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Every Day Poems

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Every Day Poems

11 Jan, 01:02

Forward from: Iris's Diary

Soft-spoken young lady cannot be rude!
As it is against her rules.
The way she behaves is "polite and sweet."
If a wrong word is spoken, the world will mistreat.
No way to express her frustration or anger,
Staying polite, even when in danger.

Soft-spoken young lady cannot complain!
Her politeness must remain.
What will they think or say,
If she expresses herself in her own way?
What if her words sound bad or rude?
Don’t you know, she can’t act as per her mood.

Soft-spoken young lady cannot speak her mind!
Her words must always be kind.
Her voice cannot be raised.
If she tries, then she is a "disgrace."
My dear, look at us, pleasing people as they demand,
For care they don’t "give" but only "grant."

Soft-spoken young lady cannot break free!
Her rules are chains, can’t you see?

– Iris

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 22:54

Forward from: The Accidental Poet

There are nights
when my thoughts betray me.
They sit at the border of my bed,
hauling their nails along my spine,
whispering,
“Remember when you were whole?”
And I,
the fool I am,
believe them.

But thoughts are cheap magicians,
sleight of hand and mirrors,
turning wounds into nostalgia
and scars into poetry.

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 20:47

Forward from: Retrogade Dissociation

I have not the tiniest clue that another world exists, but I know for sure I want to leave this one.

I see the caramel glow of the sun voyaging to the other side of this world, and all I want is to tag along.

I see the white foam pushed by the blue waves right at my feet, and all I wish for is to hook my soul to the far edge. I just wish to be carried away.

I see the sheer black canvas crowned by the moon, untainted by clouds, and all I wish is to set a tent in the dark side, where no one could ever find me.

Yet, I wish to be seen. I wish to be heard, like a symphony dripping like honey from the wild. I wish to be beheld like the finest portrait, birthing new visions with each glance. I wish there were a seer to my paradox.

-Paradox

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 18:40

Forward from: Perspicacious Poetries.

The whole new personality I can build,
but I feel the eyes of who I used to be.
Burying her makes my hands go weak,
and I can’t burn her alive either.
She clings to me, like a ghost I can’t shake off,
whispering everything I want to forget.
So I carry her around with me,
dragging her weight in every step,
until she has nowhere to fly,
and sinks deep within,
settling in the cracks of who I’m trying to become.

#pain

~©Darkpit

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 16:33

Forward from: Poetic heart ❤️

When two people in love go separate ways,
they can't be friends
the hurt is too much to bear.
They can't talk the same,
like they once did.

They can't be enemies either,
because love was there once,
holding their hands,
making them smile.

Now, they walk alone,
with memories in their hearts,
thinking of the days
they were one.

In the end,
they become strangers
strangers who know
each other's favorite songs
and the way they laugh.

~Poetic soul

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 14:26

Forward from: Inner Persona

What if the future knocks on my door
dressed in a cloak of my actions,
in a tight neck tie knitted in regret
much heavier
than my hope in tomorrow.

What if he asks
for the choices I didn't make,
for the paths I didn't take.
Tells me, I struggled
in the very loop of my own comfort zone.

What if the future comes too early.
Will I be able to recognise
the face of my own creation
or will he bring the plight of a past
I can't undo.

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Every Day Poems

10 Jan, 12:19

Forward from: HER HIDDEN HEART 🩶

The purpose of human life
is to create memories
only to be someone else's memory;
We aren't just humans,
We're memories.
- S.Priyadarshni

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Every Day Poems

9 Jan, 08:52

Forward from: Victoria Damilola writes

Chimes From a Broken past

The shadows of the past—
No one escapes them forever.
Even when we claw our way out,
They find a way to pull us back in.

With vicious claws and monstrous hunger,
They reach through the night,
Dragging cold yearning and sorrow in their wake.
The chimes of regret whisper in the dark,
Reminding us of what could have been.

We stumble through their grasp,
Haunted by ghosts of choices made,
By wounds still raw and dreams that are abandoned.
Yet, we lose not what was never ours,
For the past holds only false—
Shattered reflections of a time we cannot rewrite.

But still, it lingers,
Like a shadow at dusk,
Fading but never fully gone,
A silent witness to the weight we carry.

©® Victoria Damilola

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Every Day Poems

9 Jan, 06:45

Forward from: Retrogade Dissociation

Instill in that child the fighting spirit we all breathe and live by.
Let her wield the sword;
let her learn that it isn’t a blade but an extension of her soul,
the steel symbol of her pride.
Teach that child that we don’t hide, but we strike.
We strike with a quill,
and if it loses its voice,
we paint with blood.

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Every Day Poems

9 Jan, 04:38

Ephemeral

Okay, this is life;
Arriving one day,
Departing another day...
Leaving garments in the closet,
Shoes kept waiting forever,
Not reading,
Not sleeping,
Not hearing,
Not answering,
But now that you're gone;
The body of poems aches,
As if all the “A” letters,
Were torn out from every verse!

#ali_hedayati

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 15:33

Forward from: Bruce Wayne

Unfair

I'm the dry leaf at the bottom
Of life's crushing boot—
Battered and crunched,
Yet still intact somehow.
I've been there ever since
I was plucked off while
Still being unfurled and so green.

Why is life so unfair?
Some leaves were born on
A healthy, wealthy tree
Which grows in a fertile land.
But life decides that others
Don't deserve such privileges.
Many are never green in the first place.
Why?
Why?
Why?

But there are many less fortunate leaves
Beneath and around my crumpled figure—
Some have been reduced to dusts and ashes;
Compared to them, I'm much luckier.
Under the crushing boot of life's unfairness,
It's still in my possession, the privilege
To express a weak gratitude.

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 13:26

Forward from: Inner Persona

Celebrating My Insomnia

The little shadows of thoughts
circle around the bonfire of darkness,
the soft fumes of solitude rise,
rekindling the shadowy clouds.

My gaze lingers on the sky
knitting stars into constellations of daydreams,
painting tides on the ivory moon.

What will be lost
if I deny my sleep tonight
and let the long night
bloom in my eyes.

#night
#insomnia

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 11:19

Forward from: Victoria Damilola writes

Broken; When the Party’s Over

Surely, they will turn off the lights—
that’s what it takes for someone to die.
Blackness, inky and stagnant,
an escape from reality.
No sound, no thought—just silence.

The party is in full swing.
And I’ve climbed my way out of hell,
seen it, tasted it, felt it
learned that it only takes one shot
to snuff out a life.

The music plays loud, masking the cracks,
the laughter false, the joy borrowed.
Underneath the glamour,
there's a void that grows,
a shadow that no one acknowledges,
a truth that we all hide.

Still, I’ve always waited
for the party to end.
Yet, you might be chased out before then.
And so, I carry this fear
deep, abiding, haunting:
Will it end too soon? Or not at all?

Indeed, we are all broken.
And when the music stops,
when the lights dim to nothing,
will we find peace in the dark?
Or will we unravel completely,
lost to the silence we once craved?

©® Victoria Damilola

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 09:12

Forward from: Elsewhere🌙 - Quotes, Poems, Thoughts

It hurts like shards of a broken mirror,
Tearing away at my cold, trembling lips.

It burns like black hot coal,
Fresh from the oven's fiery pits.

It twists and turns every bone,
In this unrighteous body of mine,
Glorying in my fractured hips.

I struggle to keep my head above these deep waters,
But fear is a relentless foe that never quits.

Afraid to try again, but I tried—
Now I regret ever trying.

Too often have I lost to love,
Now I'm lost once more.

Lost.

— Uzithepoet

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 07:05

Forward from: Retrogade Dissociation

There’s always been a struggle inside of me, a miniature battle between sanity and complete delusion. Just like a thief in the night, that little spirit of foolish recklessness sneaks up on me and takes hold of my mind. Amid the battle to determine whether I’ll keep my pride and dignity intact or soak in utter humiliation, I write.

But writing has never saved me; it has no wings to deliver my messages—and do I even want to relay these feelings? It has no arms to shield me from even a single pebble of the heaps of misery that rain down on me. This once, though, I’ve taken up the pen not as a sword but as a mirror to look into my soul.

Like a hearing aid amplifying the subtle, I wanted to learn what was in my heart—the big picture behind my frown, tears, and dilemma. Disappointingly enough, it turned out to be you. The rock too huge to be rolled away from my heart was you. All my heart has to say for now, for the past few months, is you. But I won’t tear these pages; not a single one will be removed just because it bears your name.

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 04:58

Forward from: Old Grandpa Whale

Praised be those who have set themselves free,
Determined upon cold winds while drifting away from reality.

Praised be those who have set themselves on stone,
Fixated yet fiercely venturing back home.

Praised be those who have found solace in such cruel times,
Strong are the noble, not from blood but from their own hands.

Praised be those who have accomplished waking up even when they wish to stay down,
The world might be harsh but you've proven your haters wrong.

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Every Day Poems

8 Jan, 02:50

Forward from: Poetry_.says🖤

"I started writing when I became a molten candle, burnt and finished.
And my bright phase of light and shine remained unwritten."

~rimiii

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Every Day Poems

6 Jan, 07:34

Forward from: Bruce Wayne

A House Full of Wounded People

A house full of wounded people
Who bleed onto each other.

All they've worn are black and blue apparels—
Lose threads, full of holes, and battered.

All they eat is the crimson apple,
And all they drink is the toilet water.

And all they talk about are the mist that lingers
And the sun that never comes.

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Every Day Poems

6 Jan, 05:27

Never Stop For Useless Suffering.

Once the cold weather starts to wither and warm.
I'll be walking and walking, and I'll never stop,
For stopping means thinking -
And thinking means useless suffering.

If they find out, they will cage me up,
Bound me to staring at a pale white wall;
No windows or pictures to help myself.
They will feed me and put me to strict sleep.

Force feed me and shock me into a tiny pebble,
Have my body move on its own wishes.
Shut me up with horrid threats and promises.
Oh, it is dreadful! No glory can make me risk falling to that.

I say to myself as I'm trembling to confess.
Shivering from the Russian cold or my fears, I don't know.
But I would rather be dumb but happy,
Than living on constant mental agony.

But the lines linger at the tip of my tongue,
My thoughts have turned into straight verse.
How do I undo this dreadful curse?
No. I will not turn back to insanity.

I am perfectly great and capable enough to live.
To sabotage and destroy myself for nothing is pathetic.
I would hold the pen as a disguise for my controversial figures,
But now the tip points at me, ready to attack.

Once the cold weather starts to wither and warm.
I'll be walking and walking, and I'll never stop.
I'm not a tipsy, careless lady they assume me as.
I will not do it. I will not!

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Every Day Poems

6 Jan, 03:19

Forward from: Poetic Therapy

The Fall

Icarus did not fall;
he was pushed
by ambition,
by longing,
by the cruel hands of fate
that cradle us all too tightly.

The sun, so warm, so inviting,
never promised safety,
only light.
And so he flew,
wings of wax and rebellion
melting under the weight of his dreams.

We are all Icarus,
daring to rise
even as we know the fall
is inevitable.
But oh, the sky—
how could we not reach for it?

#tragedy

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