Mirakee
The vail is thin
Souls passed begin to sing
Speaking their troubles and warnings to kin
Don't underestimate the things that can't be seen
They know all that you dream and all that you seek
The blood within your veins once streamed within theirs
They are you, you are them
You carry wisdom within from their deaths and past pains
Have an open ear and listen with unyielding faith
Give your respects or you'll be greeted with wicked glee
And a promise that you won't be just left to 'be'
No doubt--they'll make you bleed
©theminimalistwriter
#ancestors
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theminimalistwriter
1w
Read MoreThe dead begin to speak, they're here to give the advice that you seek. Will you listen, or will you allow your fate to become bleak?
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#poetrygram #mirakee #poetry #poet #spilledink #ghost #past #ancestors #wisdom #chills -
Imani
A different kind of faith. A new level of belief. A belief that isn't just vertical, but falls into the horizontal, and always starts internal. My Imani's expression is in the Hallelujah I give, the hymn I hum as I light the final candle which lays to rest a yester-year and embraces the new birth of new year. Oh know my ancestors are here.
©avigraceproverbs -
kishore_devnani
7w
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#firstquote #ideas #ancestors #steal #writersbay #bleedingwords"First Quote"
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All my original & brilliant ideas are already stolen by our Ancestors
©kishore_devnani -
Ancestral growth
Prehistoric creatures
Ancestors from the sea
Time shaped
Millions of years
Clay in evolution's hands
Transformation continues
Biological additions and subtractions
Individuality and community
Hunters and gatherers
Spreading across virgin lands
Numbers don't stop growing.
©james_taumas -
maniman_ak
45w
Read MoreThe name "corona virus" is a fear for so many, i dont know whether the abroad ppls had any specific culture. But here in India we had a numerous superior cultures spread all over, this is the land of magic. Our ancestors are great and they followed good diet and they used only herbs for treatment but we already influenced by western peoples and totally lost our memory of ancestors. We had lost many but somethings are remains as same and our response to save them.
#corona #covid #ancestors #forgetten #nature #thoughts #poetryகோரோணா
கலாச்சாரம் துறந்து
அந்நியன் வழி நடந்து
வந்த வழி மறந்து
மனித மந்தையில் கலந்து
தன்னிகரில்லா இனம்
என்ற பெயர் தொலைந்து
உயிர் கொள்ளும் கிருமி
அதை கண்டு பயந்து
மனிதன் நிற்கிறான்
இங்கு தன்னிலை மறந்து.
©maniman_ak8 3
- maniman_ak @aparnaa_periasamy sis, actually apppave kandupudichuten antha mistake ah, but maathala
- maniman_ak @aparnaa_periasamy so happy to hear this, nandrigal pala
- maniman_ak @aparnaa_periasamy chennai
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Ancestor, where?
Sun set across the plain lands
Air stiff and silent
Drums being beat
Wildlife all around fall silent to the beats
She's listening and watching; nature
People dancing, stomping the loose Earth beneath them
With every stomp, Her spirits jumps through the beats
Eyes closed, music and the people's chants get louder and louder
Imagining my ancestors dancing with me
Cheering me on around the fire in middle of us
This isn't a ritual to summon the gods, but of one celebrating the living dead
The beats get louder, the sun sets and under the moonlight
More people appear
Opening my eyes, a tear falls
These aren't my people, seeing not a familiar face in sight
A woman approached me, telling me to close my eyes again
A voice so welcoming I haven't felt in real life
I didn't want open them anymore, wanted it closed forever
"Don't cry, you may not be ours but YOU are OURS."
Eyes closed again, this time tears roll down my cheeks
Smiling, I found my ancestors, my family
Somewhere I belong
Dreaming forever, waiting for one day to become like them
©sha_ra_el JAN. 27, 2020 -
jezzamorgan
52w
Read MoreNew poem I wrote - the first in too long. Hope more will follow, if I can hold my jalopy-mind together
#ancestors #loss #grief #anger #rage #forgiveness #hope #continuity #timeline #realityHey, don't be bothered
Chips and fish don't mean much
when others aren't out to lunch.
Can't afford no crispy bits
crumbs no more, just emptiness.
Hear us now! Our ancestors proud.
For we are here, you needn't be 'round.
©jezzamorgan -
Prolonged life
Ever wonder how life would have been like,
If we lived a couple of thousand centuries ago.
People then lived for centuries or forever,
If not all, atleast a few,
Cherishing their life with their loved ones,
Multiple generations together when we are glad if we could see one more,
Fighting the battle to survive everyday as it comes and goes,
Which we do as well but with more dependencies,
Worked really hard to make ends meet.
No sophisticated medical, transport or food,
Yet they traveled, traveled across the globe,
Inscribed their wisdom on stones, parchment paper,
Wrote books, poetry, painted art and sparked new ideas and cultural change.
Our being is a reminiscence of theirs,
But would be survive all that.. Hmmm!
©abinabin2 -
Hunter's Moon
Even in the darkest skies you shine
Not even the clouds can cover your light
Not even the night can contain your light
Maybe my eyes cannot really see
I still feel your power, your call
With your peace and mellow presence
I still feel your power, your call
As I still learn your ways
And feel like another sea being impacted by your strength
Your power brings me hope
And tells me to keep stepping one foot at a time
Because in this Hunter's Moon
I will not be prey
Like my ancestors were
©cosmosenmi -
stateofmind
71w
What if they saw?
What if the ancestors saw what the future might be?
What if they saw how we'd become so hateful?
What if they saw that we'd break apart?
What if they saw us killing each other off?
What if they saw the white man wasn't all bad?
What if they saw what we have lost sight of?
That we are all one and the same
That we would have the bad with the good ones
That, at the end of the day, all we need to do is UNITE.
That what we don't know would make us wiser.
©stateofmind -
Spirit Animal/ancestors
I don't know why they come to me,
They keep me safe,
I see them outside of their flesh.
©mrgrey -
Ancestral Past
When I see the past
The past of my ancestors
I see beautiful women
Just like me
Running through fields of corn
Feeling the ground and soil
With every inch of every step
Beautiful women
With skin made of gold and bronze
With feet and legs strong as steel
With hearts of gold and joy
When I see the past I see me
©misslittlecow -
Their Way
From now on, I will walk in the footsteps of my ancestors.
I will listen to the sweet wisdom of my orishas, the messages in the drums.
Starting from today, I will do it their way.
Ashe
©courtneyusef -
वापसी
नदियों हम किनारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
नाज़ुक मिले इशारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
शहर के शर्तो पे जी कर आजिज़ हैं
सो अपने पुरखे प्यारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
उदासियां रह रह लौट आया करती हैं
हाथ बढ़ाए दो सितारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
छूट चुके कल की तलाश में निकलना है
और बिछड़े हुए सारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
बदलने से कहानियां बदल जाया करती हैं
बदल कर गुजिश्ता बहारों तरफ़ लौट रहे हैं
©tauheedshahbaz13 4 2
- singh_ankit_hunny वाह
- tauheedshahbaz बहुत शुक्रिया
- cjaiswal3 ❤️
- tauheedshahbaz बहुत शुक्रिया । मुहब्बत ❤️
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दरख़्त
कैसे कैसे उम्रदराज़ दरख़्त
जंगल के रखते राज़ दरख़्त
एक सदा को उठ खड़े हैं
किस मिटटी के होते दरख़्त
दुआ में हाथ उठाए रहते हैं
जमीं से आसमां तक दरख़्त
मिटटी के इतने खिदमतगार
दिल के कितने गहरे दरख़्त
पुरखों का सारा खोया पता
चिटठी पत्रों को संभाले दरख़्त
कल की ही बात थी और आज
वक्त से क़ब्ल बिछड़ गए दरख़्त
कहां के दाना थे कहां को पहुंचे
मुहल्ले से लेकिन न रूठे दरख़्त
©tauheedshahbaz -
s_o_p_e
99w
The Aftermath
At times the world is a gloomy dark space
Filled with potholes of our time
Causing a rift between the Swift
The birds peck on the maggots, swimming in the zobo of war
The cries of the lineage of zobo are heard from a distance
The wasted destinies seek revenge from underneath
The juju of our land rest not and seek no peace
Do the god's hear our cry?
Oh blood of the dead!
Please, forgive! forgive!
Do the dead hear our cry?
Oh anger of the gods!
Release! Release us from the punishment of our sins of time past
We are mere mortals of time past, of now and of the future.
©s_o_p_e -
miss_s
100w
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Title: What are you fighting for?
For people who still fights, make arguments, being rebels, just to change something that will grant your will, can't you just work peacefully and stop fighting against it like they didn't support or help you? Can't you just do what's proper for your age rather than rebelling? Are you still ungrateful?
What are you really fighting for?
By: miss_s
#poems #poetry #Filipinos #ancestors #fighting #government #education #Philippines #teens #freedom #abusing #rebellingFighting for freedom is what our ancestors did,
took risks and worked hard for many years.
Yet Filipinos of today fighting for something is a trend,
disregarding the fact that they're abusing the government. -
purpleenigma
101w
Painted in blood
Born of wind and wild
Hurricane in heart
Eyes as rough seas
In the shadows
Following ancestors
Becoming dust on Earth.
©purpleenigma -
thebhavnasaxena
101w
Hunger
They have almost always
Dismissed it as banal, nobody
Writes about it, guess there is
Nothing poetic about the way
Hunger makes thieves out of
Innocent children, but I recognise
The power of this primal emotion,
For I hunger, I hunger for the life
I never had but always dreamed of,
I carry hunger within me as a reminder
Of how my ancestors fought, hunted
And killed before they could farm,
I embrace hunger as the friend who
Will keep me going through all trials
With the ferocity of a beast
Fighting for its very survival.
©thebhavnasaxena -
magicalmystery
106w
Be Wild With Me
People walked everywhere before cars.
Now we can hardly stand for three hours.
But I'm not included in that "we", for I have started walking more and more for my own benefits.
We in America live in a society where movement is no longer necessary. Machines do everything so our brains work less: it takes years of practice to learn how to build a fire with sticks, but only a second to flick a lighter with your thumb.
The wonder of nature is lost to the neon colors and lights of our screens. We can't even hear the birds anymore.
We don't even try to.
Animals are so smart in a hundred ways that we don't know about. Think about it: if you were born in a mill and sold to live in a cage, your intelligence would depend on the activities your owner allows you to take part in. Otherwise, you circulate in that cage in a pattern of madness.
We stunt our pets intellectual growth by caging them, by showing them nothing but doses of affection mixed with angry shouts and scoldings. We treat our pets like pets, when they should have never been caught in the first place.
Animals in the wild are much smarter than the ones in cages at petstores. But the ones in labs are even more so, because they are given tests which challenge their pattern of thoughts and behaviors, but most likely in a cruel way.
So which are we? We are not wild people. Not anymore. We don't live like people that need to survive. We live in comfort, our only quarrels being those in our household or those at our jobs. So we with either in a caged lifestyle, or a laboratory lifestyle.
But we need to go back to our roots, before our ancestors roots are all dug up and paved over in concrete.
Never forget where you came from (whatever your definition of this may be); we are all walking different paths in our lives, but we've grown accustomed to sitting down far too long.
Stand up and howl, you dogs behind fences; bite the hand that feeds you and start feeding yourself.
Let's form packs of like-minded individuals: those of us who no longer want to be caged or ran through mazes.
Let's be like lions and show the sheep what true pride really means; let us all be wild and free.
We were never meant to be tame.
©magicalmystery
