If let me re-introduce myself was a poem. https://www.instagram.com/nyokabispoetry/
#mentalhealth This is for you, I see you.
No words are enough to describe how powerful you are, black man. I cried writing this, because mine are inadequate. What can I do, to stop their fear of you from taking you from us? They see your power, innate and beautiful and they panic. Black man, you are everything. I love you.
This is an extremely sad poem, much like the life of Emily Dickinson. A poem about her appraisal of the sadness and grief that she meets, and I bet she meets many. This poem just keeps getting sad until the last couple of paragraphs, where she reveals that other’s grief gives her comfort. It is others too, who have suffered. And some of the pains are like hers.
the stillness that captures its impermanence
ask not to the homeless, “where do you live?” ask not to the atheist, “In which god do you believe?” ask not to the fireman, “does fire burn?” ask not to the beggar, “how much do you earn?”
It is quite scary, isn’t it? How much I know about you, All the quirks and habits. I wish you at least tried one bit To get to know me too. You have no time for me. No patience left in you to know me. So I am going to allow my intuition To guide me to a decision.
The beauty of motherhood, The best of love ever understood. The one who gives us our first home, Brings us to life after carrying us for so long As we slowly grow in the comfort of a womb, Protected, nurtured, raised and loved like we belong. But apart from the mother-daughter And the mother-son relationship, There are relations of many others That we forget are not always of kinship.
Saansein toh tham chuki hain, Phir dil dhadak raha hai kiske liye? Shayad ek umeed saans le rahi hai mujhme, Jiyunga kisi din apne liye.
The beauty of this poem lies in its simplicity. How the writer is able to find the greatest of the virtues in the simplest of things.
Everything that we witness daily, the things that are doing nothing more than the routine things are the biggest epitome of patience.
I would see the sky clear Which was not the case earlier The moon seems to be so pure With twinkling stars,its peers The birds are free from fear As humans are not near Wondering…
It’s a poem especially for students, and is meant just for fun. Please do like, comment and share:-)
Drops of rain fell on her forehead She fumbled. There was a sudden lightening, She spoke.
‘Diving into wreck’ is a poem that talks about the whole diving experience of a sea diver straight from the preparation stage until when he reaches the bottom of the sea to find a wreck. This poem talks about the whole emotional journey of the diver.
The knots I feel in my stomach are the ones I want to tie. We will then add colour to the life we create but we won’t dye. I will add you to my favourite humour, honour and endeavours. I need you to be smart enough to see what I did there.
