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  • pocketsmile 20h

    SILENCE LOST ITS MIDAS TOUCH

    I have got a shelf full of memories
    Bookmarked with bad judgement
    It reminds me of the time quiet
    Added to something
    It wasn't my intention to get caught
    Inside the spin, but never knew the
    Consequences that all the still air would bring
    Baited my breath with gasoline, struck a match
    Found comfort in burning everything I ever had
    I'm sorry for every single case of my
    Generation's good intentions
    Horribly misplaced

    It's so strange knowing life ain't what i make it
    To think I took the road less traveled
    Find out my mistaken to forget the lines
    Between real and fake relations
    Then lose the guide on how to find
    My all limitations

    I tested the water, and I got struck
    As the pieces of myself I forgot about sunk
    My tongue ain't as lenient as I'd like to allow
    So I'll slit my own throat if it helps
    Get all the words out

    I was meant to live with my lips bound tightly
    But it's hard trying to walk the lines
    That my palms have assigned me
    I used to think that I lived on my own accord
    It's just so strange the word 'past'
    Can mean to move forward

    (These are just the rules that I choose to adhere to watch my memories come alive inside the rearview and even so, It'll never be enough)

    I remember the day silence lost its Midas Touch
    I used to two steps with the devil on the regular
    Fate grabbed my hand before she pulled
    Me into the hell with her
    Silence forced the words straight
    Back into my lungs and these hushed
    Lips kissed death with a lot of tongues

    I know the taste it was tattooed on my lips
    Afraid the ink would never dry
    It always made my stomach sick
    I should've known before the warning bell
    Sounded and I would never get anywhere
    Throwing glass at stone houses

    But I did and I followed the pieces to my shadow
    The reflection of the physical, the minimum
    The shallow parts of me that breathe
    And breathe but never could define the
    Essence of metaphors that I have learned
    Through life and there I found it :
    All the lights that cast the shade blinded
    By the brilliance that outlined my battered shape

    And I know that the lesson will last
    Regret is a promise to myself
    That I've learned from the past


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 2d

    LA MIA LUNA SPLENDENTE


    Summer night still
    Not so tenebrous
    Through my half broken
    Glass of window
    Ray of nectar, I'm sipping
    Shining moon on her
    White gown, rejuvenating
    The Earth, by blooming
    Flowers from her scars

    The brightness it casts
    On the lake, for empty it
    May be seem the soul
    Is taken away to believe
    Believe that I might be
    With myself holding
    Hands underneath
    No stars to gaze it
    But the music played
    By the moon shine waves

    Amazed in joy, I was filled
    With hope to voyage
    Journeys of heart images
    Lament all but forgotten
    Empty clutches I realize
    But the shine is everywhere

    Shining moon blooming
    Viridescent vine, milky
    Caps horizon's roll
    Love notes on kindling
    Flow, I'm dancing by
    The light, outshine
    Warm fire sight
    Moonlight water glow
    Drifting light show
    Gentle satellite ray
    My night wants to pay

    This shine on moon
    Slice of lemon meringue pie
    Exits the sky, white candlelight
    Lead the way,
    La Mia Luna Splendente,
    Beams on green Earth today

    ©pocketsmile

    #moon_LS_chal

    A wonderful challenge by our dearest lovely soul @laughing_soul ♥️

    I hope it's apt for this challenge ma'am
    #laughing_soul


    La Mia Luna Splendente (Italian)
    It means My Shining Moon

    #ceesreposts

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    LA MIA LUNA SPLENDENTE

    This shine on moon
    Slice of lemon meringue pie
    Exits the sky, white candlelight
    Lead the way,
    La Mia Luna Splendente,
    Beams on green Earth today

    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 2d

    If love was a squirrel
    We would see
    She would rise above on trees
    She would be free with her hopes
    The wind would orchestrate it
    And we would watch her breathlessly
    And be utterly fascinated knowing
    It is the greatest thing
    We will ever see


    If love was a trout
    We would know
    That in ancient times
    The rivers asked its permission
    To flow to allow it to swim upstream
    Still water would beg endlessly
    We would watch it like a dream
    Struggling in rapid white waters
    It would grow


    If love was a tiger
    We would hear
    The soil craving his paws
    On it to appear
    On its pristine face
    The tiger would dance silently
    We would watch him with Grace
    Praying in faith
    To overcome our fear


    If my poems were true
    Profoundly sad it would be
    Knowing that animals
    Used to roam the tree
    And that clean rivers
    Used to fill the sea
    And how great
    Dancing barefoot used to be


    And seeing in that time
    We used to wonder the Earth
    Oblivious and carefree

    ©pocketsmile


    #oblivious #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee
    #ceesreposts

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    And seeing in that time we used to wonder the Earth, oblivious and carefree






    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 4d

    "তোমাকে বালিশ দিচ্ছি
    কাথা কম্বল
    ঘুমের ওষুধ দিচ্ছি
    তুমি ঘুমোও

    শহর এখন মরা কাঠ
    আকাশ ও তারা নিভিয়ে ঘুমিয়ে গেছে
    তুমি বাঁচলে শির দাঁড়াবে
    টাল টাল বরফ নেমে
    আমাকে পাথর করে রাখে"

    --------- তসলিমা নাসরিন
    --------- Taslima Nasrin



    I've given you a roof
    In the cover of cloudy night
    Stars are so reckless
    Hidden in the lap of moon
    I've painted many dreams
    Floated the boats of hope in eyes
    Then why don't you sleep?
    Are you bothered to sleep or
    To find something, sitting with deceive...

    Every morning I turn on the sun
    Sunshine in hands, disseminate in your balcony
    But you don't understand...
    Of course, the person who doesn't know
    How to count the dreams of night
    How will he be able to calculate the morning

    That worn out humans in roaf
    There's a big war in their stomach
    But still they sleep
    Eat the morning sun and the night moon
    They're still very happy

    I've painted many dreams
    Floated the boats of hope in eyes
    Then why there's no peace in heart???

    Are you really bothered to sleep or
    To find yourself, sitting with deceive..

    ©pocketsmile

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    মেঘলা রাতের আচ্ছাদনে
    তোমাকে দিয়েছি একটু ছাদ
    তারাগুলো বেপরোয়া হয়ে
    লুকিয়ে গেছে চাঁদের কোলে
    কত স্বপ্ন দিলাম এঁকে
    কত আশার নৌকো ভাসালাম চোখে
    তবু কেন ঘুম নেই তোমার?
    তোমার বুঝি ঘুমোতে মানা?
    না কি কিছু পাবে বলে বসে আছ ছলে.....

    প্রতিটি সকাল সুর্য নামাই
    হাতে করে একটু রোদ্দুর
    তোমার ব্যালকনিতে ছড়াই
    কিন্তু তুমি তো তবুও বোঝো না
    অবশ্য যে রাতের দেওয়ালে
    স্বপ্ন গুনতে পারে না
    সে সকালের হিসেব করবে কি করে????

    রাস্তার ওই জীর্ণ মানুষগুলো
    যাদের পাকস্থলীতে এক বিশাল যুদ্ধ
    তবুও তো ওরা ঘুমায়
    সকালে সুর্য ‌আর রাতে তারার ভোজ
    বেশ সুখী ওরা
    তবে তুমি কেন ঘুমোও না?

    তোমায় কত স্বপ্ন দিলাম এঁকে
    কত আশার নৌকো ভাসালাম তোমার চোখে
    তবু কেন শান্তি নেই মনে?

    তোমার বুঝি সত্যিই ঘুমোতে মানা
    না কি নিজেকে খুঁজে পাবে বলে
    বসে আছ ছলে.....


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 4d

    When snow becomes rain
    And the trees
    Revive again

    I will be waiting
    Listen to
    The ballad of wind

    I was once defined
    As the rose
    Which smiles in dark room

    Now I'm butterfly
    Write summer
    Poem with rain in wings

    ©pocketsmile

    #lune

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    Now I'm butterfly
    Write summer
    Poem with rain in wings


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 5d

    With glistenin' new pistons
    Inside our meat machines
    We numb ourselves to the voices
    That are trying to teach us
    How to sing


    Through the incoherent
    Babble of bars and
    The percussion of Mother nature
    Dancing on the roof


    There are subtle truths
    That we would find
    If only we would
    Listen


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 1w

    If hands could hold words
    Through yarn of my memories
    I could sigh in words

    If hands could hold words
    Could I fathom the riches
    Which would overwhelm?

    If hands could hold words
    Paper would spare trees and life
    Animals too live!

    If hands could hold words
    Love would become tangible
    And emotions clear

    If hands could hold words
    We'd see better the meaning
    Of us and our vow

    If hands could hold words
    Peace could be refined and we
    As mankind would thrive

    If hands could hold words
    Should these lines be cherished or
    Tossed and discarded?

    If hands could hold words
    Would I appreciate that
    Hands are enabled?

    If hands could hold words
    The writing could be valued
    Which lies upon walls

    If hands could hold words
    Fingers wouldn't need their points
    They'd just simply place

    If hands could hold words
    Then my poem could pour life
    By her hands holding


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 1w

    Trees
    Are saints
    Nurture souls
    Of Mother Earth
    Life


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 1w

    June
    Russet
    Glory crown
    Summer winds blow
    Down


    ©pocketsmile

  • pocketsmile 1w

    When we fade
    count our
    last sigh
    what is left
    behind

    But the indelible
    fingerprints
    on heart of
    the earth
    we touch

    The flames
    we kept
    and fostered
    the aisle of
    love and
    torment

    By those
    we never
    have to
    condone
    or explain
    the days

    By those,
    we are
    already
    and never

    Forgiven

    Forgotten


    ©pocketsmile