Georgics are poetry and books dealing with agricultural and rural themes, generally glorifying outdoor work and rustic country living. Check this out to read all you need to know about this poetic form.
A writer with a broken pen, stories left untoldIn a world of vibrant colors, I felt only coldMy pen is bleeding on the paperWith ink the color of my blood, each stroke, a silent taper…
In realms where colors danced and sangWhere words and images took their standI painted worlds of joy and woeA heart’s reflections, highs and lows Yet in my heart, a shattered partLived in a muted screamWith…
The poem’s structure, with its consistent rhyme scheme and rhythm, adds to the sense of a journey through a tumultuous inner landscape. The repetition of themes like “the quest for self” and “the answer why” emphasizes the ongoing nature of this search and the desire for understanding and peace.
The poem’s structure, with its consistent rhyme scheme and rhythm, adds to the sense of a journey through a tumultuous inner landscape. The repetition of themes like “the quest for self” and “the answer why” emphasizes the ongoing nature of this search and the desire for understanding and peace.
Minden, mi volt, alant Kavarog, láb alatt: Gomolygó köd láb alatt Felhők tengere, vad, Sírás, könny, fájdalom, Gyász, öröm vállamon Minden volt zubog alant: Immár mind elmarad. Súlytalan lebegés, Tollpihekeringés Lett csak puha ágyad, Köntös hull: lét-vágyad… Szó hiábavaló: A lét ébenfa ló, Nyihogva száll égre, S zuhan, vesztve féket… Lét fomaköntösén Gyöngy vagy sárgöröngy légy: Minden volt elmarad – Távolnál távolabb. S ha elenged tudat, Akkor vagy csak szabad. Akkor kél pirkadat, Akkor hallik SZAVAD… Súlytalan a közel, A távol így jön el. Összezuhan a tér, Összeomlik az én, Időtengely törik, Csontod porrá törik: Formaként üres vagy, Tudatként üres vagy: Távolnál távolabb. 2024. 06. 04., J W. Cassandra
Everything that was, is below Swirling, underfoot: Eddying fog beneath feet The sea of clouds, wild, Wail, tears, pain, Grief, joy on my shoulders Everything that was is buzzing below: Now they are all left behind. Weightless levitation, Feather fluff circulation That became your bed, Cloak falls: your desire to be… Word is but futile: Being is an ebony horse, It flies nickering to heaven, And it falls, losing its tethers… Be though a pearl or a mud globe On the cloak of the being of form: Everything that was falls behind – Further afield than far away. And if the mind releases, Then only you are free. Then daybreak rises, Then your WORD sounds… The near is weightless, The far away comes this way. Space collapses, The ego goes to pieces, Time axis is breaking, Your bone is ground to dust: As a form you are empty, As a mind you are empty: Further afield than far away. 04 / 06. 2024., by J W. Cassandra
Once a girl with plenty of hope, Fell down a deep slope. The hope she once had, Now engulfed in darkness sorrow and grief. She fell into something even more deep All positivity now vanished,…
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Sweet and jealous wind of springYou are dangerous and meanYou are transparent and clearRuining the people’s dream Purely violent wind of springYou are making people killStep by step to coming inSecret problems, foggy steam Cold…
Some are darker, and some are lighter, There are many different shades. When rocks are together, united and strong, It’s amazing what they can achieve.
Journey to success is often covered in a path of lies and deceptions. This open ended poem is about an innocent and talented girl who knows nothing about the unethical and fraudulent means of this world and is often deceived.
Journey to success is often covered in a path of lies and deceptions. This open ended poem is about an innocent and talented girl who knows nothing about the unethical and fraudulent means of this world and is often deceived.
Sometimes I sit and think about the time when we were happy little kids and we didn’t have a care in the world. When we could talk to whoever and not be judged, and we…
Poetry is a way I can express myself even when I’m going hungry But hunger is not the topic I’m here to cover. The topic is that there’s this sort of logic that children are…
