Slavery of Lies | A Poem by Ritika Nahata at UpDivine

Slavery of Lies – A Cadae Poem

This is a poem about the lies that are being fed by politicians by people through trending hashtags, fake promises, etc. Cadae is a 14 line poem with a fixed syllable count.

Slavery of Lies | A Poem by Ritika Nahata at UpDivine
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Mental scars take longer to heal than physical wounds.

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Signs Of Depression

I wrote this to describe a dark period in my life in regards to my mental health. Nowadays I am much better and find writing or talking about my experience a great deal of help.

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Roses bloom, and wither too. And that’s the stage we all go through 🌹🥀

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I never liked your cigarettes They took away from your smell, taste Nape of your neck, I favored most Yes I could call it home, home, home Oh it feels nice to breathe you in…

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advice to a girl by sara teasdale

Advice to A Girl | A Poem by Sara Teasdale

‘Advice to a girl’ is a short one-paragraph poem, but with a very strong message. An advice that the one who is worthy might never be yours. And it’s up to you to decide how to move on.

advice to a girl by sara teasdale
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Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski

Cause And Effect | A Poem by Charles Bukowski

This is a poem about suicide and how it often occurs to best of people. And those who don’t understand these people during their lifetime wonder why they chose death over their company. Charles Bukowski calls death as effect and oblivion created by people around him as effect.

Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski
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Fire and Ice by Robert rost

Fire and Ice | A Poem by Robert Frost

Robert Frost chooses the best alternative as a mode of destruction if the world had to end this moment. He chooses the better mode from amongst ‘fire’ and ‘ice’. He is also giving justification for his choice.

Fire and Ice by Robert rost
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I can’t believe we been together for 8 years I would ask you to grab a glass so we can say cheers But let’s not forget you only here because of my peers I have been waiting for Jesus to finally steer At times I feel like he’s deaf because he’s still not here I guess it’s time for me to steer I just got to ask you something Why do you continue to keep me from resting?

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I Thought I Could Not Be Hurt by Sylvia Plath

I Thought I Could Not Be Hurt | A Poem by Sylvia Plath

‘I Thought That I Could Not be Hurt’ is one of the first poems written by Sylvia Plath during her teenage years with a sad undertone. In this poem, she wants to express how her life was happy and joyful. And how these pleasant feelings aren’t permanent.

I Thought I Could Not Be Hurt by Sylvia Plath
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The Lesson - A poem by Roger McGough

The Lesson | A Poem by Roger McGough

‘The Lesson’ by Roger McGough depicts the frustrations of a teacher in a very strange and peculiar manner. I cannot, even in my nightmares, imagine any of my teachers could do such a thing, as illustrated so beautifully in the poem.

The Lesson - A poem by Roger McGough
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मुक्तसिर सा गम ही मार डालेगा

कभी कभी बड़े से बड़ा दर्द भी खामोश होकर सहना पड़ता है, दर्द तो दर्द है साहिब हर किसी से कहां कहना पड़ता है । गमों को आखिर कितना पीया जाये, जीना ज़रूरी नहीं फिर भी जीया जाये । मुक्तसिर सा फैसला बड़ा तूफान लाता है, वक्त भी कभी इम्तेहान लाता है । खामोश तो समंदर भी है, आदमी तो आदमी के अंदर भी है । सुकून की तलाश में फिर एक दर्द खरीद लाये । #updivine #updivineyourvibes

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दूर रहकर भी करीब हूं

मोहब्बत भी कितनी अजीब चीज़ होती है, रूठकर उससे कितना भी दूर चले जायें मगर दिल उसी के पास रहता है । इसका शिकवा भी ये ही बयान करता है, चश्मा उसी के घर रह जाने का मतलब उसका दिल उसी के घर रह गया । #updivine #UpDivineyourwibe

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Standing in the middle of the nightWith an aching soul and tattered mindWith no one to lean by my sideWith nothing to leave my grudges behindTill rain had splashed over meThen I realized, I finally…

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I’ll Trade You Talent For Love

Sometimes it’s tough when we decide our fate before birth. Success seemed so much more salacious to me than love. How silly was I? For the rest of my life, the clapping of the audience…

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