Reality Poems
A Day Without Internet
by Priya Goel
We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
Internet has made us its slave,
Life without it seems in a lonely cave.
People always wanting to chat,
Don't even know the life under a villager's hat.
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60. Life is a tree where friends are fruits
by Kea Campbell
Life is a tree where friends are fruits that eventually secede.
Sometimes I keep the rotten and sometimes I trim the ripe,
Because even at this point in my life, I can't tell where true intentions hide.
Monday 29 July 2024
And I Still Expect
by ushashi ghosh
As the plush car screeched to a stop at the signal
She raised her tired, reluctant head and looked up
through the misty window pane to see the dimly lit window
of a room-
The room high up there-
Does the person living there have expectations too?
Is she greeted by a pair of smiling eyes as she returns after a tough day?
Does she nestle within the cradled warmth of sheltered, loving arms at night?
Expectations- that throttle you, strip you of your dreams:
Yet, each breath is an expectation…for love, for happiness
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Easier Said Than Done
by Nhz Tznh
Why do I close my eyes when the forests are dying, bodies of water losing their natural beauty and turning into nightmares, animals crying for help, people suffering from famine and violence, a community of animosity and selfishness is continuously growing at a fast pace?
Why are my ears covered when thousands of innocent children, begging to be nurtured and fed are being abandoned by their parent(s) just because they are not ready for them, the ironic screams of silence and isolation are too loud and are resulting to some serious physical, mental, and emotional consequences, the world around me is shouting for help and slowly tearing apart?
Why do I constantly confuse the smell of poison in the air that I breathe to the smell of a burnt toast, the hazy smoke that surrounds me to a fog, the warming temperature to summer and fun?
Why can’t I taste the difference between a genetically modified food that I stuff my mouth with and can possibly cause my slow death to a naturally and organically grown produce that can help me become healthier and more productive in life?
Why do I go numb and unresponsive to the touch of the fuming monster called technology that we’ve created and fed so much that instead of it being controlled by us, is already controlling us long before we even realized it?
Word as It Is
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
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60. Life is a tree where friends are fruits
by Kea Campbell
Life is a tree where friends are fruits that eventually secede.
Sometimes I keep the rotten and sometimes I trim the ripe,
Because even at this point in my life, I can't tell where true intentions hide.
Monday 29 July 2024
58. I knew I fell once again
by Kea Campbell
I knew I fell once again,
Because when you smiled at me, you conflated my aches.
I knew I couldn't win,
Because when you’d say "Hey" to me, you say it straight.
I thought we’d never contend,
That was until I figured you out and saw through your grins.
I thought we’d never be strangers,
That was until you showed a little bit of color, making my world a little bit duller.
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Everchanging
by Josie Winn
I remember a time
When I never thought
Of the amount of change
The future truly brought
I grew with time
And embraced the change
And when I paused
Change still remained
I looked at the past
Time left me behind
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In time like this
by Mojereola Anuoluwapo
Īn an unnoticed season like this
When the youth cherish not their
youthful Glory
Days of which the present is digested
Than that of which the future supposed
to be meditated
The young ladies value not their virginity
Rendering it as if it an infinity
When They are less viewed inferiority
But the things of the modern not enmity
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A game no one can play
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I stare ahead at the wavy blue,
As I recall the lovely sue.
Her love is still well hooked within,
I am not so sure where to begin.
There was a time my heart was free,
A hummingbird on a willow tree.
But what fate had in store for me,
Changed my life a great degree.
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