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“A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.”
― Mary Oliver, The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem

“Song of myself
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff
that is fine,
One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the
largest the same,
A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and
hospitable down by the Oconee I live,
A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest
joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin
leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,
A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye;
At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen
off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the
Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving
their big proportions,)
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands
and welcome to drink and meat,
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest,
A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion,
A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,
Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.

I resist any thing better than my own diversity,
Breathe the air but leave plenty after me,
And am not stuck up, and am in my place.”
― Walt Whitman

“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
― Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

“Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.”
― John Galsworthy, Five Speeches to P.E.N. Clubs and a Letter

“Within my reflection I see tears, for what I see is the truth, are my greatest fears.”
― Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

“If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.”
― Coleman Barks Essential Rumi

“Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies”
― Oscar Sparrow, I Threw a Stone: A Collection of Poems

“Blind Heart’s.

In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale,
Where death and life dance an endless wail.
Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour,
Survival's cruel game with each passing hour.

Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak,
Aching souls yearning for solace they seek.
In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind,
Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind.

Hatred and love, a twisted embrace,
In this nature of existence, a bitter chase.
For when darkness looms,
Love hides in despair,
Yet hate finds its mark,
leaving hearts threadbare.

We,
people who turn blind eyes to the cries,
As if suffering and anguish were mere lies.
Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all,
Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall.

But what of the animals, creatures so dear?
Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear.
Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard,
In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word.

Children on ground, black and white
Dying, Drying while survival trying.
Scars defining not body, but soul
Oh light, forgive us Lord.

The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns,
A tragic symphony,
where hope rarely burns.
In this poem of life,
where sadness takes hold,
Let us open our eyes,
let compassion unfold.”
― Astivan Mirza

“Les arbres, dans le clair d'étoiles, jaillissaient droits vers le ciel. On ne voyait pas leur ramure, rien que leurs fûts d'une blancheur de pierre. Ils portaient tous du même côté une petite frange lumineuse, un fil ruisselant de clarté bleue qui paraissait ne les point toucher.
A terre, de place en place, une poudre de neige feutrait un bosselage de racines, l'épaulement sinueux d'un fossé : une neige ancienne, un plumetis de flocons légers qu'un vol de bise avait perdu là en passant.”
― Maurice Genevoix, La dernière harde

“I've become more myself lately
I am not sure where I'd gone
sometimes I wake up in the same body
but my mind is not my own”
― Tino Dondo, In Company Of The Moon

“Sometimes we make the wrong decisions

It's no big deal

We can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen

Not everyone will like you

It's no big deal

The most important thing is to be yourself and to be proud of it

There may be times when life seems like a dark tunnel that never ends

It's no big deal

It's just a matter of moving forward until you reach your goal

Everyone has their own secret sorrows

It's no big deal

You can only be happy if you are true to yourself”
― Rifa Coolheart

“powerless and bold
in the darkness and cold,
she was the last thing
that she could control”
― Eric Overby, Hourglass in Grace

“I am made up of fragments of poetry
glued together hoping one day to become art.”
― Cheyenne Sioux, Sincerely Yours Forever, C.s.

“My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.”
― John Keats

“For some poets, the night is the perfect sphere. With pen and paper
in hand, they come to die in agony and be born again healed.”
― Poetry My Saving grace by Micheline Jean Louis

“Everything is quantized except freedom.”
― Mahdi Mansour

“She soared high in the world of her thoughts
Where no boundaries held her captive
Where she was free, fiery and formidable
Where she wasn't a mindless chick but an authoritative
Where she wasn't just protected
Where she was strong enough to be protective

-Shazia Akhter”
― Shazia Akhter

“For every action, there’s an equal reaction,
A law of nature, creating divine attraction.
So, let’s accept the dualities of life
And find serenity amid the opposing strife.”
― Lali A. Love, Realms of My Soul III: A Golden Gift

“I will make more mistakes
along life’s journey.
I shall set aside my pride,
taste the bitter medicine,
and continue despite
the consequences.

Failure is a growth serum.

-from Self Love Notes II”
― Michelle G. Stradford, Self Love Notes II: Affirming Poetry & Prose

“Art and Poetry make us alive.”
― Avijeet Das

“Meditation releases creativity. For the first time you will see the creative potential that you are carrying within yourself. Ordinarily we are not aware of this creative potential.
Meditation opens all the windows and doors to our creativity. Suddenly you are aware of the open sky, the sun, the trees, the wind, the rain and the rivers. And the moment that you becomes aware of it, your heart starts singing and dancing with joy. Your whole life becomes poetry. Whatever you do bring the touch of creativity.
Meditation starts a creative explosion which is infinite. Meditation is the beginning and there is no end to it.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“As eye-catching as it may seem, the ripest fruit on the tree isn't always the healthiest.

Its sweetness may please the tongue, but the juice might damage your organs.

The desire for a bite is always alluring, but failure to heed comes with a cost.

Give your body what it needs to thrive, not what will satisfy your thirst.”
― Eduvie Donald

“I bark poetry to chase away trespassing pain,
For it knows my street, my home, and my name.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“If I am / a ball of yarn/ tightly wrapped, / hard to read / poetry is / the fingers / unraveling me / watch me turn from / a tight knot / to a loose string / because poetry / knows everything”
― Reese Lieberman, living proof: poems and prose

“There was always the door,
but I was locked in by the room,
I declared my own sentence
and never let them assume,

While they drank away their fear,
I coffeeed my noon,
They said I could never have the sun so
I bid on the moon.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“A candle's value diminishes when it
Lit in broad daylight

A song loses its allure when it plays
Amid a cacophony of noise

A secret loses its power when it
Revealed to everyone without discretion

A rare gem loses its value when it becomes
Abundant and easily accessible

Nothing that you do is your fault or your mistake,
It’s just that you’re in the WRONG PLACE!!”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“Ek Aur Sham aa gai chalo manate Hain
Kahin duur jaake Shab e gham jalaate Hain”
― Aqeel

“My Lines

My lines cross tragedy,
Hope, and love;

A mere poetry of life
Keeps anyone alive.

I may wander along,
Yet I’ll be a part of it��

Life—I seek.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“In search of peace, I lost the pace.”
― Likitha.Reddygari

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― Likitha.Reddygari