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What I’m Supposed to Be | Jack Wolfe Frost - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

What I’m Supposed to Be | Jack Wolfe Frost

I try to remember who I used to be,
Was I a dream, lost in reality,
Imagination, stuck in totality?

I need to get back to the place I once was,
Before, before,-
Before the rot took over,
And dumped me here,
Like a fish out of water,
I flop around fruitlessly,
Seeking for water in this desert of dreams.

I try and reach for the sky, the stars, even heaven,
Yet I know not where I am going,
where the path leads,
Though it leads me on regardless,
Faceless and uncaring,
Nameless and soulless.

I need to remember who I was,
So I can find who I’m supposed to be.

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Meaning of Existence | Saarthak Haldar - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Meaning of Existence | Saarthak Haldar

Having an inquisitive nature
Running behind, finding unsolvable answers.
“What is the meaning of existence?” once my own mind asked.
I tried, but my imagination had reached an impasse.

It’s a universal mystery
No one found answer, satisfactory.
Even the greatest knows not the real reason.
No one in the world got that vision.

Whether our creation intentional
Or the creation was accidental.
Was there any purpose of our creation
Or just occurred without any reason.

Does first seeds of life, emerged on earth.
Or from heavenly bodies, first life took birth.
Will this question be ever answered?
Or will be buried, remain unanswered?

As, the fascination of this question is just abiding,
So, in its thought, i am always residing.
Maybe answered one day, by someone’s insight and endeavour.
Or maybe, will stay a mystery forever.

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Inside | Susy - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Inside | Susy

It was everything in that bag for me and I knew it.
Everyone saw my smile.
Some people wondered what was inside.
Some asked.
Some told me they had done the same a long time ago and I asked them what they found.
Funny, some didn’t really remember.
There was a man though who took his hat off and turned his eyes upwards.
He told me that he found out that everything that was inside was also outside.
He held my hand and smiled at me.

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The Desolate Artist | Michael Angel Loayza Jr. - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

The Desolate Artist | Michael Angel Loayza Jr.

The best art comes from pain,
The best flowers come from rain;
I’ve cried a million tears
Because we’re through –
I’ve watered a forest,
Desiccated it,
And magically
It regrew –
The power of the artist
Will forever live
Through and through;
Dark sky is temporarily
And soon will come blue –
And the birth will arise
From the death
Of your hue.

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