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My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #Definition #Poetry

My definition of poetry Poetry is collective thoughts Poetry is a collection of thoughts Poetry is recording ideas Poetry is documenting your mind A thought that's created from nothing An idea that may be written in a pattern Poetry is emotional feelings An emotional time we find in our lives Poetry is writing about a physical state A physical condition we might describe Poetry is omnidirectional N, E, S, W Poetry is unpredictable and random Poetry is all around us and breathing Poetry is like having a sixth sense Poetry is alive and active and alert Poetry is all the colours of a rainbow An entity that is all knowing It's in all levels of education It's unstoppable Permanent ©Schizology My definition of poetry #Definition #Poetry

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Pressure Pressure building with thoughts of you My brain will blow at any minute now Head was scrambled when I caught a view The only question is to ask , but how? Hairline fractures in my skull it seems Thinking of you creates heat within Breaking apart and bursting out steam How can I cope? Please may we begins ©Schizology Pressure #Pressure #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Pressure Pressure building with thoughts of you My brain will blow at any minute now Head was scrambled when I caught a view The only question is to ask , but how? Hairline fractures in my skull it seems Thinking of you creates heat within Breaking apart and bursting out steam How can I cope? Please may we begins ©Schizology Pressure #Pressure #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_dp SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an ali

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an alien to my feelings, my emotions, my anxiety and fear, cheer and tear. I understand the language of your heart, listen to its beats, blend and rhyme with it. It is my heart not yours I know where it aches. How can I ignore the pain, remain indifferent to it, turn a deaf ear to my aching soul and dreaming eyes I feel your feelings Know not how to respond in a world that is unlike you and me. The difference is so much, at least I need one more birth to bridge up Something holds me back. Sometimes my conscience, sometimes my situation and upbringing, but in most of the times, it is me who come on my way. Not so easy to come out of the trap. Not easy to feel blood rushing in your veins when your best is already past Sometimes I think let me silently wither away to come as the man of your choice who deserves you, your love like no one else. My love, will you relish it if I do not remain myself, become someone else with whom my surroundings may not identify? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© India 21.20.2023 All copyrights reserved https://smrutiranjanmohanty.blogspot.com/2023/10/something-i-look-at-291.html https://smrutiweb.wordpress.com/2023/10/21/something-i-look-at-291/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_dp SOMETHING I LOOK AT-291 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY What you say yours is not yours. It is mine, exclusively mine. How can I be an ali