POEMCHALLENGE RESULTS by margaretwise :) "Poetry is a picture of feelings and thoughts written in words." 🗝🚪✍🏻 - I invite you next Friday, join us :)

"Poetry, even seemingly the most fantastic, is always a rebellion against artificiality, rebellion, in a sense, against reality."

James Joyce

The words that spoke to my heart and stirred my emotions.

Hive account@prechyrukky

We keep on changing

We keep on changing
Just like we evolve from being homoerectus to homosapien
Just like we stop being primitive and became advance
Just as we stop bending and start standing straight

We are evolving
Our flipped phones are now the past we are in the era of touch screen
Our black and white tv is gone, flat screen tv is the new
Our buggy trousers are no longer invoke but fitted trousers

Years pass by like water
Slow and gentle but fast with a hidden speed
A fast speed that evolves the world
A fast speed that changes us either for the good or bad

To the next generation, we will be called "old school"
Just as we called the previous generation
We are on an unending transit
We are evolving

Hive account@josediccus

Standing, in stinking swords
smoking shrubs and fermented blood,
the world is but like gall,
to the sweetness of a newborn smile,
a carthasis lacking ambiguities,
smeared by guilty conscience
lying wasting away are but dreams,
snuffed out like pimples,
in the very cheek,
to never blink like the blinkard

We're soldiers with no livers
soiled boots and heavy hearts
wavering and dishing death,
like a palatable dinner,
we're like omelettes in the battlefield,
mashed and meshed by unexpectations,
while waiting wearily for the rain
the air we feed, is an elixir,
that conveys tomorrow's uncertainty
unknown to the soul

We're harbingers,
the terse tears that flows,
after the scolding of the onions,
Jerusalem is burnt to the brims,
like a regalia soaked in soot,
we're far away into the skies,
unaware of gravity's cruelty
humbling us to reproach,
like a crash landing eagle

We have seen valleys and plain lands,
seen speeding spears,
sweetly and sporadically shooting,
the eyes is like a hawk,
with imageries of the good and ugly,
our smiles, a weapon to cloak our dirtiness
but the wind is a revealers,
spreading our secrets like apparels
to the dingy eyes of the sunset

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