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[poetrypage-for-anewage]

The the lakes the rivers the sea so Grand

just like the ocean they flow in me

And who you are who you wanted to be

they are no more, they cease to be,

but they will live on me.

I see your face in everything

it's beauty Grand

but this I want it to be.

Your voice comes round I hold it close cherishingly.

I long for it like the sailor to the sea but

it WILL bring me down relentlessly.

I have no boat I have only hope

that you will see, the universe wants it be,

but you are blind, or maybe it's me.

So I call you close as you stay, just a few feet from me.

You get so close, it makes me choke,

you do not want this touch from me.

The signs you show, mixed, emotionally,

you do not know what you do not see, and

you do not see, what's in front of me.

You can not see yourself,

you've taken every mirror but left the pictures on the shelf.

You look back in awe, and as you run free,

just find memories, of something we both wanted to be.

You long for that, but can not see,

the pointlessness,

of chasing it in anyone else but me.

I gave it to you I made it be,

it was I who created this world you see.

So why won't you, let me make it be?

you run to darkness, to afraid to see.

The light that guides is inside you see.,

only your flashlight in front of you, courageously.

Your smile so bright, it illuminates the night.

Others come, they seek it's shelter,

the light so real, overwhelmed, it begins to swelter.

But it's light only lasts long enough to see,

your on your own, they will make it be.

They want the light, not you, you see.

They do not want the home, you seek to see.

They have chopped it down and convinced you that you have no home,

you are now what, they used to destroy, this fantasy.

You live in the ashes, they float round you see,

falling down from the skies, like fleas on me.

They make me itch, they make me scratch,

I try to rid myself, but I scratch to no end,

and when they're gone, I see I'm wrong

they were only here from you my dear,

And now your gone and I'm left alone,

only to bleed, internally.

[youcantbuyland]

#Repost @pelotondeparis ・・・ It’s not the size of the boat, nor the motion in the ocean, it’s whether or not the captain can stay in the port long enough for all the passengers to get off 🛳 .

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

Your siren song, so beautiful and sweet, it calls to me like the grass to my feet. But to my ears and to my eyes but my longing for it is only bitter sweet

I try to swim, I would fly if I had wings, but if I did , you would only call to me to get me there you wouldn't fly with me or let us go anywhere.

I long for the sky but if I was I would only see you call to others the bigger picture is its not just me.

Your song so sweet , deeper then the sea and your eyes of blue turn dark and far, as the waves come up and crash into me.

The rocks so sharp, they slice into me. I cling to life as the waves slam into me.

I cry for help but the song catches my ears, oh there you are my sweet sweet dear. I reach for you as you reach back, but your not here or there, you disappear.

You are the waves, the rocks, the song, the wind beneath my wings that you try to steal.

You don't want me free but you won't fly with me. You sing your song and call me close with one last breath I get in close. One last jump just one last flight I get to you just as the last dying light.

I get to you and your hand out stretched but not to me, but to unthread the seams. To pluck the feathers as I let out a scream, you sing to me as I fall from grace but I see your face in everything.

It makes me smile, and again you make me stay a while, so we not love the sea, the ocean so grand?

The waves the sea, it's beauty grand, it contains so many things and gives you hope, where will I go what will I see, aquatic life and animals, the fish are free.

But they cannot hear, they cannot see, only what's in front of them, they do not pretend to be something they will nevrer be. Only what they are, not what they want to be, they only are what they will always be.

Just like the fisherman in his boat, he cast a net and bring it in, the fish he caught will feed his home. They will only be, what they will always be.

A meal to eat caught in his net, free is what they cease to be, because the net, is what they did not see.

A wave crashes down as the seas turn dark, you thought you had enough time, to get home, the sailor turns and sees he's all alone, where was his friend, who had to steer the boat?

But he did not see his hand go under the deep deep sea. He searches round, but his friend has already drown, his lungs were filled and his mouth could cry no words, but he hears the words of sirens song. it's beauty cries as he goes down, he does not fight and the ocean leaves no mark.

No bruise no scratch , nothing to cut him down, just overwhelming waves always crashing crashing down.

The sea has no pity, no emotion you see. You can not blame it, it's what it will always be. You knew this before and in the future it will still be, but sailors will not stop, fishing it's sea.

They sing it songs and praise it's beauty, one by one they drown, in its fury relentlessly.

The siren song, could never be so wrong. We hear it's words and we've heard the myths, if you hear this thing, close your eyes and stuff your ears. You tie yourself down, and you never look, it only wants to sink your boat.

It feeds on you, like the ocean round, the rocks for land you think they're hope, you see an island you leap from the boat, you think your safe, you think there's hope.

You make it down and you look around, you try to stand, but the waves crash down.

There is no land, there is only sea, and it only wants to set you free. The siren smiles as you swim to it, there is no land, and so you drown. The siren smiles, as it calls to another. And he will drown, and so will the others.

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

But we let people past walls and set them free

give them free passes to our hearts,

we think they want in,

but they don't.

They only want us for themselves,

not them for us,

and in the end,

were left to rust.

To sit and wait, and turn to dust.

But we feel the weight,

what they have left for us, we feel the most.

We want these things,

but have no means, to get them now,

and so you see, they are only the rain,

and what your mind makes them out to be.

[bornbrave86]

Some people go out on Friday nights. I stay in and have a late night writing session by myself. Very therapeutic ❤️❤️🍷 #poetry #poetsandwriters #poetryforbeginners https://www.instagram.com/p/B28HqB5hOh1/?igshid=1niptjtn79c8i

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Voyages Volume 1 - A Collection of Poetry by Debjeet Mukherjee #BookReview

Voyages Volume 1 - A Collection of Poetry by Debjeet Mukherjee #BookReview #poetry #review #Bookoftheday #BOTD

The first volume of Voyages is a collection of poetry that is perfect for the readers who feel  they would not be able to understand complex flow of words and various figures of speech embedded in each poem. Debjeet Mukherjee has broken it down into several easy elements and simple words without, of course, taking away the beauty of poetry. You would find hidden meanings, as expected in any…

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