Villanelle
I'm Still Here II
Introduction A villanelle of standing strong against those who are abusive to us, I think this is a sort of analogy to what happened in the UK election on Thursday, July 4th which freed us from a bunch of cruel, mendacious, lying racist bullies,
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dog Days Are Here
Introduction This is a poem for the challenge that you can take up below: I thought I would use a villanelle to emphasise these days come around every year and though they may not always be here, there will always be days like this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who bleed blue . Content Warning.
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt
Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
