Perfection

Perfection

perfection



If life was perfect

Wouldn’t thy beauty linger on forever?

Why do leaves fall off trees? Nay and cover the empty cracks on the floor…

perfection

If life was perfect

Why do the echoes of sinners run throughout the world?

Why do we feel hurt at the expense of one’s happiness

Why does the howling loneliness sweep the nice people first? 

perfection

If life was perfect

Why does crimson embers clutch the air in excitement?

Pull you so close you feel so happy and burn you when you’re too close…

 

Run because everybody believes you are not young enough to walk.

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Smile because your tears are blurring your vision of reason.

Sing when the world stares at you and tell you your voice is crappy.

Trust because when your heart begs you not.

Twirl because your mind makes sense of what you see of the world.

Frolick because you are made fun of. Kiss because others are watching.

Sleep because you are afraid it may not be the right dream.

Run because everybody believes you are not young enough to walk.

Theres a road going left and right, which one would you take?

I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]

via Standing at a Crossroads — Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe

The picture really sets the scene!

In the wilderness of Maine, in the rhythm of the waves, in rivers of the mountains, a calling to my heart, to my pen, wings lifting with a new wildness in my senses I write the words launching the poem from my spirit. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

via The Poem from My Spirit — Ancient Skies

So utterly graphic! How does this make you feel?

Written by Jacob Ibrag Black star, who do you think you are? Crickets sleeping in the depths of your crater. We won’t see you coming. Hidden. Crashing into the receptors of our central nervous system. I’d ask for your name and yet this part seems familiar. A cobra chasing it’s own tale. Tail? Tale. Delivered […]

via Tale — Eyes Words

Urdu styled poetry… so underrated… what does everyone else think?

Latest book: The Golden Tradition: An Anthology of Urdu Poetry, edited and translated by Ahmed Ali. I think I can reuse the illo of Babur and Humayun here, since Babur was probably reciting some verse. In Persian, not Urdu, I know. Ali is a great guide– knowledgeable, enthusiastic, tolerant, a font of details. What he […]

via Urdu Poetry — Zompist’s E-Z rant page

If you are happy with yourself… you are happy with the world…

I want to slowly ease into dreams of sunshine feel the warmth of its longing kiss but even this, I miss while too many shadows loom chasing away the sunlight stealing the afternoon glow. My skin pales in comparison while others’ cheeks alight with olive skin, but drought sometimes is all that’s left for […]

via Beautiful Being Me, a poem — Sumyanna Writes