Awesome! beautiful! you are a thinker. and i do believe you have an open mind! keep it so wide open your imaginations creativeness sometimes aches from its own craziness!!!!
I believe we share a craving for understanding human nature.
I often time my poems, mostly just curious.
Living Beautifully Free from Society
A few haiku's of a social brew
Condition undone ~ running without love
Our society has conditioned itself into a mindless laboring machine. Existing has an empty shell, absent of self-value. Without deep inner love, we lose touch with our self-worth ~ our appreciation for being our own beautiful authentic human being ~ who deserve to live our lives how we freely choose.
12/2018
Undone ~ but rising Above.
Those who seek a deep spiritual relationship with their inner gift of peace - need not worry about long miserable careers which leave them physically, mentally and spiritually weak. ... ~ For your destiny lies in a higher place - above the drowning existence in the spinning wreckage of the world marketplace.
12/2018
Seeing ~ Feeling ~ Beautifully
Being beautiful is very hard in our society.
Until it is found deep in the heart and mind.
Then it becomes very easy ~ to ignore what others think.
12/2018
The Cry of Life
To live is to cry tears of joyful laughter.
To exist is to cry tears of pointless sadness.
The wisdom of light to understand the difference; try blinking a few breaths, then pointing to yourself and ask… why am I standing here?
March 31, 2019
Why? (this one is also part of a another whole poetic story of a spiritual shift im currently going through)
Have you ever asked your self that?... Why?
Why do I exist? Why am I living?... Here... Now?
Now ask yourself... why am I me?... In this Moment?
Have you discovered how your journey is grounded?
Now thoughts, about now... in this city... this country?
"Why of course I am me, here... to be something!"
Is this what you are thinking?... Why you are living?
Listen to yourself... aloud in stillness... of your existence.
In this city... this country? Where is your residency?
When you think of this, then ask... are you here for work?
"Well of course!"... if this is your answer, is that living?
How is it living if it is just for the working income?
Just for the family you adore?
For perspective... maybe there is a greater lesson
you could teach them... even if only for dreams of fun.
Wonder now!?... Do you truly love what you do?
Or could you be doing something better?
For perspective... do something spiritually constructive,
to improve your heart, mind, and soul;
so you may grow old, working a gorgeous life.
Living to work is the course of existing for no reason;
Working to live is the course of existing for growth and meaning.
Beautiful!!! This brings tears to my eyes and gives me courage to keep fighting - writing - forwards. I'm currently very emotionally and mentally messed up ~ close to cutting myself, but not suicidal ~ going through the dark night of the soul and working on mending an extreme mental and emotional damage form a bad past (relationship).
Ok, I'm sorry... I lied, but being honest to admit. I'm not done yet...I honestly can't remember if I already commented on this.
Soooo creative, beautifully thoughtful. It kind of feels like you wrote this fictional story as a metaphoric description of an experience you had.
And Hazel never lied to QP, just didn't tell her he's a docter. She was just trying to help.
I use a lot of metaphores in my poetry.
The only part that lost me for a brief moment. There was no transition to Hazel having a nice hot shower "The hot shower feels....."
Other than that, this sucked me in from beginning to end.
When I was little more than a toddler, 7 or 8, my older cousin told me the key to Rainbow Brights magic door 'really was' hidden in my dresser. I trust you know of rainbow bright? Anyhow...you best believe I must've spent 10 minutes tearing through those dresser drawers, looking in, under, between every bit of clothing. Of course, there won't no key. LOL
I'm a particular fan rhyming lines, but like Dominique said "it doesn't have to" as long as there is still good flow and rhythm through.
Mostly that relates and inspires too my my specific writing style, of rhythms and rhymes.
I've google searched and read "Award winning poem" that I quit reading a couple stanzas in, because I just couldn't follow it, there was no rhythm or flow.
This has both, and strong words, and wonderful emotional power!
I think you'll like my poem "Dragon... Flies of Size!"
It immediately brought back a very dear child hood memory (pun intended on Guns N' Roses hahahha) of a childhood friend. At his dads house. I couldn't been more'n 8 years old. He was getting us to sleep playing lullabies, kids tunes etc. on guitar. I asked'im if he knew twinkle twinkle little star. He started playing. I remember him playing a singing and singing that first verse; then, somewhere in between "how I wonder what you are" and "up above the world so high" I think I drifted off.
Very interesting. Maybe you could call it an "ability" rather than a "gift". Not that it matters, whichever term suits you. I believe provided closure for the boys spirit/soul so he could "move on".
This is beautiful, awesome! very deep and thoughful.
One suggestion, that i've recently learned from feedback from my first poem I posted last week. Consider dividing it into stanzas, it's easier to follow that way. Allows readers an absorbing breath. I've also found that dividing into stanzas helps me write and structure my poems more efficiently, as I learned with a new one I started today.
If it's not your style, there's nothing wrong with that.
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