How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

Peace I Seek

In my dreams a world I seek,

Where no evil word we speak.

Cast aside anger, rage, and hate,

Let us find peace before it is too late.

Travels finds friends across the ocean,

Wave at someone if you take a notion.

The contagion will spread if we all smile,

With a little effort it will become worthwhile.

© Cynthia Clark

When the circle, casts a shadow,

it reflects, an eternal ring.

It resembles, a bond of fellowship.

To every soul, within.

When that shadow,

grows, and reaches

that old, yet sturdy wall.

It holds a promise,

That together,

the people can really,

conquer all.

✨NIGHT ✨

For a sacred place I pray.

To return back her glory, and remove that gray.

O my sacred land.

To be among all of us. Think!! This is a grant.

Land of angels, land of miracles, land of prophets.

Land of Moses, land of Jesus, land of Muhammad, and Joseph.

At that sacred night. At that holy wall.

Peace was there. No fight, no weeping, no dancing or war.

Just the prophets prayed for all of us.

There is a direct message if you know or even guess.

Peace will always be there. Will be for all of us.

Religion is for the creator. And the land is among us indeed it's a great trust.

✨Marwa ✨

23/1/2019

INNER VOICE

Inner Voice is a voice  Which expels when no choice. Tolerance is silent inside noise Which becomes dangerous crime's base. Including burning heart cries Which ignites when blood dries. Tension reaches greater heights  Which internally firmly bites. Rascal when kept inside cine Which hurts the mind, nothing fine.  Work done with high anger line  Which destroys the surroundings,no mistake mine. Feeling high tempered alone  Which everyone notices but not shown. No friend here,just God is one Which spreads blessings just like sun. -Sahaj Sabharwal                                        -Pacca Danga,       -Jammu city ,Jammu and Kashmir, India.                                         - Dps,Jammu. sahajsabharwal12345@gmail.com  +917780977469

Не плачу.Я восстала против стен

Любых,лишенных нежности поруки,

Я из других,не признанных колен,

Ушедших от потери,как от муки.

Не плачу,когда слышать не хотят,

И мой отказ не стоит поражений

Всего,что обозначив,не простят

В обойме опаленных поражений.

Не плачу.Я разбила все столы

И не просить мне у Стены пощады,

Вот только плачут белые мулы

Вдоль ненадежной черной эстакады.

Дали мудрее.Он о Свете рассказал,

Как сказано в Завете всех посланий,

Я о другой стене.Молчащий кинозал

Устал от разоренных испытаний...

On sacred land

Of all of man

A holy place

God gives us grace

We bow our heads

Our hands are raised

To show our love

And give due praise

~ Holli Pellman ©2019