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@1owlcity | 7 October 20 | |
A Trip With The Winds Backward dimension absorbs my presence Seems like a vacuum cleaner gives me a chance Take me to the past Where the occult casts As the meanders guide us All things can strike on us Clean and fresh are everywhere Wealth of nature are not tear Birds jive with the rhythm of breeze Flowers smile beside the tall trees Ocean waves are marching gently Turtles are racing patiently Fireflies revolve around a fortune tree As the bats passing by and flying free Frogs and crickets share their best skills As the brooks produce sound that heals All of this sparks to retina of hope As I lay, lay down on this grassy slope Could they happen again in present world? If the humans make the Earth a mad world? Let the light reflects in our mind And let our hearts produce good vines Diminish jinxes in north and east Advocate changes in south and west Author: John Vincent Deloso a.k.a. @1owlcity Date Created: December, 2009 Type: Environmental Poem |
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@9362 | 7 October 20 | |
Nice
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@1owlcity | 8 October 20 | |
Thanks
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@miia | 7 February 21 | |
It is Forbidden It is forbidden to cry without learning, to get up in the morning not knowing what to do, to be afraid of your memories. It is forbidden not to smile at your problems, not to struggle for what you want, to abandon everything for fear not to turn your dreams into reality. It is forbidden not to demonstrate your love to make someone pay for your doubts and ill moods. It is forbidden to give up on your friends, not to to try to understand what youve lived together, to call them only when you need to. It is forbidden not to be yourself in front of people, to be false in front of the people that dont matter, to be funny so they will remember you, to forget about all the people who love you. It is forbidden not to make things by yourself, not to believe in God and forge your fate, to be afraid of life and its entanglements, not to live each day like a final sigh. It is forbidden to miss someone without being glad, to forget their eyes, their laugh, everything, because your paths have quit embracing each other, forgetting the past and satisfying it with the present. It is forbidden not to try to understand, to think that their life is worth more than yours, not to know that everyone has their own path and their own fortune. It is forbidden not to create your own story, not to give thanks to God for your life, not to have time for the people who need you, not to understand that what life gives, it can also take away. It is forbidden not to search for your happiness. not to live with a positive attitude, not to think that we can be better, not to feel that without you this world wouldnt be the same. Pablo Neruda |
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@3mel | 7 February 21 | |
do not go gentle into that good night prodigits rage rage against the dying of forums |
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@trunking | 21 July 21 | |
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@trunking | 21 July 21 | |
Have two paper copies.. Later edition and one close to original. Latter worth hundreds of my currency, but will never sell. |
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@trunking | 21 July 21 | |
@ endemic - 10.08.17 - 11:28am If you want the source page of 'The Rubaiyat of Rumi', here it is There are a ton more of Sufi poetry to be seen. As well as audio versions. Also picked up the paper hardbook copy of this. Quite old.. contains beautiful artwork too. Paid a premium back then but worth more now. |
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@darthvader | 21 July 21 | |
Roses are red, Violets are blue. Your family and friends Will never find you. |
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@trunking | 7 October 21 | |