Face Poems
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
Yayu's AI Face of Nausea
by Yayu Uppsurya
In shadows deep where specters dwell,
A bitter stench of truth, they tell—
Each twisted smile a mask of grace,
Yet underneath, the hollow space.
Upon a plate, sweet lies deceive,
With colors bright, our hearts believe—
Yet taste reveals the rotting core,
A banquet set on fervent lore.
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Oh! My Dear Face
by Ananta Kumar Singh
Oh! My dear face
Never be upset
I didn't come to pimples
I didn't come to dimples
Oh! My dear face
Never be upset
I didn't come to wrinkles
I didn't come to the mind rankles
Oh! My dear face
Never be upset.
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Myself
by Gayatri Puri
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
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To Her Face
by Lord Edward Her Cherbury
Fatal Aspect! that hast an Influence
More powerful far than those Immortal Fires
That but incline the Will and move the Sense,
Which thou alone contrain'st, kindling Desires
Of such an holy force, as more inspires
The Soul with Knowledge, than Experience
Or Revelation can do with all
Their borrow'd helps: Sacred Astonishment
Sits on thy Brow, threatning a sudden fall
To all those Thoughts that are not lowly sent,
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Yayu's AI Face of Nausea
by Yayu Uppsurya
In shadows deep where specters dwell,
A bitter stench of truth, they tell—
Each twisted smile a mask of grace,
Yet underneath, the hollow space.
Upon a plate, sweet lies deceive,
With colors bright, our hearts believe—
Yet taste reveals the rotting core,
A banquet set on fervent lore.
......
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
I named you Cain
by Ibtissam Ibrahim
I named you Cain
The sky for your eyes...is smiling
And the birds are just for you.. singing
While me
I have grieve and silence
And the waiting for the rain
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Your songs flow in my heart
And on the memory's platform... fires
break out in my head
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A Sonnet 05: Nothing Changes Her Love For Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
When I see her face there is a shade
When I hear her voice, I feel comfortable in my heart
When I see her smile I feel sunshine and never fade
When I see point of view of her life that inspire my heart
Nothing has changed in her like spring which displays the beauty of the scent of flowers
Nothing has changed her feelings and love for me
Nothing has changed about my feelings to her like leaves that always grow on each stem and they are water proofers
Nothing changes day after day, month after month, year after year her feelings for me
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Myself
by Gayatri Puri
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
......
