Give Peace A Chance

[aubriestar]

crescent moon hangs low

rising touches highest peaks

my love resides there

a name written in stardust

eternal wisps in light years

©️-Aubrie-2026

[poemsandsunsets]

“The first week of August was long over. And now, though Autumn was still some weeks away, there was a feeling that the year had begun its downward arc, that the wheel was turning again, slowly now, but soon to go faster, turning once more in its changeless sweep of change.”

— Tuck Everlasting

[poemsandsunsets]

What is this curious feeling

Which overwhelms me some nights

To look up at the sky

And contemplate the stars

Insignificant is my existence

in the grand scheme of things

No moment is forever

but I hold on to fleeting instances

In hope of capturing

the essence of my being

[cruxymox]

outside now, nothing is

warm enough to keep it from me. this thick layer of

something that i wear is not even

close to enough.

taking visible, foggy breaths of our december air, shuffling on pavement that has been breaking apart since before i was born. the trees know -

the trees know.

my limbs, their tangled branches.

[poemsandsunsets]

Passing cars

A never ending stream

of burned fuel and warm bodies

A loop on constant repeat

Where do you go?

Is the question in my mind

It’s not one life

When there are so many to live through

[poemsandsunsets]

The alleyway cat

Swaying in the darkness

Of the deserted streets

From here to there

With no aim or ambition

To nowhere

Lurking in corners

Yearing for company

In the loneliness

Of its bones

With nothing to offer

But the warmth

Of the moon

[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

try something new

go somewhere new

there are still new memories

to be made

.

~@pocketfullofpoesies

[michaelbogild-deactivated202503]

“We don’t stop dreaming when we wake up, we just drift from symbolic to conceptual dreaming.”

— It might be said that our nightly dreams hold more truth than our daily thoughts.

[poemsandsunsets]

Today was the first chilly morning

of September.

Crisp, cold air.

I felt overjoyed.

The heat is stifling for my already

warm body.

It felt like my first breath

in a long time.

I didn’t realize how much I longed

for autumn’s breeze

and it’s gray skies.

My mind is comforted in an unexplainable,

unusual way.

The fact that there is constant change

around me,

and that I too,

am changing in its midst.

I don’t realize how different I am to myself

until I notice

the change of the seasons.

A reminder of Earth’s perpetual cycle.

A reminder that another year is yet to pass.

[poemsandsunsets]

“Sometimes love is not enough, and the road gets tough, I don’t know why.”

Lana Del Rey—Born To Die

[poemsandsunsets]

Summer

The shimmerin’ shinin’ summoned summer at last.

Thought I’d be rollin’ final’ ly in the grass,

Or even looking in a magnifying glass.

Instead, blinded from sunlight, and covered, by a mask.

Dark and lone’ ly, dull and depressed, alas.

Then, a change and cherishing, all I amass.

A body is what he has: food, water, and oxygen gas.

Moral of the story, when good things pass.

Remember the good things, and forget the past.

The good in life, will never holdfast,

So don’t hang on to the passed treachery.

You only last, about one century.

In the forecast, there’s exit and entry.

In your life, the vast minority are injuries.

Enjoy summer as a bee joys nectary.

Happiness only casts from one entity.

— Patrick Williams Jr.

[poemsandsunsets]

You’re still my home.

Despite your complexity

and dark energy.

You’re my universe.

My home, my heart

resides in your crevices.

Your supernovas, the essence of my soul.

You’re the universe in me, and I, in you.

The magnitude of light years

can not share

the expanse of my love.

[poemsandsunsets]

“The first week of August was long over. And now, though Autumn was still some weeks away, there was a feeling that the year had begun its downward arc, that the wheel was turning again, slowly now, but soon to go faster, turning once more in its changeless sweep of change.”

— Tuck Everlasting

[poemsandsunsets]

[poemsandsunsets]

And I feel it is time.

For what,

I do not know.

The feeling of being

on the edge

and plummeting to

the depths below

is all consuming.

The downward ark

of time has begun,

and the colors and sounds blur

from fragments

of thoughts

to melodies of

forgotten childhoods.

Time is a jumbled mess

of recollection

I find myself continually living.

[lyzbrown]

Change is Needed

Walk on another road Change the place of the furniture Wear those old clothes In a hurry, it can wait. Cut, dye your hair Without following any model Then change is needed.

Paint the walls of the room Without fear of getting dirty Devour the lasagne, the thigh Without guilt for getting fat. Frequent new places And breathe new airs Then change is needed.

Write a letter by hand And forgot the phone Visit someone that it’s been a while Since you came to visit. Talk more, type less Construct on new lands Then change is needed.

Learn a new language Maybe return to studying Take more rain baths Let life bathe you. Leap walls and fences Create new toys Then change is needed.

There is change even in pain We just need to observe Leave our parents’ houses Even wanting to stay. See friends going away Feel the pain of those who cry Suffering is also changing.

Losing that job Not having cash to waste Studying for public service exams And even so, not passing. Being dumped, being betrayed Feeling half-lost Suffering is also changing.

The wind that sometimes takes Is the same wind that brings It takes the old and brings the new It renews itself, it remakes itself. It transforms agitation into tranquillity Discomfort into cosiness It makes war become peace.

Life, the world and time Change us since children Modify our dreams Renew our hope. And the most ferocious change Making everything about us One day become a memory.

Time is a crazy pilot Who likes to accelerate It doesn’t see signs or lights And it is always going to advance. Modifying the meaning Makes “living” become “lived” A second just has to pass.

To change existing is enough No one can control Then everything that is alive changes Living is transforming yourself. Living is evolving And upon stopping existing Even dying is changing.

[poemsandsunsets]

“You write your own destiny”

But the pen has a fate of its own,

I am simply the vessel.