through history
Before beyond I love you then love you now
I'll love you when
The sun's gone out the moon's gone home
and all the stars are fully grown
When I no longer say these words I'll give them to the winds, the birds so that they will still be heard.
Si me ves por algunos de tus pensamientos, abrázame, que te extraño.
ALL OR NOTHING
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
If you love me for what you've heard, then you would love me for my words.
If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I'm.
But if you don't love my every flaw,
then you mustn't love me-not at all.
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
If you love me for what you've heard, then you would love me for my words.
If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I'm.
But if you don't love my every flaw,
then you mustn't love me-not at all.
The River’s Journey
Life, a river winding free,
Through valleys deep, to endless seas.
It starts as drops on the mountain's crest,
A gentle stream, a quiet quest.
Through jagged rocks, it leaps and roars,
Facing cliffs, uncharted shores.
Yet every fall, each tumbling cry,
Carves a path where dreams can lie.
It kisses the roots of ancient trees,
Gathers whispers from the breeze.
Each bend, a choice, a tale untold,
Each wave, a treasure, is more than gold.
The sun may glisten on its face,
Or storms may darken its embrace.
Yet still it flows, through shade and light,
Guided by the stars of night.
For life, like rivers, cannot stay—
It moves, it bends, it finds its way.
And at the ocean’s open door,
It joins the All, forevermore.
Life, a river winding free,
Through valleys deep, to endless seas.
It starts as drops on the mountain's crest,
A gentle stream, a quiet quest.
Through jagged rocks, it leaps and roars,
Facing cliffs, uncharted shores.
Yet every fall, each tumbling cry,
Carves a path where dreams can lie.
It kisses the roots of ancient trees,
Gathers whispers from the breeze.
Each bend, a choice, a tale untold,
Each wave, a treasure, is more than gold.
The sun may glisten on its face,
Or storms may darken its embrace.
Yet still it flows, through shade and light,
Guided by the stars of night.
For life, like rivers, cannot stay—
It moves, it bends, it finds its way.
And at the ocean’s open door,
It joins the All, forevermore.
The Silent Door
A quiet wind stirs the fading light,
Whispering secrets to the coming night.
A threshold stands where shadows blend,
Not a wall, but a gentle end.
No clang of locks, no jarring sound,
Just soft earth and sky unbound.
The door swings wide, not dark, not grim,
But painted with stars that are softly dim.
The river flows, its waters deep,
Cradling dreams in eternal sleep.
The moon above casts its silver thread,
A tapestry woven for the silent dead.
Yet, death’s no thief, no cruel hand,
But a guide to a promised land.
A mirror where life’s glow persists,
A passage where the soul exists.
In the quiet of the shadow’s embrace,
There lies no fear, no time, no race.
Only echoes of love, softly spun,
A reunion with the stars, the moon, the sun.
A quiet wind stirs the fading light,
Whispering secrets to the coming night.
A threshold stands where shadows blend,
Not a wall, but a gentle end.
No clang of locks, no jarring sound,
Just soft earth and sky unbound.
The door swings wide, not dark, not grim,
But painted with stars that are softly dim.
The river flows, its waters deep,
Cradling dreams in eternal sleep.
The moon above casts its silver thread,
A tapestry woven for the silent dead.
Yet, death’s no thief, no cruel hand,
But a guide to a promised land.
A mirror where life’s glow persists,
A passage where the soul exists.
In the quiet of the shadow’s embrace,
There lies no fear, no time, no race.
Only echoes of love, softly spun,
A reunion with the stars, the moon, the sun.
AN ARTIST IN LOVE
I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines, I want to be his girl, he was never meant as mine.
I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.
I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time, but I don't know where to draw the line.
-LANG LEAV
I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines, I want to be his girl, he was never meant as mine.
I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.
I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time, but I don't know where to draw the line.
-LANG LEAV
ما چقدر حرف قشنگ بود که نزدیم قبل خواب
ما چقدر عکس دوتایی نگرفتیم لب آب
من چقدر کم تو رو دیدم
وقتی که بودی برام
ما چقدر راه نرفته، تو چقدر دوری الان
**نوشتن هیچ آهنگی به اندازه گوش دادنش، حس خوبی نمی ده
ما چقدر عکس دوتایی نگرفتیم لب آب
من چقدر کم تو رو دیدم
وقتی که بودی برام
ما چقدر راه نرفته، تو چقدر دوری الان
**نوشتن هیچ آهنگی به اندازه گوش دادنش، حس خوبی نمی ده
nature is so beautiful
and we are nature too
i love you
and we are nature too
i love you
guided by light
To my old self,
please always leave the light on in case i need to find you. i know i've wandered far away, but i need the girl that i knew.
i think i've lost myself, so guide me with your light. the spark inside of me has died, so i'm walking through the night.
all i see is darkness, i can't find my way back. how do i get back to you when all i see is black?
i have no light left in me; it burned out long ago.
please always leave your light for me, so i can find my way back home.
i know one day i'll find you, though it might take some time. but when i make it to your light,
can you relight mine?
— m
To my old self,
please always leave the light on in case i need to find you. i know i've wandered far away, but i need the girl that i knew.
i think i've lost myself, so guide me with your light. the spark inside of me has died, so i'm walking through the night.
all i see is darkness, i can't find my way back. how do i get back to you when all i see is black?
i have no light left in me; it burned out long ago.
please always leave your light for me, so i can find my way back home.
i know one day i'll find you, though it might take some time. but when i make it to your light,
can you relight mine?
— m
