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Schizology

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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

Srinivas

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In the joy of Christmas, find the strength of unity and the beauty of diversity, much like the vibrant tapestry of India. ©Srinivas In the joy of Christmas, find the strength of unity and the beauty of diversity, much like the vibrant tapestry of India. #christmas

In the joy of Christmas, find the strength of unity and the beauty of diversity, much like the vibrant tapestry of India. ©Srinivas In the joy of Christmas, find the strength of unity and the beauty of diversity, much like the vibrant tapestry of India. #christmas

Bhawana dixit

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White खामोशी में भी मैंने अपने लिए बेइंतहा प्यार पाया है!! ©Bhawana dixit #thought of the day

White खामोशी में भी मैंने अपने लिए बेइंतहा प्यार पाया है!! ©Bhawana dixit #thought of the day

saumya

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White In this great city, shadows loom, A dance of contrasts, joy and gloom. Where there is love, there is hatred near, Hearts entwined, yet hearts in fear. Where whispers plot, courage stands tall, Battling treachery, answering its call. But solace, a phantom, evades our sight, No relief, only endless night. Each step we take, the ground may quake, Doom lurking in choices we make. Yet through the cracks, a light may gleam, Fleeting hope, a fragile dream. In this great city, life unfolds, A tale of iron, dust, and gold. Through love and loss, through dark and bright, We carve our paths, chasing the light. ©saumya Echoes of the great city #Life #Life_Story love poetry in english Extraterrestrial life poetry lovers

White In this great city, shadows loom, A dance of contrasts, joy and gloom. Where there is love, there is hatred near, Hearts entwined, yet hearts in fear. Where whispers plot, courage stands tall, Battling treachery, answering its call. But solace, a phantom, evades our sight, No relief, only endless night. Each step we take, the ground may quake, Doom lurking in choices we make. Yet through the cracks, a light may gleam, Fleeting hope, a fragile dream. In this great city, life unfolds, A tale of iron, dust, and gold. Through love and loss, through dark and bright, We carve our paths, chasing the light. ©saumya Echoes of the great city #Life #Life_Story love poetry in english Extraterrestrial life poetry lovers

Biswajit Tripathy

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White title poem of my upcoming book....please read till end. If I die tomorrow If I die tomorrow, don't mourn for me, Let my spirit soar and set me free. And as I depart to the great unknown, Let my dreams and ambitions be shown. Let my desires live on, And let them find a new home In the hearts of those I've touched, And in the minds of those I've taught. Let my legacy be remembered, And let my life have meaning, Let the flame of my ambition, Be ignited in the heart of my successor's mission, May my light forever shine, And inspire greatness divine, In the one who takes my place, And fulfil their destiny with grace. So if I die tomorrow, don't you cry, For I'll be soaring high, in the sky. My dreams and passions, I leave in your care, My successor, carry them with love and flair ©Biswajit Tripathy OF I DIE TOMORROW poetry in english sad poetry poetry

White title poem of my upcoming book....please read till end. If I die tomorrow If I die tomorrow, don't mourn for me, Let my spirit soar and set me free. And as I depart to the great unknown, Let my dreams and ambitions be shown. Let my desires live on, And let them find a new home In the hearts of those I've touched, And in the minds of those I've taught. Let my legacy be remembered, And let my life have meaning, Let the flame of my ambition, Be ignited in the heart of my successor's mission, May my light forever shine, And inspire greatness divine, In the one who takes my place, And fulfil their destiny with grace. So if I die tomorrow, don't you cry, For I'll be soaring high, in the sky. My dreams and passions, I leave in your care, My successor, carry them with love and flair ©Biswajit Tripathy OF I DIE TOMORROW poetry in english sad poetry poetry

Sangeeta Dey Roy

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White Dusk slithered in gently, noiselessly spread a sumptuous feast of orange, crimson and red. I basked in the glorious spread, But before I could fully relish the feast,it closed its wings and slept. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # the colours of dusk

White Dusk slithered in gently, noiselessly spread a sumptuous feast of orange, crimson and red. I basked in the glorious spread, But before I could fully relish the feast,it closed its wings and slept. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # the colours of dusk