When I was a human I was unloved and unwanted. On my deathbed, I made a wish; to come back as a dog. And it happened, here I am wrapped in a blanket, loved beyond reason. You want to know what’s funny? As a human I never knew you had to love unconditionally in order to be loved.
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Pic : Self
Words
often dilute,
the intensity
of emotions,
and there are
times i wish,
i had a better
option available,
but
i don’t,
so i often
express myself,
in borrowed
words,
and stolen
slogans,
for though
my love,
should have
been,
a self
contained,
language
in itself,
which was
never,
meant to be
translated,
into dry
readable emotions,
but i
knowingly,
commit
this sin,
of diluting
the intensity,
of that
which burns within,
by a display
of words,
which
sometimes,
may also
seem to rhyme,
but in reality
is nothing more,
than a
degradation,
of those
far deeper emotions,
which remain
felt,
but unfelt
beyond,
which exist
in an essence,
that is essentially
without a form.
© vidursahdev 2019
I was walking down the memory lane
with trepidation and fear
Jangling my pocket full of
memories to peak and peer
Long had I dithered
taking the half forgotten paths
Was spooked at the thoughts
of old buried wraths
Kept telling myself, would do it
when I had the time to spare
Alas! Lacking courage
taking this road I did not dare
The first memory I pulled out
made me smile with pure joy!
For who can ever forget the mate
who shared her prized toy?
The next one was smooth and shiny
Because its constantly used
This friend I still call
When I am hurt or confused.
The one that I pull out of pocket now
has rough and jagged ends
It still hurts to recall the bitter fights
With those who were supposedly friends.
Ah! I so well remember that day,
My sole claim to glory
When I…
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And then she felt the tender sorrow of parting,
at the golden hour of sunset …
illuminating the words written on the soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
You stood
on the green meadows
in the quiet hush
of the morning skies
basking in the dreams
of enchanting summer
chasing butterflies
and the mystic wisps of clouds
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2019
https://pixabay.com/photos/children-happy-siblings-hide-play-1879907/
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Today was a good day for ducks! A dreary, rainy day, but you can always find smiles if you look for them, and these pics made me smile. I hope they do for the same for you, sometimes you just need to take a SMILE BREAK! Share something that makes you smile in the comments below. You can feel free to share captions for these pictures as well. All pictures are thanks to Pinterest, the site that has just about anything!
“And you know what?
I deserve to be treated like I matter.
Because I do.”
Maybe it’s naïvety to trust someone who should be a friend. Maybe it’s just the good parts of me hoping that there is good in others. That maybe, I am not a means to an end. Something to be used, rather than cherished for who I am. But, I think that’s what sets me apart from those who take advantage of others. I lived through hell. And rather than spreading my pain around, I choose to be light. Good. I choose to rise above and beyond better. And you know what? I deserve to be treated like I matter. Because I do.
© Sarah Doughty
No one deserves to be used,
bullied, or otherwise hurt.
Monsters and survivors
are mutually exclusive.
I survived hell.
I can certainly survive you.
The Reluctant Poet 