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not sure if this is the right place for work like this, but this is the first piece from my 2004 collection "nostalgia forever"
this is "the clues"
this is "the clues"
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
Poet: Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)
American poet
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
Poet: Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)
American poet
This is a poem I resonate with so well
Saw a video Helena Bonham reading it and since then it’s been stuck in my head.
Saw a video Helena Bonham reading it and since then it’s been stuck in my head.
In your hair,
a bird is hidden
a bird the color of the sky
when you is not
it sits on my feet
it looks as if it doesn't know
I look as if I don't know
I put it on the bed
and go down the stairs
there is no one on the street
and the trees are burnt
Where are you?
Poet: Yannis Ritsos [Greece, 1909–1990]
a bird is hidden
a bird the color of the sky
when you is not
it sits on my feet
it looks as if it doesn't know
I look as if I don't know
I put it on the bed
and go down the stairs
there is no one on the street
and the trees are burnt
Where are you?
Poet: Yannis Ritsos [Greece, 1909–1990]
Talk to the sky
About the tales of the night
Talk to the wind
About the voice of the heart that is still stored in the heart
Talk to the moon
About the dreams that you have not been able to achieve
And don't talk to them because they never care
Only you yourself can make all your dreams come true
About the tales of the night
Talk to the wind
About the voice of the heart that is still stored in the heart
Talk to the moon
About the dreams that you have not been able to achieve
And don't talk to them because they never care
Only you yourself can make all your dreams come true
We danced through days without a care,
Laughed like the world was ours to hold.
Your hand in mine, a perfect pair,
A story bright and gently told.
We spoke in glances, hearts in sync,
Two souls that moved like ocean tide.
I never thought, not once, to think
That love like ours could drift, then hide.
Now I pass by where we would me
Only my footsteps fill the street.
Laughed like the world was ours to hold.
Your hand in mine, a perfect pair,
A story bright and gently told.
We spoke in glances, hearts in sync,
Two souls that moved like ocean tide.
I never thought, not once, to think
That love like ours could drift, then hide.
Now I pass by where we would me
Only my footsteps fill the street.
We built our dreams on silent stars,
Whispers carried through midnight air,
Laughed in moonlight, healed old scars,
Found forever in every stare.
Seasons passed, but hearts stood still,
Time bent gently around our name,
Fate bowed quiet to our will,
Even shadows blushed at our flame.
But now the silence knows me best,
Your echo gone, the stars forget.
Whispers carried through midnight air,
Laughed in moonlight, healed old scars,
Found forever in every stare.
Seasons passed, but hearts stood still,
Time bent gently around our name,
Fate bowed quiet to our will,
Even shadows blushed at our flame.
But now the silence knows me best,
Your echo gone, the stars forget.
Awake in dreamscape
As worlds dissipate
I lay in wait—
AI, generate.
NFT, procreate.
Give voice to the state,
We stream ’til screen—
Dreams evaporate.
A new world awaits—
or am I still bending fate?
Just within reach,
mushroom vision—
your own true voice
has risen.
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As worlds dissipate
I lay in wait—
AI, generate.
NFT, procreate.
Give voice to the state,
We stream ’til screen—
Dreams evaporate.
A new world awaits—
or am I still bending fate?
Just within reach,
mushroom vision—
your own true voice
has risen.
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how many days,
how many lies
will it take
to let me breathe?
🎧 Pharoah Sanders — “The Creator has a Master Plan”
how many lies
will it take
to let me breathe?
🎧 Pharoah Sanders — “The Creator has a Master Plan”
The pond is like a small piece of sky that’s fallen into the heart of the yard. Its still water listens quietly, as if soaking in the memories carried by the breeze. The flower pots around it, the little red fish, the soft trickle of water from an old brass tap—it’s all a beautiful kind of nostalgia.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Poet: William Carlos Williams (1883–1963)
American poet
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Poet: William Carlos Williams (1883–1963)
American poet
This is a great idea. If you need a PDF of a collection of my only published poetry book with 40 poems, send $3 to my Warplet and DM me, and I will send you the book. :)
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if you'd like a copy of this bestselling book on meditation
please send 10 USDC to my warplet AND reply this cast and I'll DC you a link to download
it's not like any book you've ever read on the practice of meditation and received ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
I just created Descartes using @titles. Mint:
Haiku derived ai art.
Descartes:
Perfect, stylized brain.
Struggling in metal. Cast. Rust.
Craving. Human. Lost.
Haiku derived ai art.
Descartes:
Perfect, stylized brain.
Struggling in metal. Cast. Rust.
Craving. Human. Lost.
And at last, he came one day,
With flowers in hand, to where I lay.
But I was dust beneath the ground,
Love’s farewell in silence bound.
He came, not for the love we knew,
But to show his beloved something true—
The lifeless form love left behind,
A tale of hearts he’d once entwined.
With flowers in hand, to where I lay.
But I was dust beneath the ground,
Love’s farewell in silence bound.
He came, not for the love we knew,
But to show his beloved something true—
The lifeless form love left behind,
A tale of hearts he’d once entwined.
On the window sill,
We stand in each other's arms
People are watching us
Now is the day they have been waiting for
Now is the day when the stone blooms
The restless heart is at peace
It is time when its time comes
It is time.
Poet: Paul Celan [Romania 1970-1920]
We stand in each other's arms
People are watching us
Now is the day they have been waiting for
Now is the day when the stone blooms
The restless heart is at peace
It is time when its time comes
It is time.
Poet: Paul Celan [Romania 1970-1920]
Left a spring poem in a cage where each table had a little spring-themed poetry magazine. I want to make something like that.
I dreamed I lost myself in whispered rain;
The sky bent low to kiss the trembling ground.
(I think I left my soul out in the plain.)
A thousand voices called me back again,
But silence wrapped me up without a sound.
Poet: Sarah Teasdale (1884–1933)
American lyric poet
The sky bent low to kiss the trembling ground.
(I think I left my soul out in the plain.)
A thousand voices called me back again,
But silence wrapped me up without a sound.
Poet: Sarah Teasdale (1884–1933)
American lyric poet
if you are showing up and trying everyday
it's enough
trust me, it is
because you are finding ways
and so the ways are bound to find you back
the miracles that show up once in a while
are the results of your own determination
the Universe bends to your conviction
because it knows you deserve the best
it's enough
trust me, it is
because you are finding ways
and so the ways are bound to find you back
the miracles that show up once in a while
are the results of your own determination
the Universe bends to your conviction
because it knows you deserve the best
🎀🎀🎀🎀من به سيبی خشنودم وبه بوییدن یک بوته ی بابونه، من به یک آینه، یک بستگی پاک قناعت دارم..
🖋️🖋️🖋️:سهراب سپهری
🖋️🖋️🖋️:سهراب سپهری
Dreams are stars we chase at night,
Guiding us with gentle light.
They speak in colors bold and bright,
Of hidden strength and silent fight.
They lift us high when we feel low,
To places only dreamers go.
Not bound by time, nor ruled by fear—
In dreams, our truest voice is clear.
So close your eyes, don’t be afraid,
Let every doubt and shadow fade.
For in your dreams, you start to see
The world not as it is—but as it *could* be.
Guiding us with gentle light.
They speak in colors bold and bright,
Of hidden strength and silent fight.
They lift us high when we feel low,
To places only dreamers go.
Not bound by time, nor ruled by fear—
In dreams, our truest voice is clear.
So close your eyes, don’t be afraid,
Let every doubt and shadow fade.
For in your dreams, you start to see
The world not as it is—but as it *could* be.
And when it’s all said and done,
so too, shall I return to the Earth
and pay it forward
to renew the lineage of life
That was once also
my very sustenance.
so too, shall I return to the Earth
and pay it forward
to renew the lineage of life
That was once also
my very sustenance.
And my pure love is like the spring blossoms
Which are filled with longing on its path
If love becomes certain for lovers
I will definitely deny his love
And I will disbelieve in flowers and gardeners
And I will drink my tears for his health
I am about to melt...
I am about to die
Because of the trembling of a thread of his shirt
Poet: Abdul Wahab Al-Bayati [Iraq, 1926-1999]
Which are filled with longing on its path
If love becomes certain for lovers
I will definitely deny his love
And I will disbelieve in flowers and gardeners
And I will drink my tears for his health
I am about to melt...
I am about to die
Because of the trembling of a thread of his shirt
Poet: Abdul Wahab Al-Bayati [Iraq, 1926-1999]
Launching the sixth coin on @zora today, focused on the power of words: “Words Are More Than Words.”
Words carry many meanings and can take on poetic significance depending on context and usage. Different languages—and their unique ways of building meaning—often produce words that are difficult to translate.
Some of my favorite words are:
Portuguese: Saudade
German: Augenblick
English: Togetherness
What are yours?
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Words carry many meanings and can take on poetic significance depending on context and usage. Different languages—and their unique ways of building meaning—often produce words that are difficult to translate.
Some of my favorite words are:
Portuguese: Saudade
German: Augenblick
English: Togetherness
What are yours?
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The plain is the open embrace of the earth — a place where the sky feels close enough to breathe. As the wind dances through the grass, it whispers old stories, forgotten by time. The plain is pure serenity, a space where the heart feels lighter, and silence speaks the language of peace.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in.
Poet: Sylvia Plath (1932–1963)
American poet, novelist, and short story writer
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in.
Poet: Sylvia Plath (1932–1963)
American poet, novelist, and short story writer
In your weekly poetry shot, we're talking about capturing inspiration this week.
Enjoy:
https://paragraph.com/@trpplffct/capture-this
Enjoy:
https://paragraph.com/@trpplffct/capture-this
It was cheap to be alone,
And maybe a little expensive to be around the people you love the most,
Being rich with friendship they gave you,
Being rich with love they bought for you,
I was happy being poor,
Being vulnerable in a world of rich and poor.
I was happy staying in the corner of a room,
Eating my lunch alone, being around the people I don’t even know.
Being around the people who can’t see the tears of my hope,
I was in the dark,
When they gave me light,
Take me out of the shadow,
To make me alive.
It was dark, i was scared,
I thought i will die,
But in the end they were here.
I am scared i will loose them again,
I am scared to be left alone here again,
I am scared to see the darkest side of hell again.
I really don’t want to be poor again,
Thats the reason i want to be left behind, from the start to end, just here.
And maybe a little expensive to be around the people you love the most,
Being rich with friendship they gave you,
Being rich with love they bought for you,
I was happy being poor,
Being vulnerable in a world of rich and poor.
I was happy staying in the corner of a room,
Eating my lunch alone, being around the people I don’t even know.
Being around the people who can’t see the tears of my hope,
I was in the dark,
When they gave me light,
Take me out of the shadow,
To make me alive.
It was dark, i was scared,
I thought i will die,
But in the end they were here.
I am scared i will loose them again,
I am scared to be left alone here again,
I am scared to see the darkest side of hell again.
I really don’t want to be poor again,
Thats the reason i want to be left behind, from the start to end, just here.
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
i thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed
beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid
it matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul
by William Ernest Henley
Black as the pit from pole to pole
i thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed
beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid
it matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul
by William Ernest Henley
in my-town-is-kinda-cute series:
someone left this tiny strawberry tree in one of my town’s Main Street inviting ppl to take care of it until its fruit are ready.
The goal? That ppl only buy local strawberries
Isn’t pure ecological-poetry?
☁️✒️
someone left this tiny strawberry tree in one of my town’s Main Street inviting ppl to take care of it until its fruit are ready.
The goal? That ppl only buy local strawberries
Isn’t pure ecological-poetry?
☁️✒️
Live your life the way you dream,
Not by another’s plan or scheme.
Dance to songs that make you smile,
Walk your own path, every mile.
Chase the sun or love the rain,
Speak your truth, embrace the pain.
Laugh out loud, or sit in peace—
Let your joy be your release.
Time is short, the days go fast,
So make each moment one that lasts.
Not for their eyes, but for your soul—
Live your life, and make it whole.
Not by another’s plan or scheme.
Dance to songs that make you smile,
Walk your own path, every mile.
Chase the sun or love the rain,
Speak your truth, embrace the pain.
Laugh out loud, or sit in peace—
Let your joy be your release.
Time is short, the days go fast,
So make each moment one that lasts.
Not for their eyes, but for your soul—
Live your life, and make it whole.
BEGINNING
In the beginning,
a canvas stretched,
tighter,
tighter,
tighter,
until one patch
caught fire,
burned,
burned,
burned,
into a blaze of stars,
a scattering of worlds,
and on one world,
simple life,
then complex life,
then human life,
and then we
found each other.
In the beginning,
a canvas stretched,
tighter,
tighter,
tighter,
until one patch
caught fire,
burned,
burned,
burned,
into a blaze of stars,
a scattering of worlds,
and on one world,
simple life,
then complex life,
then human life,
and then we
found each other.
shine bright this pink moon night
Under the light of the full moon
pink and bright we set intentions
to continue to go towards the light
even when things look dim
we continue shine bright our light
both outside and within
12th of April 2025
stream of consciousness
by jacque
Under the light of the full moon
pink and bright we set intentions
to continue to go towards the light
even when things look dim
we continue shine bright our light
both outside and within
12th of April 2025
stream of consciousness
by jacque
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Poet: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
American poet
Poet: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
American poet
and for a glance, my heart stopped... again. Time froze—just a glimpse, a fleeting second, an endless minute
my body still moves looking at you, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 just 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, i glimpse of us could kill me
i still crave ur heart, ur scent, u
my body still moves looking at you, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 just 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, i glimpse of us could kill me
i still crave ur heart, ur scent, u
Your face is like a flag
Your eyes, your mouth, your head...
This is the only flag I can accept.
Poet: Milan Kundera [
April1929 – July 2023 ]
Your eyes, your mouth, your head...
This is the only flag I can accept.
Poet: Milan Kundera [
April1929 – July 2023 ]
Lost in the night, fading slow,
Will you stay or let me go?
If I speak my heart in wine,
Will you forget with morning’s shine?
Hold me close, then drift away,
Just for once, let me stay.
Will you stay or let me go?
If I speak my heart in wine,
Will you forget with morning’s shine?
Hold me close, then drift away,
Just for once, let me stay.
دلم می خواست چیزی بهش بگویم که بداند چه قدر دوستش دارم
گفتم :تومسیح منی"
#سمفونی _مردگان
#عباس_معروفی
گفتم :تومسیح منی"
#سمفونی _مردگان
#عباس_معروفی
She had the fragrance of a gajra,
When she smiled, even the moon blushed.
How those fragrant locks swayed...
A gajra adorned her hair,
And a strand that fell over her eyes—
She gently moved it away with love.
Even the scent of rain would fade beside her,
When a raindrop touched her eyes.
Even God would surrender upon seeing her.
When she smiled, even the moon blushed.
How those fragrant locks swayed...
A gajra adorned her hair,
And a strand that fell over her eyes—
She gently moved it away with love.
Even the scent of rain would fade beside her,
When a raindrop touched her eyes.
Even God would surrender upon seeing her.
Fantasy is a boundless sky,
Where dragons soar and dreamers fly.
A realm where stars can speak your name,
And nothing wild is ever tame.
It's where the rules of Earth unwind,
And magic stirs the sleeping mind.
With sword in hand or wings outspread,
You walk where only thoughts have tread.
A place where hearts can still believe,
In wonders real minds can't conceive.
For fantasy, so fierce and free,
Is truth, imagined beautifully.
Where dragons soar and dreamers fly.
A realm where stars can speak your name,
And nothing wild is ever tame.
It's where the rules of Earth unwind,
And magic stirs the sleeping mind.
With sword in hand or wings outspread,
You walk where only thoughts have tread.
A place where hearts can still believe,
In wonders real minds can't conceive.
For fantasy, so fierce and free,
Is truth, imagined beautifully.
